I’m getting my laces together for a summer of refined styling on these wack sneaker heaux.
You gotta have diversification in your sneaker archives.
Rough, yet smooth on my summer steez.
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Summer Sushi Sneaker Swag…
Sunday, May 12th, 2013Outfit Architecture…
Saturday, November 17th, 2012
I haven’t been too motiv8d to post Outfit Architecture drops because I thought it was getting boring. But when the homey Meyhem Lauren graciously allowed me to preview some of his upcoming work and he namechecked Outfit Architecture my whole demeanor switched up. Thanks Meyhem.
I’m in these streets try’na copp the Air Jordan Retro IX ‘Olive’ this weekend and this is my ‘fit. I popped tags on the Polo RL Millrose varsity jacket. I love this shit for all its inherent swag. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t in the Olympics when I put this I.T. on. Or at least at the Millrose Games at the Armory.
I figured I should break down the components of the outfit that stand out to me and helped push my attitude to 1000. We gonna do the drafting of this emotional outfit from head to toe…
My fitted spot is Poleberg out in Queens. They ain’t gonna sell you a cap as cheap as they would to me personally, but if you mention my name they will cut you a disco.
Big shouts to Bobby Fresh for the tee and all the joints he produces to rock with your favorite sneakers. Get fresh, or get left
These are the bands that make me dance. SneakerTubeTV has the red, white and blue 3-pack and the bonus is that the clear white joint actually glows in the dark. Swerve.
There is nothing more important to your building than your footings. That is your foundation. You already KNOW how the kid feels about ‘Detroit Pistons’ retro 6s. And there you have it.
CMJ 2012: RAP DEGENERATES HOMECOMING…
Monday, October 22nd, 2012
Mass Appeal’s CMJ 2012 showcase was prA’Li the only rap show I NEEDED to attend this year. Everyone whom I fux with and wants to fux with was up in that piece.
Roc Marciano, Alchemist, Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren, Timeless Truth, Mr. MFN eXquire… Listen, EVERYBODY was there!
The shit felt like a homecoming for all degenerate fans of rap music. The people whom rap music taught how to do the soulclap and then subsequently gave them the clap and various other STD’s. Here we all were, still loving this beautiful whore called rap music. Still try’na kiss her on the mouf.
I hope you live as long as I have Internets. Long enough to confuse music festivals with one another. A3C or Jack The Rapper? College Music Journal or New Music Seminar? Spoonie G or Rakim? Rakim or NaS. NaS or Roc Marciano. It. Does. Not. Stop.
Almost Paradise…
Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012
I’m on St. Ma’arten for five(5) more days and I’m starting to get paranoid. No Black man in America has spent this many consecutive days in paradise. Not even Jay-Z and he is ’bout that yacht lifestyle.
I’m not ready to be the most h8’d on. I know I act like that sometimes, but I’m just like every other person who is secretly a sucker for love. Even when I’m looking at the clouds in the sky I get photo-bombed by a Ms.Fat Booty.
This is why I’m so so paranoid about my return to NYC. The universe stays conspiring for me to succeed, even with the people who consistently block that path.
The key for me is to be like this little clamshell crab pictured below.
Dude is rocking his hardhat and he just keeps it moving. He’s undeterred by the bullshit beating him in the head.
That is until some motherfuxer decides to fux with him and have him for lunch.
Oh nooooooo!
The Boot Camp Clique Chronicles…
Friday, September 7th, 2012
Why did I even do it to myself?
Why did I walk thru Century21 when I know I ain’t got no paper to burn? Just to give myself agita I suppose. That was the feeling I got when I saw these ranger boots from Timberland x Rag & Bone sitting on the rack for $120.
I kill in the black and grey versions, but I NEEEEEDS these for my winter woodsman [ll] outfit architecture.
What am I to do? Pay my bills, or get my thrills?