Archive for June, 2009

These shoes are lovely. Simple, classic, fresh; especially the gold accents. I wish I had them…OH WAIT! I do. For once I can say firsthand how ill these black joints are. And I should know. I paid DOUGH for these on my very first European excursion a couple months ago. Which should upset the normal person. Not me. When I saw the drop date, I just laughed maniacally. As I am now. HA HA HA! I win! Finally. So, I’m really good at my job and/or have a bit of a problem and should seek professional help. I choose “and.”

Via: Highsnobiety

Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Sorry, I had to. I love arcades. LOVE them. In a way that makes others think I may be pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau. But that’s ok by me, because I wear boys’ sizes in sneakers. And no one suspects a grown woman will rob a little boy for his kicks. They would be wrong. Don’t judge me! If you saw these on a snotty little nine year old, you would take them and run. Your lies only hurt yourself. These are the second coming of the original Ms. Pacman Dunk Lows that dropped earlier this May. While I have to cosign the Ms. Pacmans, these high tops are FIRE.

If you close your eyes you can almost hear a 12 yr old Christian relieving his teenage angst by inflicting multiple gunshot wounds on a zombie. Maybe he’ll buy me a pop when he’s done. Oh, the good ole days.

Via: Hypebeast

What’s this? Something catering to the ladies? Someone…hand me…my inhaler. No, seriously. The walk from the kitchen to the computer got me winded. I’m slowly fading…

Whew! I’m back! Set to drop July 1st in retailers all across the good ‘ole U.S. of A, I’m feeling the vibe of these. Very Summer. I’d advise against wearing them to the beach though; sandy kicks are not a good look. And they tend to bog you down when you’re swimming or so my lifeguard boss argued when he let me go last summer. Perhaps a nice neighborly barbeque would be appropriate? If you’re a fan of your neighbors, that is. Otherwise it could prove to be uncomfortable. You eating their food with your shiny new kicks on, quietly mocking them.

Via: SoleCollector

Say what you will about Michael’s personal life, the man was the King of Pop and an absolute genius. And as far as I’m concerned the King of fresh too. He was the definition of style. I grew up listening to everything he created, including the multitudes of classics made from just sampling his music. His music is timeless. Billie Jean? PYT? THRILLER? He is a legend and will be remembered. I mean, just peep his house right now. It’s like they’re handing out free cheese! And I don’t mean to make light of his death, but I think everyone should be celebrating his life. I’m gonna dance all day long! Because I feel like that’s what he would have wanted. Thanks for the soundtrack of my life, Mike. R.I.P

Nooka does such good work. Clean lines, crazy colors. I love it. They just dropped their summer collection and per usual, I wouldn’t mind wearing every piece at the same time like a store mannequin. Live mannequins! That’s a genius idea! But only if I’m the mannequin. And I get to keep all of the merchandise I model. Those are my terms, I’ll be expecting your call.

All of their collaboration watches are crazy but the Supremebeing x Nooka collabo watch is insane. For $275 I need to make this live mannequin thing happen. Or get a sugar daddy.* Available at Nooka

*Now accepting applications

Who doesn’t enjoy a love story? Especially one that involves spray paint and sneakers! Dabs and Myla are two Melbourne born artists who fell in love at art school and eventually moved to the States to make me rather jealous. Altogether now: Awwwwwww. Everything about these two is fresh. Down to the fact that they collaborate on every piece they do, without ripping each others faces off like Jon & Kate. Peep the Sneaker Freaker interview where the pair admit their love for creating one of a kind customized shoes and think “nothing tops off a painting like a great pair of shoes.” My heroes. The founders of Per Square Metre Gallery are about to blow up and before it happens I want them to paint all my white on white kicks. Because I’ve always thought they were the perfect canvases. And luckily I knew my stick figures would not do them justice. I knew I was holding out for a reason.

Watch their work from the 2009 Wango Tango Festival event in May. Ridiculous.

Yabba dabba doooo! Nike just clubbed the competition with these joints. People are gonna go ape-shit! These are rock solid! Ok…I’m out of caveman puns. These new Nike high-tops are inspired by the classic cartoon, The Flintstones and I support this movement. You cannot go wrong emulating a cartoon. I mean, when I dressed up as Tweety bird for my job interview the woman was so impressed she got me my very own car home. I did have to sit in the backseat in cuffs and he did mistake the police station for my house, but it’s the thought that counts. C’mon, who didn’t love The Flintstones? I even loved The Flintstones movie with Rosie O’Donnell in it. Hell, I even loved The Flintstones vitamins. I took those vitamins like they were pain killers and I was a Hollywood scarlet. My folic acid was through the roof people.

The Dino colorway reigns supreme in my book, for those of you aiming to woo me, and the bone lettering on the heel makes me want to club someone to death and drag them back to my cave and make them into stew. Because I’m pretty sure that’s how cavemen roll.

Available at Osneaker

Say it right! It’s pronounced Wal-AY, my dears. I may or may not have been ridiculed during my first encounter with “Nike Boots.” But it’s cool now; I’ve adjusted my enunciation. Sticks and stones may break my bones but you’re an ass for correcting me… But now he’s gracing me with free music and oh, how I love mixtape days! Downloading free music is like Christmas. Smells like chestnuts roasting and Uncle Craig knocked under the tree on account of too much eggnog. Unless you’re that woman being forced to pay $80,000 per song after losing her copyright case…again; Santa gave her a lump of coal in her stocking. And then he robbed her. And no, I don’t consider mixtapes stealing because you can’t buy them anywhere. So unless you want me to start sending blank checks to every artist, cool it RIAA! I’m just trying to get my head bob on. Maybe get a little shoulder bounce going, a Cha Cha slide if the mood arises. Actually, I hope that dance dies a Lifetime Network caliber death. And if you disagree with me then I apologize for offending. Just let me know what the hell I should be doing during “REVERSE!” because I’m pretty sure no one knows.

“Back To The Feature” has been keeping my iPod very chipper all day and it would only be fair for me to share the wealth. I can cross holiday volunteerism off my “to-do” list. Damn right this counts. No need to thank me for my philanthropy…just pay it forward. Adopt a highway or something. Pavement needs love too.

Get it here!

Via: FreshnessMag