desert. horse. no name.

I came to Los Angeles with 3 bags and $100.

I broke that $100 bill today at CVS on my first walk through the city, alone. Because I don't have any money, I figure I should track how I'm spending it. I forgot my flatiron back at Taylor's, so I needed to purchase some hair-doing goods. A brush, conditioner, face wash and the very necessary completely unnecessary nail polish (in Time Sq. Tangerine) came to a whopping $17.44. I winced when the fellow named "Mr. David" asked for my money.

Unlike what Mtv projects, THIS is the real world. I guess I'm about to see what happens when people stop acting nice... oh no wait. Real World LA (that's prettttttty much an oxymoron) must be when people stop acting cold hearted and mean like in NY and nice all the time. To practice, I've been saying hello to strangers. Note: they like this behavior.

I'm going to shower now. Then I'm going outside. Maybe I'll get on a bus. Maybe I'll just walk to Fairfax. At night, I can still wear my boots. Like R. Kelly and Jay-Z collaborations: it is the best of both worlds.

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.


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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. 

sigh.

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?

PONY HAIR SHOES.

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.

<3
jones.

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