Maybe all of the shoes I like look the same. Maybe my tastes only include variations of Sk8-His, Moccasins, and Top Siders... Either way here are new things that I want.

These are from the latest Chloe line to drop called See. by Chloe.

These are the samples of the Eric Elms x Vans. I think they encompass everything I love about footwear. They are not going to be released until closer to the end of summer, but yesyumyazz.

Source Hearty Magazine


i miss going to hardcore and punk shows and standing on the edge of the pit. 
just outside of the chaos. 
but close enough to watch it all happen. 


in my lifetime.

so maybe i'm having a Matt & Kim dance party alone. maybe I came across these in the process:

you know what i love?


I don't think I have words for this. Nope. I don't. COVETED.

I am desperately trying to control my fingers from exploding the way my mind and body just did. Clean up. Aisle: Jones.

what you're saying is really all marbles and mumbles to me.

For a minute I really cared about streetwear, because deep down, I do love it. I enjoy most things about the culture- or rather men who look fresh as hell, care about their clothing, who (I'm only assuming) make art, and skate. Then I began going to the stores and you know what? The people that work at them are elitist assholes. They don't pay attention to you if you don't already look like them, which is hilarious, because the entire skate-lifestyle is supposed to be based on acceptance of difference since skate-kids were the weirdos of the sports industry back in the day anyway. So now I have no interest in going back to Union, Dave's, or Supreme (ClassicKicks, Flight Club, WESC, and the boys at BAPE, I ain't got nothin' but love for ya baby).

I thought I'd stopped caring, but take a look at these:

Deluxe (a Japanese based brand) teamed up with Vans to create these beautiful Chukkas. I want them on my feet. I recently got my Mark Jacobs' Sk8-Hi's back, forcing me to remember how much I love special edition Vans. Vans Vans Vans. How you got my heart, I'm not quite sure, but I'll know you'll keep it safe and always looking fresh.



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i've been working on arts that look something like that.



Lately, it's been fun.


Somethings are better in person

Today was extremely long and full of adventures. Here's a rundown of today's topics:

- Cattle call casting for work as an extra.
- A walk from 34th Street to SoHo, where I encountered a Sable(toothtiger).
- Visits to Kid Robot, A Bathing Ape, Abstract (my highlight store for the day), and Future Friends' Design studio.
- Wrapping it all up with a fucking phenomenal show with Dead River Company

Let's begin.

Sometimes you read things on Craig's List that you absolutely know are complete scams. You do not hit reply, you do not call that number. This was not one of those times. I woke up nice and early to get ready for a trip to WTM Casting agency in Midtown (mistake 1?). I entered a room the size of a hallway, where 6 other hopefuls awaited. I slumped into my chair, and after filling out the abitrary paperwork, I worked on new characters for future crafting projects. I listened to non-professional-anythings "network" with each other and exchange contact information about projects that I'm sure will never be followed through.

Allow me to paint the picture: On my left there was a row of 7 chairs, on the wall across from that, three posters that I'm sure WTM hung to serve as a method of assuring hopefuls that they too could work on sets such as A Guy Thing, White Oleander, I-Spy, and Goodfellas. That's right. Goodfellas. The door at the otherside of the room lead people into it, a depth from which they never returned.

Upon entering this room, I met Brad. He was a fast talking Italian that immediately told me that I liked what he saw. Maybe he was matte-finish leggings and the capelette? I'll never truly know- but in order to see the "true me" he asked that I removed my jacket. I guess the true me was really just beneath that layer of spandex that my body was covered in. When I refused his "irresistible offer" of $99 for headshots on the spot, I was given a card and ushered out of the backdoor as he shouted, "Next!" to the following foreigner in mind.

On my mind at that point was Sable, whom I thought may have once gone through this very same situation (a notion that I later found to be false). I wandered my way downtown to find her standing amidst a sea of t-shirts and toys at her undisclosed location of employment. After 15 minutes I asked her out on a long overdue date. She got off at 6 and with an hour to kill, I thought I'd go make some friends around town.

A Bathing Ape
I visited BAPE for the first time today, as I actually am not into most of their products. All over prints don't do it for me and this Summer '09 sneaker collection is just way too flashy for my taste (at least what they have in the store). My intention was to find out where the Invisible Man store was located as I could not remember at the time. I met a dude named Brian there, and we discussed the appeal of BAPE sneakers. Here's my stance: Why go with a company like BAPE that makes super flashy "homage paying" (read: rip-offs) versions of Nike's and Adidas', when you can go for the classic versions? But on the other hand, I do understand wanting to explore new, innovative styles of old favorites... BAPE is just not for me. Most of the dudes in the store were wearing pieces from last fall (or for one employee 2 years ago), which were a lot less cartoony / flamboyant.

After attempting to finish this entry for 1.5 days now, I am going to end it here and continue on tomorrow. I'm going to do that thing, where I... go outside.



The beauty of not having a job (and an unlimited metrocard) is that I can wake up everyday and embark on some adventure that I once did not have the time for. After a chance encounter with Mandy's sister, Meredith and a slumber party on the roof, I woke up refreshed and ready for the artwork. Here is my day in photographs.

Meredith, at the scene of our slumber party.

Robert Indiana, "Hope" 2008.

Taylor and I came across a really small painting of a gourd at a gallery earlier in the day, and then found this installation of huge ones further down the street. Neither of us can remember who the artist is, or where we saw the first one, but these things were amazing. They are in this open space on 24th Street. You can not enter the room, which is a huge minus.

These next few pieces are by Liao Yibai, a Chinese sculptor, by way of Beijing. His exhibit, Imaginary Enemy is up at the Mike Weiss Gallery on West 24th Street. I highly recommend checking it out if you enjoy commentary pieces on the American consumption-culture. These are some highlights:

"Cash Fighting" 2009

"Cash Fighting" detail

"Fighting Shadow" 2009.

"Chairman's Map" 2009.

"Chairman's Map" (New York detail) 2009.

"Chairman's Map" (California detail) 2009.

These are random shots I took throughout the day of things I found aesthetically pleasing.

Accidental Beauty

Now, you can see why she's so upset.

The scene outside of AA on spring. Eek.

KNOX staying up.


Taken through the cracks of a construction site.

We also viewed Take Care of Yourself by Sophie Calle (currently on view at the Paula Copper Gallery)- a multi-media exhibit in which Calle ask 107 women to interpret a letter written to her by an ex-lover. The exhibit includes video, photographs, and prints. Another one of my favorites was Black and White in America by Leonard Freed, a collection of photos taken spanning from the late '50s through the '60s focusing on the struggle of the civil rights movement.

I'll tell you about my stops at ClassicKicks, Dave's Quality Meats, Rogan and other nifty stores tomorrow.

P.S. I am designing a sketchbook that is going to blow your fucking mind.



sweet sailing.

During my junior year of college, I went through a phase of hanging around the Westchester, and ogling expensive WASP-y wears. This was around the time that I purchased a pair of standard Sperry Topsiders. My color of choice was a beautiful tone of yellow, like honey mustard from Wendy's. I wore them once, and decided they just we're for me. I gave the seemingly outlandish shoes to Alaina, but once I saw them after her visit into the woods... I realized those jaundicey delights should have remained on my feet from day one.

These babies are by Shoo, a Danish company and I want them on my feets:

Those are a bonafide upgrade. This is the mid- option; I would prefer the low-tops. mMm.

This blog is becoming about things I can't have, isn't it?


on the fence: cop / don't cop.

On a mini-streetwear adventure, I popped into the Nike Sportswear store at 21 Mercer yesterday. To say I wasn't enthused would be an understatement (I've been anti-Nike since 5th grade now), but I wanted to give them a chance to re-kindle old flames, once more.

Then they did this:

VISVIM hybrid knockoffs!

I know that these aren't new-news to any sneakerhead, because they are 2 years old, but I seriously don't know how to feel about these. On one hand, thank you Nike for making a style that is completely out of my reach slightly more accessible (these were somewhere around $100 in-store, but Flight Club LA online has them for $80). But, on the other hand, eff Nike for ripping off Japanese innovation, yet again.

Easily distracted- I just came across these:

From the Vans Vault Spring 2009 collection. MmmmYum.

But back to this 21 Mercer business. Nike also ripped a design that was really similar to this pattern on these shorts by The Hundreds:

Unfortunately, after searching for an hour, I could not find an image of this Nike Sportwear Windrunner. The pattern had a little bit more static in the design, but made me angry none the less...

However, when I went to Supreme, the one thing in the store that caught my eye and made me creep in a little closer happened to be a N.S. Backbag. Nike: Don't want to see it, can't keep my eyes off of it.


cop it.

Tonight, Taylor and I hung out with her neighbor Terris. He had these sweet kicks by Visvim. I took a shitty cell phone picture:

This are the most comfortable moccasin sneaker hybrid thing you will ever put onto your feets.

Then I found other things by this company that I want.

This is a Visvim, KAWS collaboration on a Chum doll. It is selling for $550 on ebay.

These are more examples of their Moc hybrids:

The ones that Terris has are having no justice served to them in that image. They are traditional Moc color with a little bit of embroidery on the upper. Because he's worn them countless times, the soles are squished down a bit, making them look a little less nerdy than the ones in the image above do. Long story short, we wear the same size shoes, so he better watch his shiz.