Spotlight On: Class of Seventy Four, Streetwear Giants In the Making
In this Spotlight On, we feature one of favorite (under the radar) but absolutely lit brands, Class of Seventy Four (“Class”). Everything Class releases is fire.
In this Spotlight On, we feature one of favorite (under the radar) but absolutely lit brands, Class of Seventy Four (“Class”). Everything Class releases is fire.
Awesome’s pick for circle pit of the year goes to the pit in the VIP section of the Punk in Drublic Festival (whose name was later changed to Punk and Brew Festival after a dispute with the City of Huntington Beach), during the October of 2017. The Punk in Drublic festival was a giant shit show.
Todd sits nervously in his chair, reading the Italian menu sitting in his sweaty palms. He’s berating himself internally for choosing this place, he doesn’t know how to read or speak Italian.
The first time I saw the Pharcyde was at Lollapalooza ’94. They played the second stage at the Cal State Dominguez Hills velodrome.
I grew up dealing with sub-zero winters in Canada, so when it comes to outdoor gear, I’m down with whatever keeps me the warmest. If I had money in my pocket to spend, my first choices would be Timberland and North Face.
“I hope you don’t look up to her,” my mother scoffed from our kitchen. I don’t remember what my hero had done now to solicit that comment, but I responded with a halfhearted “I don’t.
I finally got the call. A friend of mine, who runs several legitimate businesses, but tends to spend his off time in the shadows had told me about a private, big baller home game held weekly in the penthouse suite of a Los Angeles area, deluxe, high-rise apartment.
The lights draw. The DJ with a cheeky name and pension for superficially underground tracks on a playlist he or she designed…of other people’s music…has ceased entertaining the impatient (and sometimes chanting) crowd.
I’m a Chicago sports fan. Not the most hardcore admittedly, but I do hold a deep appreciation for its teams. The people that can spew out genuine stories about the fanaticism that lives inside the confines of America’s greatest city.
Walter Fullmore, 38, of Manitowoc, WI, an avid Call of Duty fan, was ecstatic to hear about the game returning to its roots in World War II. Turns out for Fullmore, he would find himself in a place he did not recognize. The multiplayer.