Table of contents for Issue 65 in Huck

SINGLES I EMMANUEL ROSARIO STRANGERS ON A SUMMER SWING, DETROIT 2017. Harlem-based photographer Emmanuel Rosario conjures adventure everywhere he goes. Last summer, while living in Detroit, he stumbled upon a rope-swing while on a bike ride with some friends. A pair of locals joined them, and together they lost themselves to the afternoon as only playmates can. “The one in red pants swung first. He reached into his pocket to toss his cell phone to his friend on the shore. In the foreground, there’s my friend Kelly, watching it all. If she were turned toward the camera, you would see her smiling.” It’s moments like this, caught off the cuff - cigarettes on rooftops, mornings after wild nights - that act as a tribute to never-ending youth. “We have many coming-of-age…

ETU TUPALA yells a stream of expletives as his home-built rally car slams violently into a snowbank. He’s been leading a race across a frozen lake, gunning his ramshackle engine to the limit only to fishtail into a corner. Now, after wrestling madly with the steering wheel to regain control, his car is wedged into the snow and facing the wrong direction. “Vittu, vittu, vittu,” shouts the 16-year-old in Finnish (best translated as ‘fuck, fuck, fuck!’). He scrambles from his car only to see rival teenage drivers hurtling past, their battered cars hissing steam and throwing up flecks of grimy snow in their wake. This is Rokkiralli: a Finnish DIY rally scene and a tight-knit community made up of passionate petrolheads, eccentric tinkerers and family teams. The cost of each…

The smell of fresh paint hangs in the air as Tassy Swallow pushes open a wooden door to the Surf House, an old military building she crowdfunded back to life after 12 years of dereliction. Tassy can still remember the moment she found the place up on what St Ives locals call “the island”, a grassy knoll with 360-degree views of the town. She immediately knew it would be the perfect spot for Surf Ratz, a pack of young female surfers she’d been coaching. But the place had been battered by the elements, left with patchy floors and peeling walls. The 24-year-old first started coaching girls in Cornwall to fund her professional surfing career, but teaching opened up another side to the sport; one that could give women a healthier…

IT’S 5:30 IN the morning, unseasonably cold and still dark in New York. Haidara Nasser, Osama Alsahybi, Ahmed Alzandhani and Abdullah Shaiba are on their way to the Bronx in Haidara’s minivan, which is at least a decade old but impeccably clean with an improbable sunroof. They’re on the way to play their first game as members of the Yemen United Soccer Club. All of them worked until midnight, and no one has eaten a proper breakfast. The day before, Ahmed, 18, and Haidara, 19, both of whom grew up in Brooklyn and speak fluent English and Spanglish, went to a Dominican barber shop for a “medium skin fade”. They wanted to look slick for the game. Afterwards, with gelled curls piled high above freshly shaved temples, Haidara headed to…

I never really questioned being weaker than the guys,” says Ashima Shiraishi, the five-foot-one, 16-year-old New Yorker who has often been called ‘the world’s most talented rock climber’. “I always thought I had the same strength, and knew I was capable of showing what was possible.” The blunt-fringed teenager is speeding through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo in the back of a car. It’s late March, the sun is setting in Japan and less than a week from now Shiraishi turns 17. Her quiet, frank conversational style is interrupted by the odd yawn. It’s been a long day spent spidering up sheer cliff faces in a secluded riverside climbing spot just outside the city. Shiraishi has won countless international competitions in both bouldering – climbing at low heights with no…

By the age of eight, Bing Liu had lived in Beijing, Alabama and South Central LA before settling in the rust belt city of Rockford, Illinois. Once there, he’d spend his days alone in a small apartment complex, guzzling cans of Mountain Dew and jumping on the couch, loaded from sugar and transfixed by the television set. It was from this TV that he taught himself English, watching movies like Mortal Kombat on repeat. “I was a bit of a feral child,” he says over breakfast in a Copenhagen hotel, just after a screening of Minding the Gap, his debut feature-length documentary, at the CPH:DOX festival. Now 29, Bing is immediately sweet and likeable, softly spoken and a little shy. “I don’t know if I was born an introvert but…

Lindsey Jordan is having a beach day. It doesn’t matter if there are no actual beaches between San Antonio, Texas and Tucson, Arizona – tour dates number 33 and 34, respectively, of 90 scheduled shows in 2018. It’s a figurative thing: part of a wider routine geared around self-care. Given the steady rise of Snail Mail, the 18-year-old’s musical project, that seems like a smart move. Lindsey is conscious of the anticipation surrounding her debut album, Lush, and has concocted measures to stay grounded without burning out. She runs every day, eats well and values alone time: unplugging from her phone in the car or at hotels, snuggling up with a book and slipping on a pair of headphones. She also makes a point of having as many outfit options…

British fencer Teagan Williams-Stewart is sitting in her kitchen, trying to express how much she loves winning. The explanation is mainly being conducted through a series of bashful grins. “Well… I am really competitive,” she eventually concludes, before gazing around the room and smiling. “I just like to win.” Fortunately for her, she’s good at it. In the past year alone, the 15-year-old Londoner has been named England U15 Champion, British U16 Champion and top-ranked Cadet – fencing lingo for those who fight at U17 level – in the UK. She did most of it aged just 14, too. Teagan was first introduced to the sport back in 2012, during a community fun day hosted by the local council. And while her first taste of fencing was far from elite…

You don’t choose your name as a hobo. You earn it. Steven Boutwell gained his while working with another travelling kid on farms in Washington State. Something about his adventurous spirit and southern drawl inspired the boy to start calling him Huckleberry, after the Mark Twain character. “He pegged me pretty easy with the name,” Huck says now. “I eventually said, ‘You have to drop the ‘berry’ part, so call me Huck or something.’ Then you go to another town and the name just comes with you.” Huck is a hobo, one of America’s modern-day vagabonds who travel the States by hitchhiking and hopping trains with no set job or home. Like his namesake, Huck had a difficult time fitting into society as a teenager. Growing up in a small…

Smoking cigarettes at a high altitude, without water or food, is a poor decision. This was a lesson Shehrbano Saiyid learned the hard way 6,000 metres up in Pakistani’s Karakoram mountain range. While descending the northern peak Manglik Sar, she began to feel ill from the elevation on an empty stomach. Shehrbano ate some snow and just about mustered the energy to continue, only to realise that she and her crew were on track to complete the summit and descent in just nine intense hours. Shehrbano was the slowest of the nine women coming back down that morning, but without her they wouldn’t have been climbing the mountain at all. The 35-year-old’s new documentary The Unknown Mountaineer captures an underreported and underappreciated facet of Pakistan: that in a remote corner…

“When I was about 14, I lived above a fish and chips shop… and I stank of them. Kids used to tease and bully me, ‘Fish and chips! Fish and chips!’ At the time, my mother would only give me two frocks a week to wear; she was quite weird. She wouldn’t wear one hat but two or three. I was so badly dressed, so ragged, that I had to change the way I presented myself. It probably all stems from not wanting to look like my mother. “Things changed immensely in the ’60s: we didn’t have to wear corsets anymore; everything was a lot freer. The clothes weren’t like the rubbish stuff around now; they’d be made of fabulous materials like pink suede. The designers were wonderful, the dresses…

As a 13-year-old, Nabihah Iqbal would make routine weekend pilgrimages from her home in London’s Regents Park to Camden. There, she’d spend the afternoon shopping for outlandish outfits (she was in the midst of a grunge phase, so only baggy trousers would do) before eventually blagging her way into punk and ska gigs in the evening. “I think maybe I looked old for my age,” she recalls, grinning. “Or they just didn’t check ID.” Either way, those scheduled trips proved formative. Nabihah grew up in a relatively unmusical household – Mum was a doctor, Dad did “business stuff” – and though they encouraged all of their six children to pick up instruments, her parents’ interest in music never surpassed switching on the radio. So when it came to discovering artists…

Photographer Liz Sanders captures members of Yemen United kicking back at their favourite restaurant after an early morning soccer practice in Brooklyn, New York. “This photo was taken while sipping sweet cardamom-infused Yemeni tea and waiting for lunch to arrive,” she says. “A joke was made as they watched Snapchat videos sent by a friend. As I’ve spent time with these teens and young adults, it has been a goal to capture moments off the field when they hang out, bonding over food that brings them together as Yemeni-Americans and visualising their deep connection with one another. But it’s often during these times that I take the fewest pictures. Instead, I find myself with a belly full of delicious food, laughing along with a joke someone’s told, and time has…