Signs of the Apocalypse: Bike Kill

10/31/2012 1:10 PM |


As is custom around Halloween, the daredevils at the Black Label Bike Club put on the annual shit show that is the Bike Kill on Saturday, filling a Bed-Stuy alley with giant muck-soaked foam skulls, crushed beer cans, ropes, jousting poles, fake blood, real blood, the occasional firecracker, tall bikes, short bikes, surfing bikes, and of course, the photographers who head there every year in search of edgy portfolio gold. Here’s what I came back with this time.