Saturday, June 30, 2012

Friday, June 29, 2012

Yolo.









I am a man who believed that I died 20 years ago... I live like a man that has died already. I have no fear of anyone, or anything

Behold.



It's witchcraft!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

IDentify.







The summer is upon us. Still need to wrap up my plans for the holiday.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

OakLand.







Nothing really all that important to say. I've been thinking of changing up the logo; it's grown a bit stale.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Dedication.







It is not impossible to believe that this may one day be your life.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Anticipation.





So~ looking forward to the Jack Spade x Barbour collaboration coming out this September. From what I've heard it's mostly going to be a bag collab, but with Jack Spade's evident need for subtle flare, there have to be at least a few Jacket combinations. I just can't wait to see that catalog! Either way, if the Georgetown store doesn't see any designs, I would not hesitate to make my way up to New York just to take a peek. Haha.

Heute.







Live life, lavishly

Friday, June 22, 2012

Loom.









We have grown to be vibrant in our youth. 

Brok(e)in.


So I was browsing the net during my lunch break today and I stumbled upon a decent story written by, get this- Fox News! It was concerning this shoe, The JS Roundhouse Mid. A collaboration with famous designer and stylist Jeremy Scott (hence the JS in the name), the show has sparked a lot of controversy with both the designer and with the brand. Inevitably, the shoe was canceled for accusations of racism, but after reading this article, I saw a new perspective.

The article touched on something that I'm sure the majority of the racism whistle blowers noticed as well, which is the fact that shoes such as these are worn, in majority by a very specific demographic. Living in the District, I've noticed more than 70% of the young African American males that I see are sporting some sort of sneaker. Whether they be New Balance, Air Jordans, Reebok or Adidas, they are all fairly sporty, and even more flamboyant. I'll be the first to say that I love sneakers. While I haven't worn them in a while, I still have an avid appreciation for a classic pair of J's. Simultaneously, I am careful not to let something such as a shoe define me. While I'm sure most of us would like to say the same thing, it is an inevitable relationship. If someone sees me in a pair of sneakers, specifically Air Jordans, they will have the same impression.

Which is why this shoe is so powerful. While I'm not sure what Jeremy Scott or Adidas intended with this sneaker, I am sure what the message describes. It is someone literally bound to their shoes. In the days where sneakers cost upwards $1,000 (eBay Air Yeezy auction), and have been that way since their release, and when people obsess over the annual release of another pair, its clear that there is more than just an obsession with design. It becomes clear that sneakers have become a symbol. A symbol for what? I'm not sure, but I am sure that this status is clearly surrounding what it takes to be either an African American or Latino male. Aside from that, what other symbols are there for African American and Latino males? Prison. What's on the back of the JS Roundhouse Mid? Shackles. What do people wear in prison? Shackles. Where are African American and Latino males? Prison. What have we said to be a symbol for African American and Latino males? Sneakers and Prison.

If you don't see the connection yet, then shame on you.

As I said earlier; It's unclear if Adidas and Jeremy Scott meant to release this shoe as a message to the drug/prison culture as a way to make them wake up, or if they thought that they could get away with selling a shoe with shackles on them and know who was going to consume them in order to commit to some systematic race joke. Either way, this is nothing new.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Monotion.



I nearly cried when I witnessed this masterpiece.
Then I actually cried when I realized there will never be anything like it, ever again.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Smoov.











But man, oh man, oh man!- Am I happy it's summertime.

Indigo.



Been ODing on good music lately. However, I regret finding a great song, searching it on Google, and then finding that I've actually been two to three years late. It's a sad story, but when I think about it- the music is actually better, because it's withstood the test of time- right?

Monday, June 18, 2012

Adventure.



Remember the days when you used to say yes, more than you said no? 
I miss those days.

Elite.





For the passed few days we've been having a conversation at work. It started out with one of my co-workers talking about how she doesn't like to subscribe to a specific type because it slows her down from meeting some amazing people. Obviously narrowing one's circumstances will also narrow their chances of anomalies. It makes sense. However, I disagree. I most definitely have a type. Both physically, and psychologically. Both artistically and practically. I have a type. I have a type of person that I can be friends with; a type of person I can be competitive with; a type of person I find attractive; a type of person I admire- the list goes on. However, what I am careful not to do, is to turn anyone away because they do not fit my desired settings. 


Whether it be long dark hair, and hazy, mysterious eyes, or nude lipstick and dark eyeliner. I know what I find attractive, and I know what makes me happy. If I didn't, then I feel like I would waste so much time accepting failed relationships into my life. If I tried to befriend the guy at the bar with a Swastika on his bicep, I might be in for a surprise when I find out that he didn't return the sentiment. If I looked up to the guy who lived under the bridge and split his money evenly between craps games and Steel Reserve, I might not end up making the best decisions for myself. 


I like to keep my check marked list very simple, and very inviting. If you would like to join it, please feel free to let me know. Haha.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Aguaporfavor.







Quenched. 

Hambre.







I can honestly say that I hated the Twilight series. I found the story, the cast, their acting and even the effects to be uninspiring. On the other hand, the Hunger Games series has two things going for it. The actors are a bit better (even if their acting isn't), as are the effects. 


It's mostly the actors though...