Hickorees brought this to my attention. Who knew that after a long day of chopping wood and other such beard and sawdust related activities, that workwear fans enjoyed a big fat blunt. I suppose it’s because they’re in touch with nature and all that stuff. All those days spent kicking trees in their Yuketens to make them look authentic or whatever has obviously taken its toll. Pot Shots is a photobook about marijuana (I always feel daft using that word, it makes me feel like I’m 40) dispensaries in LA. The photography, for want of a less cringey pun, is dope.
I like Arc’teryx. With the exception of what looks like a complete futile apostrophe in their name, they’re a cool brand. What’s more, they do cool PR stuff which doesn’t try too hard to sell you stuff. I like that because I have no problem being a huge consumer cog in a capitalist machine as long as I’m not treated like an oblivious cash cow. Sell it to me subliminally baby, seduce me or some shit, because really I don’t give two fucks about how your brand’s jacket performs if you’re not cool. I’m a brand snob, deal with it.
Maybe it’s a generational thing, but you older streetwear heads seem to absolutely love your Star Wars stuff. I’ve noticed several people who’s obsessive hoarding tendencies aren’t simply limited to rare trainers and collab tees. So, with that in mind, here’s me extending a generational olive branch from us young cats. Also, I’m posting this because it’s fucking cool. New York based photographer, Rä di Martino, has revisited the crumbling remains of Star Wars film sets in the salt-lake deserts of Tunisia after stumbling across the location on Google Earth.
It’s Friday. The sun is shining. New Wu has been released. Life is good, right? Since we were just on the subject of New York Hip Hop, I’m posting this. This weekend tune is brought to you by cold beers and fucks not being given. Fire it on at give it a listen. (I’ve not listened to it yet so it may be shit. Some things are often better left in the past *cough* Daft Punk *cough*)