Thursday, January 29, 2009

Lets get Nostalgic

I honestly don't know what it is that keeps me up til the wee hours of the morning. I honestly don't know why I even blog, as far as I'm concerned I only know three people that read this. It just so happens to be fun. I guess my lack for constantly updating comes with my inability to constantly keep a camera on me. Then having to edit those pictures and THEN having to upload them. I honestly have no clue how the Sartorialist does it. He's one of my idols.

But anyway, what I wanted to show you today were old ass pictures. The plural only means like three or four, but anyway, your boy had a jaw line. Even that shit bugs me out. Rockin' the aviator shades with the tuxedo shirt. I had to have only been 15 or 16. I have no idea. But I discovered Urban Outfitters and my access to ironic tees and slim fitting jeans opened wide.

There were moments where I thought I looked fly as hell. In retrospect I did, sometimes. When it came to formal attire I had pops dress me. I had no idea how suits were supposed to fit. I was still in the transition of "from baggy to fitted". But in all honesty. I always look fly in a black suit. Even if this shit looks a bit loose, I'm still crushin' it.

God and then there are some mishaps. I look back on old photos and am like "Alan, were you a fucking retard? Look at you". But still regardless of the denim shorts. I fucking brought Nike to my generation of Jersey City hipsters. I kicked down the door and punched the dude asking for 5 bucks with it. Thank god all these garments are gone. I think I might rock those dunks again though. Raise them from the dead and shit.


At like 16/17, came the slow birth of the hipster. My hair had fully grown up to it's best potential after having it at like a 0 the previous summer. I was looking good. Like way too good. I was rocking checkerboard slip on vans before they went overboard with them and I even rocked the Wayfares, even though they were the Bahmitzvah knockoffs, you still couldn't deny me. They were heavily inspired by the Blues Brothers and Tom Cruise's character in "Risky Business", not gonna lie. Oh and I had them on because I had a stye in my eye at the time.


I went also went through some stupid scene streetwear phase but you can check those pictures out on my facebook. God, Look how far I've come along. I feel proud, I really do. I can only keep going up from here.

I'm such a fucking thug, sometimes I amaze myself.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Hipster Before Hipster Existed

The 1980s indirectly birthed the dopest kits you see today. I'm not talking about the Fruit Loops, Tropical Skittles gear you see streatwear kids gracing the streets of Broadway and Lafette with; but dope gear that hipster broads appropriate from the Gossip Girl and the New Beverly Hills 90210. Fuck the original 90210 was a forefather of boho birds all around the globe.

Every hipster knows her, and every hipster loves her. She's bad news baby she's bad news. And if you just found out today like I did, you knew she was a child star. Running around the country with a young Fred Savage, young Jenny Lewis paraded hipster attire YEARS before she would do it again.

Young Jenny was sporting the extra ginger locks with the circle clear pink shades and the floral top with skinny jeans and hightops on. Crushin' bitches. You could probably remake this outfit, but more grown and varsity. Hell she is still doing it 13 years after the fact that she did it.


Oh how she grew up well.




Shawty rock to the beat fo ya boy, shaaaawty, dooooo it

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Forgotten Thugs

Alright, I am not going to lie. The only reason why I am blogging at this hour is because I'm stoned. I watched the "Kickboxer" twice today, and am just remember a few former gangsta niggas. And I wish they were still around.

First Thug Up- Sasha Mitchell. Remember his dumbass, boyish, older brother charm he had on Step By Step? What I all hope you remember is his career in continuing on the legacy of the "Kickboxer". Now he may not have been good as JCVD, but he had the will power to do three of these.


Tong Po. NIgga would EAT your shit and fuck your girl at the same time. He might not even LIKE your girl, but he'd still do it. He played the best mind games and broke all the rules. If he was in the MMA right now, he would been handin' dudes loses left a right. Like Randy. Fuck you. Brock. Fuck you too. Fedor who? Yeah, whatever. Fuck him.


This is how thug this guy is. His name is Dennis. Not just Dennis, but Dennis Alexio. That's like fucking you with a name. He's the baddest dude ever. He can be in a wheel chair and still fuck you up. He got the ill ass gerry curl and the mustache. He's like an 80s Muay Thai Tony Stark. He's a womanizer and the champ.


Now you're all wondering. Where is JCVD? Well, he's hustlin. Doin' work. He's not slackin' a a minute. So really he's not forgotten. A forever thug stayin' on his grind.

So this really has nothing to do with hipsters, but it does. The 1980's was the birth place of the hipster warbrobe. These martial arts movies stars stayed birthin' the ill hipster kits hipsters now rock today.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Come Up Wednesdays

Currently Playing: Rhymefest "Brand New"

You know the deal. Well, if you don't I'm about to school you. Come Up Wednesdays are Family Days at the Salvation Army, meaning 50% off. So what once was cheap is even cheaper. My brother and I hit up the spot and copped some dope gear. Looks for less. People should be standing in line at their Local Thrift Stores. Fuck Supreme.

On the real shit too there was this one mullet sporting family in their today. I wish I had a camera, but I could NOT be able to sneak a pic of those looney tunes.


Speaking of Lines. When my brother and I were walking around the citay, we walked by the the Ugg store. Good thing it was cold and a Wednesday other wise cats would be going craze.
You haven't waited in line for a drop date until you've waited at the Ugg Store. This picture is just to show the valet poles they got up just incase college girls and middleaged women came storming.

It's "Show Off Your New Digs" Time, baby! My brother and I were sippin' on Cristal with Asti Prices!

Harris Tweed Blazer- $6.50. The tag really says it all.
Three Piece Suit- $15.00 WHAT?

Ties a dollar each- $4.00

Wing Tip Loafers with the tassels- $4.00

My brother was a dress shirt away from copping an entire outfit for probably $25. So fuck your limited edition whatevers. The C. Brothers are still flier than you for under 50 bones.

Seriously though, you all need to start recycling clothes!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I have been incredibly slow

Since my brother returned to work on January 5th, I've had nothing to do, thus nothing to right about. 

Days have started at 5pm with just an adventure. Being broke and being near the best city in the world doesn't help either. Everyone has either returned to school or work, or have been hibernating, still recovering from their New Years Black Out.

I have been rummaging through the same Thrift store, hoping to find another diamond in the rough. (Note on Thrift Stores: Always hit them up in the AM and in areas where the rich live. You will ALWAYS come up). 

School starts up again next week, so hopefully I will be re-invigorated and be able to post again daily with more and more bullshit to leave you all entertained. 

Sunday, January 4, 2009

It's a New Year

And how I will kick off this new year is with some hating.
Do you remember when mohawks were a symbol of rebelliousness? For the "degenerates" and "punks" out there, sporting their sleeveless, studded, leather or denim patched up vests that they spent hours upon hours putting together? I don't but for some people, they do. 

Mohawks were high, colorful and powerful. Nowadays, unless you aren't wearing zippered plaid pants, 14 eyed Doc Martens or a Black Flag shirt, they are a symbol of douchebaggery. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the asshole in the earth-toned, Hollister across the chest t-shirt frat party-goer or the "cool" dude with the white collar, blue button-down shirt with the cufflinks on at the club. Well I have a message. Enough is Enough. 

You're not cool. In fact, you look like a jackass. Please stop it, and rock something according to your age. I can say this because I have dipped my stick into the bag of douche and sported a fauxhawk for some time. Styling your hair like that was cool, like 5 years ago, but we're embarking on the end of a decade, and if you plan of entering that decade in the next 362 days with the same hair style John and Jack are sporting, please refrain. It doesn't make you look cool. It doesn't make you look like a rock star. You are not Cristiano Ronaldo, nor will you ever be David Beckham. So just stop it. You aren't cultured, you are a tool.

For the black dudes who want to "party like a rock star", please don't do it either. Listen, it didn't help Diddy in the NYC marathon when he ran it, it makes Kanye West look like an idiot, and "partying" is all relative. Stop it too. 

If you don't know what I am talking about, here is a picture to show you. Clearly this man's t-shirt is just a projection of his own insecurities.