I got my spaceship shoes yesterday.
Wanna see ’em?
Here it go…
SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE! FOAMPOSITE ONE ‘SILVER CAMO’ from dallas penn on Vimeo.
I got my spaceship shoes yesterday.
Wanna see ’em?
Here it go…
SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE! FOAMPOSITE ONE ‘SILVER CAMO’ from dallas penn on Vimeo.
Let’s be clear about this one fact… Dallas Penn and Black people as a collective are the LEAST homophobic people on the planet. This is a fact. I do not have a phobia of homosexuals. Sure, I enjoy playing the pause [ll] game, but that shit is just fun. I do not fear gheys tho’ because they aren’t the problem.
Macklemore is the natural progression of rap music in the hands of capitalistic corporations. Do you think capitalism really cares about ghey rights, civil rights or human rights for that matter? Hells nah. They are marching us towards the day when people will pay a premium to own children. That’s right, I said OWN children. Like Madonna and all of her Black babies.
Madonna can afford to adopt African babies tho’ and pay the tariffs imposed for moving those children across borders and oceans. The rest of us won’t be that fortunate. Macklemore, Ellen deGeneres and the ghey media are all tools for capitalism and certainly not the rights of ghey, lezbird, RuPauls and transmetrosexual people.
But Macklemore is definitely a scourge to people who have no idea what Hip-Hop really is. He is a watered down pop music artist who has copied the mannerisms of the greatest entertainers before him. He sucks because he is a biter. Macklemore is unoriginal. Macklemore is counterfeit. Never mention Macklemore’s name in the same vein of Hip-Hop.
The flipside of Valentine’s Day is the love of your life that got away.
13 Sneakerheads Tell Their Most Heartbreaking Sneaker Stories
I’ma do Complex one better and post some videos from the Galaxy Quest
Hypebeast alerts from here on.
Santa’s helper is out here in the streets sourcing the shit the fat man is gonna drop off to all the good kids.
Don’t be out here fuxing shit up for you make Zwarte Piet have to snatch you up in his satchel and spirit your ass to the diamond mines.
Zwarte Piet takes a trip thru the New Amsterdam for the high holiday season, and I do mean ‘high’.
If you had seen me bust my ass on that bus exit you would be in tears. It was awesomely epic.
The final scene calls for a little Blackoake version of Donnie Hathaway’s ‘Soulful Christmas’