Archive for the ‘Fashion Faux Pas’ Category

XXL’s August Cover Is In The Bag…

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

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It’s been a long time since I had anything to write about Fab. Do I need to post the ‘Throw It In The Bag’ track? Is that what y’all are into now? I admit that I don’t like this song and I also admit that when this shit comes on the radio I reflexively do the Cabbage Patch dance. I can’t even stop myself (believe me I’ve tried).

Fabolous featuring The Dream – ‘Throw It In The Bag’

I was stanned out the other night when my boss, er, supervisor, Carl Chery (we all know Vanessa Satten’s the boss) let me know I had crossed over into the Hip-Hop publishing world’s VIP room. I was on the list for the party that XXL was throwing along with Def Jam to celebrate Fabolous on the mag’s cover next month. I was happy as fuck to be going to this party. Elliott Wilson never invited me to any XXL parties because he knew my reputation for open bars. Datwon Thomas never invited me to shit because he hates me. The only Dallas he fux with is Austin [ll].

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fab xxl

So I showered and put on some clean clothes for the shindig. There would be some magazine chicks in the building. These girls work so hard and they never have time to let the boys play with them. I’m definitely looking to cop feels on Clover Hope if she shows up. I like the way she writes. I ended up not meeting any young tender journalistas except for this one chick named Mariel Concepcion from Vibe magazine. If I had known that Vibe was assed out I would have attempted to console Mariel by offering her a free drink (and I would’ve copped a feel).

Sadly, the party wasn’t as crowded as I imagined these industry things are and the free drinks were wamp-wamp. Patron with lemonade? Women are definitely running this rap shit. My homey Panama came through and beat me in the head for not coming to his ‘Make It Last Forever’ video premiere party. Panama is my dude and all, but I have a serious issue with buying liquor. If you want me to appear at your party you need to make sure I am drinking for free.

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fab xxl

Another superstar in the building was Gabe T. who I want to say is the general manager over at Def Jam. When Gabe T. is working an artist he is working that artist. He’s been excited about the Fabolous project for a minute, but then again he was excited about the Jadakiss and Rick Ro$$ albums too. I’m sure Gabe T. will be telling me to fux with the Juelz Santana joint later this summer. Even though the crowd was meager and lazy Fab still made his appearance. Fab has to be a good dude because he let some fugly chick hug his ass for a minute.

If I was a real life celebrity I wouldn’t let fugly chicks hug me, but since I am only a celebrity on the internets I am down to hug any chick that wants it. Retarded with Down’s Syndrome? Quadriplegic? Amputee? Leper? Hells yeah to all of ’em. I’m a sucker for love and free booze. Now that I am getting invites to the industry elite soirees I think its time I bathed on the regulack.

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fab xxl

Seed Popular from Rule 4080 on the lens

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

sneaker pimps

Sneaker Pimps was a classic evening in NYC. All the fam from Obsessive Sneaker Disorder came through. Dee, Paper, Chad, Kwab the sz.15 King and my man from BK, ShowIdeez, were all in effect.

Super DJ Clark Kent is a monster in the culture, from the music to the kicks.

Jadakiss, Wale, the Clipse and Big Boi tore shit down.

The Ruffian has created a new term called ‘The Stinky Pocket’.


And here is the news we have all been waiting for…

Shouts to MikeyFresh, Rosemary and the whole Goliath camp.

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Big Boi Pimp Slaps NYC…

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

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My bosses here at Harris let me breathe slightly because they know I am getting up there in years and I can’t trot around like the faster horses, plus I usually binge on alcohol right after I cash their paycheck.

Hood Rich nigger!!!

In another week I’ll be back in eating my sardines and tunameats straight from the can again. I’ve been running around the city going to concerts, discussing Spike Lee’s legacy as a forum paneist, and getting fucked the fuck up. Mostly the latter. I used my Harris Publications credentials to get into the Sneaker Pimps exhibition concert last night in New York City. XXL magazine wasn’t a sponsor for the event but our sister, or brother [ll] publication Antenna was on the flyer.

I’ve said this before but Antenna mag is the most Hip-Hop magazine still in print. XXL is more like Tiger Beat with big booty broads. XXL needs to grow the fuck up and flash me an areola to let me know they are out there. I love getting my copy of XXL every month. Along with my Eastbay catalog. Anything else in the mailbox is a fucking bill party people. Occasionally, my peoples from DP.com send me some shit too. When my Antenna mag comes through I get amped.

This shit is for the dude that is 25 and does his thing. They had a feature on propane BBQ grills. Hells fucking yeah! Antenna doesn’t play around with their features playboy. They highlight the motherfuckers making moves in our generational culture for shit like sneakers, streetwear, extreme sports, techware and whatever else is relevant to how grown folks keep it fly and flashy.

Sidebar: I just took out some time to get into the latest issue of XXL and I apologize for the slight. Even though there isn’t an article about a gas grill there are some dope features in the issue. The Mos Def feature is good and so is the article on dance rap in the south. XXL is still the shit we all need for the culture to continue to spread. Even if I feel like its sometimes diluted.

So back to the matter at hand which was the Sneaker Pimps event. At a past event held in Atlanta Big Boi became the butt of jokes because he wore a pair of Air Jordan shoes that had not been produced by Nike authentically. The truth is that any collector of athletic shoes will have acquired a counterfeit pair at some point because they are accessible and in some cases they are very well made.

Big Boi’s kicks were 100 at this event and his performance was also legit. I’ve never seen Big Boi live until I saw him perform at the Hip-Hop Honors awards show and that wasn’t his material he was performing. His set was dope and I thought that maybe I’ve been hard on ranking he and Andre 3K as one of the all time duos. Red & Meth still > tho’.

After Big Boi the Clipse came out immediately with no delay to the thunderous thump of ‘Grinding’. Clipse are good rappers and they always kill at the Sneaker Pimps shows. As a matter of fact, Clipse call themselves the GOAT duo. We all know this isn’t the case except in the area of stunt rap. Clipse are the pushers that spend they whole grip stuntin’ and just re-up the next day. Too bad this was a short set of theirs and no one from the Re-Up gang came out. The Clipse still killed it though. I didn’t get to see what kicks they were wearing but the Clipse swag is usually at or near 100.

That is what Sneaker Pimps is about in general but I didn’t represent too hardbody on my Polo steez. That was my fail. Its not like Sneaker Pimps happens every month because it doesn’t. The next time I go to an event like this which is basically for stunting in the culture (a necessary thing) I will make sure I have stepped up my game. It’s not like I’m not holding heat either, even for the fat man sizes I have some heatrocks. Plus I do have the ‘Heat Rox’.

Internets! Fux with Sneaker Fiends Unite!

PARDON ME DUKE IS THE GOAT…

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

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That’s some inside info for those in the know.

I was FIEEEEEEEEEND’g the above pictured I.T. for a few months when the price broke incredibly. I could have copped the piece off the top, but then I remembered my BK fam from Pardon Me Duke keeps the lifestyle all day every day.

For the price they got me the I.T. I decided to copp two.

Why?

Because I’m crazy like that.

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

spike nike lee

SPIKE LEE was a sneaker fiend even before we knew what sneaker fiends were. The character Mars Blackmon was like one the freshest bike messengers evar in his crispy Air Jordan 1’s. He even rocked the joints the NBA had banned because there wasn’t enough “white” on the shoe (true story). If you haven’t seen ‘She’s Gotta Have It’ then you don’t know about the scene where Mars refuses to take off his Jordans during sex. That is the true essence of a sneaker fiend.

SPIKE LEE goes a step further to describe the relationship between Black men and their kicks in this scene from ‘Do The Right Thing’ where Buggin’ Out has his brand new Air Jordan 4’s scuffed by a careless white wearing a Larry Bird t-shirt. Hilarity ensues.

The Mars Blackmon x Air Jordan commercials are funny even today, and they are legendary ad spots. Back in 2006 the Jordan brand collaborated with SPIKE LEE again not only for visual media promotions, but for the release of the Spiz’zike shoe which mashed up several different elements from previous Air Jordan releases.

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I can see the classic 6 tongue with the 4 lacestays, along with the 5 upper ventilation and laces toggle. The shoes have elephant skin print on the toebox and heels and in some freaky cases I think they have a glow in the dark outsole. Let’s not forget the 40 Acres and A Mule logo and the Mars Blackmon icon on the achilles’ support.

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Spiz’zikes are that hypebeast shit and therefore typically outside of my usual pricepoints but since I was invited to participate in a panel discussing the overall legacy of SPIKE LEE on cinema, social and sneaker culture I thought I might treat myself to a pair. Let’s be honest and recognize that a 20th anniversary for a film like ‘Do The Right Thing’ can only happen once. Keep in mind this was a film that almost wasn’t even released at all.

Where’s Mars?
Brooklyn Honors Spike Lee

The Man and the Brand: Spike Lee Panel

Spike Lee Screening Room
Brooklyn Campus of Long Island University
DeKalb Avenue @ Flatbush Ave Extension

Thursday, June 25, 2009, 7PM

Featured panelists…

Nelson George
Michaela angela Davis
Kevin Powell
Roger Guenveur Smith
Danny Simmons
Dallas Penn (hells chea!)
Moikgantsi Kgama

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