I Replaced My Bumper: A Tale of Avoiding Trendy Plastic Surgery
My formative teen years did not involve the ever-present smartphone of today, but the media still found ways of consistently feeding me the image of “the perfect body.”
My formative teen years did not involve the ever-present smartphone of today, but the media still found ways of consistently feeding me the image of “the perfect body.”
Travis Scott has been an inferno lately. He just dropped one of the most anticipated album releases of the year: the 17 track Astroworld (featuring the likes of Frank Ocean and cough cough, Drake).
Our objective from the start was to create t-shirts for people who might not typically wear band shirts. I’d like to think we produce high quality, unique, collaborative shirts with a cool backstory. Limiting production to small numbers assures that you’re not going to see 10 other people wearing the same shirt.
The first “what the …” moment was the fact that when I Google’d, “High Heel Crocs” there were multiple images that appeared. I went on a self-reflective journey of my own heritage and culture.
“It started off well enough,” he lamented. “I mean it actually started off great. On Monday, my birthday, I woke up to a deadstock pair of Off White Jordans from my mom and dad. I thought it was a dream, you know.”
Inclusiveness: It’s what AGENDA is all about, and what makes it a special kind of tradeshow. No matter who you are, you can stand side by side with companies like the Hundreds, 10 Deep, or Chinatown Market and compete with the same. That’s the draw.
Justin Timberlake’s upcoming Air Jordan 3 JTH in Bio Beige is straight fire. These kicks are so beautiful that if you cop, it is almost guaranteed that you’ll have individuals (albeit mostly Asian males between 15 and 35) clamoring to tell you “You’re bringing sexy back.”
Mother of nineteen-year-old Instagram influencer, 99Problem5Butmykiksaint1 (Maynard Marnywood) walked in on her son licking his Jordans. “My baby Maynard…Oh gawd, I can’t unsee what I just saw,”
Summer: the season when it’s socially acceptable to wear as little clothing as possible: the shorts are short and the shirts are nonexistent. It’s a beautiful time, truly. However, someone at Balenciaga is sitting high atop their mountain above Who-ville rubbing their devious hands together, scheming a plan to ruin this freedom of the skin—and sometimes for the nip.
It felt like High Snobiety was really reaching to make a point that Hill had become a fashion guru just for his taste in random ink display. When really, if you boil it down—the dude just owns tye dye shirts. He probably thinks they’re funny, a bit ironic, but most importantly: comfortable as hell.