“From the craps tables down in AC, back on the block/Jay-Z mother f*cker from tha’-tha’ the ROC.” -(c) camel
I fux with American Crapparel hardbody (props to The Arab Parrot for coining the phrase).
Their heather gray zip up hoodie goes perfect with jeans and any manner of Nike steez:
Unzipped [ll], you can showcase your favorite t-shirt whilst staying warm. Throw a flannel underneath and you’re on your West Coast B.I. Wear nothing underneath and show off the taco meat [ll]. It’s whatever’s your pleasure, really.
But what really gets me fired up about AC is the models. Their website is better than pr0n. Like, pr0n wishes it could be as gullyriffic as the AC website. What do you expect? Their CEO is a sexual deviant. No shots – at DP.com, sexual deviancy [ll] is mad celebrated. Ixpecially if it leads to the creation of something as dope as AC.
AC goes in on the artsy hipster pseudo-pr0n photography tip something hardbody. For instance, why is this broad bending over backward with her hands on her tushie? No answer for that. But me likey:
These jeans bring a brother back to the early 80s, when it was considered sexy to wear jeans that came up to the belly button, well before the low-rise fad kicked in and took over. Know what? Shits look bangin…all over again:
And this is the simple shit. I’m not even talking about the fly unitard that just came in for this season:
But hold up, you didn’t think that’s the best pic they could come up with, did you?
And Exhibit C (no Jay Elec-Hanukkah)…show me whatchu twurkin wit:
On the low…this one got a bubba:
This one is just filthy…I ain’t mad atchu, guh – get that $:
Mack, I’m gawn in:
I’m in love (no sucker for love; no Cappin Save-a-Hoe):
Need I say more:
If you’re like me, any website that displays half a nipple is blocked by your company’s Haterware – but AC will never be blocked. Thusly, for an afternoon diversion, you can’t beat the AC shwag. Poke around [||] the site for an afternoon – you’ll never be able to predict what sort of innocuous piece of clothing Dov Charney has repurposed in a shwagged-out, 70s pr0n star sort of way. Thank me later (no Canadian Jewish rap star.)
