Archive for the ‘Fashion Faux Pas’ Category

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

blu cheez

To all my peeps out there that love the NIKE Dunk shoe(KAMOJI stand up!)… put your joints on ice for at least a year.

NIKE Dunks have officially jumped the shark now that humps like JUDE LAW wear them to the beach.

jude dunks

photo from alex2.0

Music Videos Killed The Hip-Hop Star

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

princess 50

MISSY ELLIOT for a time was producing the most creative and groundbreaking music videos that Hip-Hop had ever seen. Her video with LIL’ KIM and DA’ BRAT for ‘Sock It To Me‘ was fun and filled with attitude. Eventually MISSY fell into the rap record industry remix trap of being forced to make the same ol’ dance video for all of her latest singles. Record labels are scared as shit to produce anything different for their rap acts no matter who the artist is.

The Roots Crew put the video together for ‘What They Do‘ how many years ago? The fact that the video is still relevant today is the problem. The answer is for the artists to become their own video directors and producers. Not in the way that JIM JONES and DipSet do their thing, but more like this…

You have to admit that the choreagraphy is tighter than any chicken noodle krumping or whatever.

TERRENCE ‘SLICKBACK’ HOWARD = 80’s Baby DENZEL W.

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

pimp soup

I can’t think of a movie with Black people in it made in the last ten years that doesn’t have TERRENCE ‘SLICKBACK’ HOWARD in the cast. Dude has become ubiquitous like those cheap Chinese slippers you see all the girls wearing. I am not saying that he is a cheap performer or brings a cheapness to the projects that he works on because he actually does the opposite.

I saw the Outkast movie over the weekend and SLICKBACK essentially outperformed everyone else on the screen. Not just Andre3000 and Big Boi, but everybody, including the veteran VING RHAMES. I am happy for SLICKBACK because he is singlehandedly bringing lightskin brothers back to the top of the Negro pecking order. We have been in a helluva drought since AL B. (I blame KIM), but SLICKBACK is putting in some mean green eyed work.

If I were a rapper trying to become an actor I would think twice about being cast opposite SLICK. Dude is letting everybody know what’s really good right now and it ain’t CURTIS.

curt and slickback

BACK TO SCHOOL: NO MORE FUCKING AROUND

Sunday, August 27th, 2006

doggystyle

YEEEEEEAH! Back from vaycay or as my Euro clientele call it – holiday. What the fuck has been happening in the world? I have no effing clue, so let me tell you what’s up in my world. I got a kick azz tan with C.S. in Fort Lauderdale. We house-sat one of these Miami Vice type cribs that had windows shades on a remote control, in-ground pool and two Vespa scooters in the garage for us to take down the highway to Miami. C.S. works in the film game and every now and then we get to realize some of the perks that come with knowing influential motion picture types. Membership has it’s privileges…

I just got home from Hotlanta. I spent several days in Marietta helping Ma Dukes get a little bit more settled into her new crib. The next thing for me to do will be to bring down my special cup and crazy straw for any late night writing projects. Good thing she has a basement too. That’s where I do my best work. Speaking of my best work…

Good to see so many familiar faces stopping by the shop even though we were O.T. I hope no one got too bored waiting for new drops from the DP dot com staff. Everybody over here was kind of winded from the heatwave and just the general grind. Believe it or not there have been over a thousand drops posted to this site since we went live exactly one year ago. The world was such a different place one year ago. Hurricane Starrkeysha hadn’t touched the Gulf Coast yet. Only several hundred Americans had been killed in Iraq. BRITNEY SPEARS had just given birth…

Come to think of it, everything was pretty much the same. The big difference for us was going from an e-mail blast into a full fledged website. Only a handful of people migrated with us over to the website. I miss the personal touch that the e-mail blast had with so many of my friends. I don’t really know who if anyone is out here now, but as long as I see someone with their fists raised I will keep doing my thing thing. My only wish for the New Year would be for people to keep fucking up so that I have a reason to write.

For the website’s one year anniversary I have to thank a few people…

BYRON CRAWFORD put the site on blast to his readership and gave us instant credibility and legitimacy on the blogosphere

FRESHALINA @ Crunk & Disorderly befriended me early on and gave me the confidence that my readership would develop (after my first month there was only the sound of crickets in my comments section)

That girl TAM for migrating over to the site from my e-mail blasts and my snail-mail list into being someone who is like my sister from another mister. You made my year when you told me that my site inspired you to get on the internets.

C.S., for being the woman of my dreams, and the APPOLONIA of my eye.

For the rest of the year you may want to hide the women and the chidren ‘cuz we is about to get R.A.W. up in this mug. I know some of you can’t handle the truth.

All Day I Dream About Sneakers… (2006 B.W.A. Nominee)

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

notre dame

One of the main reasons that C.S. and I traveled to Paris was to see if I could track down some rare and hard to find sneakers. There is a neighborhood in a Parisian suburb called Cligancourt that my friends tell me resembles the old Delancey-Orchard Street strip from the late 1980’s.

Sure enough, there were leather jacket dealers and sneaker traders everywhere. With no prices marked on the shoes it meant that you could ‘jew’ the dealer down to the price that you both agreed upon. Since I am a Black Hebrew, I have no problem jewing anyone.

There were all kinds of NIKE dunks and Air Max models to choose from, but this trip wasn’t about securing any more NIKE shoes since the swoosh brand and I were looking at being separated (and possibly divorced?). I was on the hunt for a pair of ultra rare ADIDAS. Paris is known to be a hotbed for the German shoe manufacturers products and up to this point I had seen some interesting pieces not yet available in the States. The shoes I wanted though were more than just a pair of collectible sneakers; they contained an incredible history that not too many people know about.

These were shoes worn by the Jamaican bobsled team during the 1976 Summer Games in Montreal.

monty '76

First off I know what you’re thinking… Jamaican bobsled team at the 1976 summer Olympic games?!?!? And normally I would agree with you but that is how sick this story is. Because the games were being played in Canada, the Jamaican boblsed team assumed that there would be snow and therefore it would be their first chance to compete in the games. Can you imagine for just one second how difficult it must have been to practice bobsledding in the sand?

ganja sled

I guess the team had been smoking some of that good sticky icky for them to think there would be snow on the ground in July, even up in Canada, but nonetheless they packed their bags and their sled and headed to Montreal. As word spread on the tiny island that the bobsled team would be competing in the Olympics, several other Jamaican winter athletes were inspired to make the trek as well, in the hopes that they too might secure the ‘big gold coin mon’. How many of you know the story of WINSTON LIVINGSTON, the great steel pan drummer and professional speed skater from Jamaica? He would have shattered all the established records in the Sapporo Japan Games in 1972 if he hadn’t been disqualified for going around the track in the opposite direction.

winston livingston

The real hero, or should I say heroine of the 1976 Olympic Games, was MAVIS BAILEY. She was from a poor little town in the Parish of Saint Andrew called Cockburn. The seaside town was so poor that all of its residents had to share one single pair of shoes. Even though MAVIS was scheduled to compete, the week the games were scheduled wasn’t her week to wear the town shoes, so she had to go to Montreal barefoot.

little mavis

This is where the bobsled team stepped in (pun absolutely intended). MAVIS was favored to win the women’s 200m race and she was perfectly fine running barefoot , but the I.O.C. (the T.I.’s that run that Olympic shit) had mandated that all competitors must wear track shoes. VERNON HERDSMEN, the Jamaican bobsled team’s driver and the only member of the team that wasn’t detained by Canadian customs officials for narcotics possession, was able to lend MAVIS his sneakers so that she could run her race. MAVIS nearly won the gold medal too, but she unfortunately stumbled and fell when the laces from VERNON’s sneakers became untied. Sadly, she ended up finishing in last place.

poor mavis

Even though MAVIS BAILEY returned to Jamaica medaless and shoeless, it is her perserverance that I honor and respect. I found VERNON HERDSMEN’s her ADIDAS shoe at this tiny little sneaker stand run by an angry Arab (yeah, I know, show you a happy one).

MAVIS SL 76

The second best part of the trip was that C.S. and I were back home before they set that sneaker store on fire.