Alife like no other.

As evidenced by the fact that ye olde Americana doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, I may be speaking mostly for myself when I say I miss the days when streetwear was streetwear. And when I say streetwear my friends, I mean streetwear. Reminisce with me for a moment back to a time when one could find the youth of the city draped in all-over print hats, jeans in varying states of full blown day glo hues and t-shirts that demanded a particular sort of attention (most often through clever combinations of conventional logo’s and that tried and true stalwart of the English language, “fuck”). It was a special moment. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and when it came to those defining years when streetwear was pushing culture, not a mainstream part of it, nobody did it better than Alife.


Alife was without question one of the more daring and innovative streetwear lines in a genre that was already seen as something of a loose cannon in a world that was still recovering from 3XL’s t-shirts or mainly concerned with SB Dunks and Levi Shrink to Fit’s. The line was a statement of color blocking mastery, with the occasional experiments in ridiculous logo jacking, Cookie Monster eyes, polka dot crews, and impressive heather’s and basics. Basically, it was everything a great streetwear line should be, irreverent, brash, innovative and immaculately conceived. If you saw someone else with Alife in 2006, you know they put in groundwork to get their hands on a piece.

Before I get emotional describing how genius it was for Alife to be producing selvedge jeans in 2006 with a plaid cuff lining long before everyone began dressed like a J.Crew catalog, or how they moved before the market, flipping traditional oxfords and khaki’s into flippant all-over print takes on classic pieces before you all traded your Jordans and Street’d your Etiquette, let me just say this. It’s sad to see some of the once dominant streetwear lines reduced to pale imitations of basics you’d be far better off buying at the Gap.

There’s a reason we were all attracted to these brands back in high school and college, and it’s not because they could find an innocuous way to sew their logo along the waist line of a half assed, cheaply produced chino pant. Streetwear was glorious when it still knew that it was streetwear.

Applause for one of the best to have ever done it.

Nike Kimono


HEY HEY San Diego! Are you sad you can’t wear your flip flops and shitty abercrombie clothes cause of the gloomy weather we’re having this week? UP your style with this Nike Jacket. Nike ACG Global Design Director Stewart Horner designed this jacket from inspiration on a trip to Tokyo. The print featured on the jacket was made from a 150 year old hand cut paper stencil, printed on a technical interpretation of a traditional kimono fabric with a 20,000mm waterproof breathable 3-layer Nike Storm Fit laminate. DOPE!

HUGH.

God damn look at that garment. You know the one I’m talking about. The majestic and wonderfully buoyant looking fur puffball that somehow encircles the massive corpus of one Rick Ross as he stands in a wind tunnel/Maybach storage space. That coat sums up Rich Forever perhaps better than any song or video. I want that fucking coat!
 Surrounding the coat is a delightful new video for Rich Forever standout “MMG Untouchable.” Following up last week’s amazing and goofy “Yella Diamonds” video, we sure have gotten an eyeful of Richard’s heaving bosom recently. Though this time he is, more or less inexplicably, accompanied by Timbaland, who makes that dumb Timbaland face like he does. Is this a sign that they’re working on music? Please?

Is that a gun in your pocket? or are you just happy to see me…

Man oh man! If I could shake the hands of all you bastards I surely would. You’ve asked, questioned, demanded and if I could rack up seventeen pennies for each time I’ve been harassed about what the deal with me blogging again for Strawberry Scented Burnout, I wouldn’t be a rich man, but I’d probably have enough for a decent sized burrito…ANYWAY

 

If you’re like me, you probably wish they made pants that accommodate your bulky wallets, phones, keys, and everyday essentials without looking like early 2000 Gap brand cargo pants/capri shorts…Yeah carrying all that stuff in your pockets could get pretty anoying but guys that carry heat(guns) have a different problem. If you’re a gun owners that live in the states and worry about carrying your heaters in public. The Woolrich Elite Concealed Carry Chino offers the discreation you’re looking for.

These pants come in Black and Khaki and were were designed to look like a normal pair of chinos, but they offer an extra feature for your gun. The pants are constructed with a hidden chamber wich is accessible through an invisible zipper. It also has 2 spots for you to hold your knifes…just in case you carry those too, you psycho.

IT’S OVER NINE THOUSAAAANDD!!!

CHA-LA HEAD CHA-LA!! oh hey…sorry about that. So I noticed that my cousin and friends have all decided to plaster their wall with  Dragon Ball videos and i’ve been watching them ALL while I should be doing something that at least resembled work done. Now I would love to sit here and make a lazy ass post about my favorite DBZ episodes but, I doubt any of you would sit here for hours waiting for Goku to get enough spirit from people and living organisms for the Genki Dama. btw, you’re welcome…

Do any of you wish they remade DBZ? and instead of orange and blue outfits they were dressed like total HYPEBEASTS? no? really? guess that’s just me…Check out ‘Human Aliens‘ designs. Here Goten, Trunks, and Gotenks are sporting brands like Bape, Jordan, Adidas, Polo, and Original Fake…Check those Yeezy’s on Trunk’s feet. dope

 
Speaking of wishing. Check this kid out…

I like this kid but a part of me feels bad, because I sort of see a past version of myself in this kid: the escapist, I have no friends, the internet is the only place that accepts me parts. But on the other hand: bahahahaha. What a nimrod! I like Dragon Ball Z too, even though Mr. Popo made me pretty uncomfortable, but I’m pretty sure I never ripped my shirt off my emaciated sad sack torso and screamed bloody murder trying to go super saiyan in my bedroom.

 There is a high probability that this is not real, but I’m just going to disregard that and continue to know that, no matter what, this dude’s day was probably way worse than mine. With 90,000 views and counting, this dude “The Secreted” himself into fame alright, but it wasn’t for saving the world from Vegeta. It was for looking like a dingus. Thanks internet.

Cavalier Essentials

Are you rugged and or handsome and want  need some leather made accesories? well take a look at CAVALIER ESSENTIALS  each product is manufactured by hand with great care to ensure quality, durability, and most importantly style.


“Cavalier Essentials is a line of vintage products designed for the rugged, yet sophisticated gentleman. Cavalier was always briefly explained as–“If Steve McQueen carried a beat-up leather duffle bag on the back of his motorcycle; what would be in it and how would the products look?” This simple idea married an appreciation for lifestyle design and vintage accessories. All of the products possess a hand-made quality while responding to the modern influences of today’s culture.”

Beasts and Hype

Ahh ye olde Nike swoosh. It seems that at everyone I run into these days these days either still is, used to be, or is in the process of ending their “sneaker-head” phase. The vast majority of you need no definition for that phrase, you know exactly what it means to know the release date of every upcoming Dunk, to refresh Nike Talk hourly to see Nike or Bapes newest offering, or to stand freezing cold in front of your local sneaker store (blends) or FootLocker alongside a few other dedicated individuals to grab your size 10.5 Air Jordan before the mobs enter the store hours later. Sneaker collecting and obsessing, what exactly happened to this massive and inescapable trend? Well, let’s figure it out.
I, like some of you, was a certified beast and follower of the trend during its prime. I started slowly mostly around Air Force Ones and quickly skipped from there over to the Vintage Nike and Dunk side of things. I was a frequent poster on at least three separate sneaker forums at a time and slowly began to craft the “internet persona” that has largely and eventually evolved into the situations I now find myself in. I have never had a true job in my life. I have never had the experience of a boss, or daily hours, so I took all sorts of other routes to satisfy my sneaker urge. Sold some Video Games, Sold Candy, Got a job at Hollister of all places, it was all undergone in an attempt to amass the most rubber soled pieces of goodness I could get my hands on. I was fully enraptured in the worlds of swooshes, three stripes, Vans, and Pumps and suddenly it all came to a halting stop.At some point along the line I completely lost the fire. Sneakers could not hold my interest and before long I was no longer frequenting any of the old sneaker haunts. Release dates, new Jordan drops, I was completely ignorant, it was right around this time that I began to focus on clothing. To some extent, it was surely the clothing that pulled my attention away. At that point I was focused on purchasing 80 dollar Bathing Ape t-shirts instead of 200 limited edition Nikes. At the same time though, something a little deeper was taking place and I feel like I began to make a realization about the obsession I had invested so much time into.

I feel that sneaker culture has been more or less ruthlessly exploited by corporations and big names that have abused what was once an original movement. As with many subcultures, once a corporate CEO realizes that they can manipulate and twist what was once an original institution in order to generate extra funds the life is slowly but surely sucked out of the practice, in this case sneakers. When Nike, Reebok, and Adidas began to realize the following they have developed and focus on making releases specifically for the “sneaker-head” audience, the essential cool that once set the genre apart began to crumble.

When it began to feel like I was being sold sneakers rather than hunting to find a rare pair merely issued by a big name, it immediately lost the appeal it once had. I got into sneaker collection aspect of the culture not only because I always had a massive love for the design and aesthetic, but because it was something underground, something not everyone did. I could spot another sneaker head a mile off and I would know he recognized my inclusion in the same subculture but no words were needed. Every was a participant in a long practiced trade of collection and appreciation without the direction of corporate overhead. Once the big names realized how they could expand their profit margin, the genre went to hell and back again. Poor releases that were somehow supposed to appeal to the sneaker collector’s whim, and in general a lack of realization that they’re not being involved was essential to the appeal of their shoes.


Don’t get me wrong, I am still an ardent lover of a vintage Nike or Jordan silhouette. I still will purchase a great pair of shoes when the opportunity arises. But you will never find me organizing them by box, or cleaning them with a toothbrush these days. Not this year, and not for the past years have I devoted any major amount of time into acquiring a specific pair. I still have love for those who collect and obsess but I really cannot partake in the madness any longer. With that being said, if anyone ever see’s a pair of OG Bred Jordan 1’s size 10.5 on eBay…all notions aside I will revert to every puddle hopping, tooth brush cleaning, blog obsessing sneakerhead tendency I just condemned in order to purchase them.

Here Comes a New Challanger!


GUESS WHO SUCKAS! Here’s the polyvore for myself. featuring relaxed black skinny jeans. Tailored jean jacket and fitted HEATHER GRAY hoodie should be worn like the combo pictured below. This gettup also features zebra striped supreme edition Vans authentics and supreme backpack and Gray beanie (no logo) which should be worn like the rapper T.I, but less stupid.

-justin