Getcha hate on

November 26, 2007 at 9:15 pm | In beef, cool thing | 3 Comments
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You know you’ve made it when Ecko’s hating on your shit… satchelofgravel is that new new for all of us fashion fiends, aspiring whatevas, and nothin-doin straight up haters who just can’t understand the hype. There’s currently a post about Vancouver’s very own Finale, whose designs have caught my eye, being a downtown cat, and not before i realized one of their designers was on my msn list, and a drunken acquaintance, i put my 2 cents in while sippin on that prune juice *pulls collar*. Anyhoo, i enjoy the blog, there’s a lot of speculation as to who’s running it (Ecko affiliates?) and i think anything that gets people talking is a creative winner. And i’m speaking on both the blog, and the products it’s mocking. To each his own, right? Me and Matt are still friends. Or maybe there’s a streetwear argument-fueled bar brawl in our future, either or.

And FYI, believe it or not, i did not make this little notice here. It came up when i googled images for “Hater”. Couldn’t have done it better myself though.

What Would Jeezy Do?

November 25, 2007 at 1:06 am | In from le heart, this is so gangsta | 1 Comment
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Today was one of those “got-out-of-bed-only-for-Bon’s” days, but in the aftermath of a really crap coke and art fag party, i found i could rise above the hating- no wait, is laughing at the mediocrity of a large group of people and their success in spite of talent and attributed to mass drug use considered hating?- ah, nevertheless, with a $2.95 greasefest in my belly, i found myself in good spirits, regardless of the fact this city is drowning in dire straits. Sometimes it’s important to take that day to bundle up, take a walk, drink some tea and just let shit go. At least until Monday when the world too must stir from its dirtnap to detonate around us like a transport van full of money summoned by one Weezy Fucking Baby. Pause.

P.S. WE STILL THE BEST!

I gotta say, i love how it started off as a super-covert trafficking operation, then all of a sudden Khaled rolls down the window and starts yelling at everybody and they’re all, “fuck it, i guess we might as well roll out in the airboats, Baby, you jump out the heli… oh yeah and are we all down for explosions behind our slow motion walk back home?”

Lee Matasi

November 18, 2007 at 6:47 pm | In from le heart | Leave a Comment
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To begin describing what my friend Lee meant to me, i will tell you about myself for a few reasons. Maybe because i don’t know how to start this post, perhaps to clear the atmosphere in my head, but more importantly to explain the impact human beings can have on one another.Upon starting any project, i notice i tend to be a perfectionist. In writing, i’ve been painstakingly editing everything i say, knowing it’s being judged by others, have taken criticism horribly, and take solace in the fact that i’m still my own worst critic. However lately my mind has changed shape. And it was a conscious decision. Today i recognize writing as my art, and i won’t let it be formed by fear. And whether we realize it or not, i think fearlessness is one of the lessons Lee has left for us. I realize now how important is it to take moments to stop and breathe, to reflect on the big picture, because you might be surprised what morals you’ve inherited from the world around you. I did not know Lee well, but had discovered mutual friends and had begun to see him more often during the year of his passing. And if you had the pleasure of meeting him, you would know i only had to spend a few moments with him before getting a good dose of his infectious personality. Lee was an individual with so much heart, so much light inside him, from the way he spoke i could tell he was a person that wanted to be happy, so he was, and wanted to enjoy life, so he did. I believe that fate exists, and when tragedies occur, the question of Why can be such a burden, but there is no reason or force in this world that should have had taken Lee’s life from him.

So now we can honor Lee Matasi’s memory, celebrate his life and what he’s left us, and live with his spirit. I want to live as carefree and fearless as Lee, so it’s important that we join as a community to spread positive messages, communicate, learn from each other and ensure that violence never takes one of ours again.

There is a Hot Chocolate Jam at Leeside today starting at 6pm. Let’s support each other, and most importantly the Matasi family during this difficult season. The trial of Lee’s accused murderer, Dennis White, starts tomorrow at 10am at the Law Courts.

Oh, and another thing…

November 14, 2007 at 3:58 pm | In beef, now DANCE | 1 Comment
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See me in the club, it’s goin down…(those moves) 

Chanel Iman’s street cred: Compton killa or Culver City socialite?

November 14, 2007 at 3:38 pm | In PYT's | 2 Comments
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As far as stereotypes, i’d be more likely to assume a supermodel as daughter of a foreign diplomat than growing up in any American city. So by choosing Chanel Iman as an example of someone for po’ folk to look up to seemed like an apt choice, since i heard she grew up in or around Compton. At no point did i declare her the official “it girl” to rep black females growing up in the projects. She’s simply one of the most popular models right now, and if you can think of another example of a po’ girl turned international fashion plate a la mode (perhaps some trailer trash, if we wanna make an example of whitey?) i’d love to hear another success story…

Now, i know how most blogs that write about celebrities are consistently backed by thorough research and meticulous fact-checking…ahem… But i’ve got to admit, i jumped the gun on Chanel’s story. According to Wikipedia, she’s from some spot called Culver City, which is in the Compton area, and i can’t speak on, knowing zero about the place. My assumption of course was based on word-of-mouth, via the media, which undoubtedly embellished miss Iman’s back story to capture the hearts and minds of XXL readers (such as me, see?) thus widening her mass appeal from haut monde to hood star and increasing her value as a model. So, whatever her story may be, Chanel Iman (or her publicist) has definitely made it in my books as a dope entrepreneur. Not to say she’s ever slanged crack.

Chanel Iman for Team C.R.E.A.M prez!

Don Imus of team c.r.e.a.m

November 14, 2007 at 10:20 am | In beef, from le heart | Leave a Comment
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So. As much as i wanted this blog for bigging up me and my crew, I started this thing simply to get into the habit of writing more often. This includes airing out whatever may pass through the empty space between my ears, solely to keep the subjective sizzurp flowin…

And. Up until this point i didn’t take into perspective that people- let alone big, broad, sweeping, sloppy, loose liberals- would read this, and become *gasp* affected (or, how do you say, stimulated? teehee) by what *doublegasp* I of all people have to say, or slander.

But. That’s how we do. And that’s how i’m gonna do, cause i ain’t into politics, but judging from the company I keep, i’ve always come correct.

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ARGH…

November 13, 2007 at 4:35 pm | In beef | Leave a Comment
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So, i thought i was the shit for a minute cause i had my blog game on lock, but when i logged onto my macbook today to check it out, all i see is ewwwww… the images are not supposed to be all shittily placed, and moving them around has been so frustrating, especially with these fixed blog templates. So i might be looking for a new place to post, somewhere with a little more breathing room, theres no way i need 4 inches of sidebar for links (which is is a bullshit waste of space, why would i tell you to go check out some other site?)

Anyhow, it’s a process like everything i guess.  If you’re watchin this through a huge pc monitor, i’m still fly. Mac, we got beef.

Coco, what it is right now…

November 13, 2007 at 3:15 am | In PYT's | 8 Comments
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Soooo over of opening my favorite magazines to “fashion” spreads and features covering the latest “it” girl who was discovered snorting whatwhat at so-and-so’s who cares whatevawhatevas…do the editors really expect me to marvel and aspire to become an unpaid, overexposed 17-year-old, serial 30-year-old dater? I’m glad this wave of bullshit just missed me, but i’m afraid there’s no hope for the 90’s babies…i mean, have you read some of the letters NYLON has been getting (“Please tell me more about fashion-ultra, Cory Kennedy, she is my hero!”)???

Enter Coco Rocha, an actual supermodel with an actual income, and, on the real, actually from Vancouver. So if you’re gonna be stupid and look up to people, here’s somebody who does stuff.

coco at marc jacobs

And if you happen to be growing up in a project, even though i’m personally not feelin her (you can take the rat out the hood…), here’s another inspiring namesake of the late, great no.5 (or C dub as i call her[in my head, cause i'm cool in my head.]) WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE BRACKETS?! anyshit, straight outta Compton…Chanel Iman!!

P.S. Soooo rockin that purple do-rag Chanel’s wearin to the next freshest kids night…

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