B-boys, b-girls, parkourers, graffiti artists and skateboarders unite
Wood Quay, ramps, breakdancing mats and a lot of scabby knees - it's the Kings of Concrete last weekend.
Parkourers recreate the tough urban environment of giant wooden boxes.
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Nice pics, one thing though, people who do Parkour are called Traceurs...not parkourers.
Posted by: Pipz | July 29, 2009 at 19:41
Ah traceurs! Vous avez raison! You're dead right!
Posted by: The Dubliner | July 30, 2009 at 14:05