Christopher Vidal is one of those rare breeds of real New Yorkers left in a city filled with outsiders claiming to rep the old New York...

Born in July of 1973 in Greenpoint Hospital of Brooklyn, Chris grew up around all the sorts, Puerto's, Blacks, Jews, Asians, white, black yellow puerto rican and haitian....lol, from the dope fiends in Macarian park to the hoods of Havemeyer houses, to from his crew in Flatbush, bloke bloke! his real peoples around prospect park and ocean parkway, or the Mean Guy Posse, Rushie Rush, Decepts and the Criminal Empire days, or them days of rocking LO when wearing a piece meant something, and when wearing a piece meant risking your well being trying to make it back home wearing that same piece... before you could go on ebay and think you could become part of something you never understood, before the bullshit you named backpacking, before you were able to go on the internet, we had to go outside and claim our own stake to fame, before you thought graffiti was Art, before all of you toys started coming outside and claiming to be from my fucking city, NEW YORK CITY, when you all know you aint from or been no where! shout out to his boys in Bensonhurst with the Fila velor suits that never took no shit from no one, who started him on whip-its, the limelight and palladium, through the F line and back, to the oldest of his friends....1989 was the beginning of a new era in his life, he started skateboarding and traveling to the city everyday just to go and skate and have fun, the brooklyn banks was his spot, ask anyone! chris stayed on his board as he popped tricks when skating was about skating, not making money or trying to be cool, or trying to say you skated back in the days and you know this nigga and that nigga...yea right.... never forgetting his friends or trying to get sponsored or what have you, he skated because he loved it and once all the bullshit came about and it was too much for him, he put his love to the side for a minute and found that graffiti, kicks, boostin clothes, racking paint and putting whatever he could under his book-bag, in his jacket or down the zipper of his pants while he walked out praying whatever he was racking wouldn't and didn't fall out his pants or set the alarms off. This became his life. Don't think he was some low-level shoplifter, no no, he got money and notoriety meeting with all the boosters on west fourth,...playing handball and swapping goods and stories to the scent of some really bad tree from Washington Square Park....

As he matured into his twenties, he followed many different paths. From working legally as a messenger and doing runs on foot and bike, then to dispatching the same guys he ran around the city writing graffiti with. To working with the Telephone company and bringing the joy of dial tone to people all throughout the North Crooklyn area.

Then his life took a sudden turn in July of 2000 when trying to better his life and his financial situation, he eventually landed a 37 month stint in the clink! aka the Federal Penitentiary System. Some thought he was smart, he thought he was smart, he thought he had it all figured out. Released august of 2003 by the NYS DOC. He found himself trying to start all over again but not from scratch, you see, when you start again from scratch that means you have a plan, Chris' only plan in life was to never have to worry about tomorrow, forget about yesterday and live in the momentum of the moment in full concentration©....20 years later in 2009 here he is, still the same old Chris. He has appeared multiple times on major networks from abc to mtv, has been interviewed by countless publications like, the WSJ, Forbes, Sports Illustrated and the Observer just to name a few, about his knowledge of sneakers, street wear as well as being quoted as a new york historian on street culture. He's had a photo or 2 published in the local news papers, but all in all, he's just a dude who likes to take photos because he's been doing it ever since ever since. Chris likes to speak his mind more often than most.

That's all it is in words. Some of you know him already and for those of you that dont well..... CHRIS VIDAL aka CHRIS DOLLAR aka FOODRAP aka MISK KDS, NEC, aka GRANDPAJOEBURST aka the SHOELEBRITY aka there goes that fucking dude CHRIS VIDAL again and again......JUST A FEW ALIASES..... so yea born and raised in Crooklyn New York currently residing in Manhattan and trying to keep the New York attitude and spirit as authentic as Fuckin possible!!

If you dont like my city, then go back home to your own shitty city.©