Stop Smiling

Stop Smiling Magazine. One of the today’s best written mags on news stands. I know people don’t read anymore but, really, I hope these guys get a larger readership. I haven’t found anybody who knows about the mag but I’m optimistic. Check them out. Buy a subscription. The interview issues are the shit. I mean, RZA, J Dilla, ?uestlove and Kurt Vonnegut dug them enough to give interviews so maybe you’d dig them enough to pick up a subscription. Who knows, right?

Dig it.

Krink

Krink=10 Ninjas

I write. Again, I know. I’m way too old to be making a general mess of all things public. I have, in turn, taken it upon myself to become a second class degenerate instead of the usual first class one. I now admire, respect and revolve around the illegal art world instead of participating in it. This has made me a half of a Nazi phony which I only can explain away by saying I’m married and I don’t want to bring down the pain on my loving wife for the bullshit I perpetrate. Whatever, though. I’ve become a paint connoisseur and I can say that Krink is doing everything 10 Ninjas.

Christmas Part II

We ended our first road trip in lackluster style. A greeting party at the house consisting of my uncle, his wife and his son, my sister and my step mother awaited us as we pulled into the drive. I can say now that I was nervous. Not nervous in a “the Nazis are coming” kind of way but a “Jesus, I think I might shit my pants in public again” kind of way. I have found that it is the fear of public self shitting that supersedes most of my other fears about self preservation. This fear is monumental when trying to get into my mind. I suggest you keep that close at hand.

We ate at Maggiano’s. I don’t like Maggiano’s. I despise the faux classic motif it tries to carry and find its general back alley Godfather-era build out demeaning. I won’t delve too far into it as I’m sure you don’t care enough to know. If you do, just ask. I hate being around my family. I hate it even more that I’m forced to converse too much with total strangers that have been estranged from my daily life for large amounts of time in such a congenial manner. It in-senses me.

I will continue this. God wills it. For now, formulate some twisted scenario involving the individuals in the following photos. Make of it what you will. I will tell you nothing.

A Christmas Vacation Pt. I

..done in the key of “Means.”

It started out well enough. We had plans to leave around 10am which, granted, was a stretch considering neither my wife nor I happen to be morning people. We had to let in the cleaning lady and her friend for our yearly condo gutting which, by the way, went well, thanks. She had just started on the kitchen when we left and from the look on her and her friend’s faces it wasn’t looking like they were pleased with the $200 I shelled out and would be looking for more when I returned. No matter, we left anyway. On the way out we gassed up on petrol and coffee. I had a few donuts and we headed out on our way south towards the endless desert.

We made it all five hours at a dead run straight south on 93, 40, 60, 78 and the 101. We stopped somewhere in bars…wait, wrong writter and wrong written work. We stopped sometime in Wickenburg and had a bite amongst the locals who I am safe in saying were as afraid of us as we were of them. I have learned in my travels that it best to breed a healthy scare factor about yourself when venturing into desert redneck dwellings. It sets up a strange sort of predator-prey dynamic at the offset of any encounter which hopefully, with any luck, holds up long enough for you to weasel your way out of unpleasantness with the nazi yokels.

Our Toyota Highlander was a modern day wagon train as we hammered head on into the barren wastes separating Vegas from Scottsdale, making record time which I’m pretty sure matched some world record in some third world country for just such a journey. We hit the Hoover Dam somewhere in between here and there and I have to say that I’m amazed at what a focused and driven human being can do with the right set of eyes. The new bridge is a masterpiece done to exacting standards set down by no less than God herself. I makes you proud to be an American and know that your countrymen can do with concrete what most men would see as impossible.

I will have more to come but for now, please, I beg of you to enjoy the first set of pictures.

DV One Site Launch

DV One Site Launch Banner

A good friend of mine was in town recently and had mentioned that he was launching his website soon. He’s a world famous-and I mean that title- DJ who’s done work with some of today’s biggest top 40 Hip-Hop stars and underground hustlers alike. He is paid insane amounts of money just to spin records and with a loot getting endeavor like that you can’t help but give the man respect. I’ve known DV since we started CBF together two years ago and through him I’ve had the luxury of meeting some foreknown designers and artists in NYC. Ask me about the Supreme story or the night we walked in on a Frank151 video shoot with a box of CD’s and a bottle of booze. Before you do anything of those things-which you probably won’t do anyway-check out his website.

A Work of Lethal Art

Sig556 ER

I had the opportunity to fire this amazing weapon a few weeks ago and I have to say that I’m on the save-up for one of my own. As far as I’m concerned it’s a must have for any weapon connoisseurs. The 5.56 round isn’t the best I’ve ever had the honor of firing down range but seeing as how it’s the go-to here in the States it’s readily available and not a pain in the ass to get so the weapon is both function and practicality. If you ever go over to Citadel Gun & Safe or American Shooters see if they have a Sig556 ER for rent to use on the range. It’s a great weapon and the tac light is killer. No pun intended.

Supermarket Online

A great fashion retailer opens up shop in Europe.

I almost fell out of my chair a while ago when I saw that Supermarket had an online component and immediately felt obligated to help spread the world about it. I had the privilege to visit the Supermarket online site out of random boredom and I was impressed by the varying choice of different fashion avenues such a seemingly random store had to offer. I mean, they shout out Fiberops while selling tried and true classic design like vintage Levis. I did see some Head Porter stuff on their site which enamors me even more to their company. If you get a minute check it out I’d suggest you do so. Supermarket is dope and it would be dope to see people pushing for them to open shop closer to home here in the States.

Busy Busy Day

start of my day

snow and shit

Means is not a jolly fucker

Bellagio Alien Shit

He’s a jolly fucker

The Woman and her friend

The Woman’s friends who were in town for gambling and sex.

A fucking animal made out of nuts.

Drink with Tom and Stas from Laced at Little Macau

Nico is a cuteboi. Faggle.

Tim is a funny little man.

Means in 50 years.

So, I’m not going to bore you with some shameless plugs or a nonsensical shout out to a design firm I’m having kittens over in this post. I will, however, share some photos I took throughout the day today. The snows yesterday were nuts and kind of prompted me to get the camera out and document today for some reason. Well, whatever the reason doesn’t matter. I did take them so here you go. Share my weird fucking day we me.

Design Done Right

Space Saver WiFi Goodness

I’m such a fan of space-conscious design. These don’t only provide eye candy within a space but also add useful function. When I saw Parrot speakers by Starck Zikmu I fell in love. I mean, some stuff that comes out for the space conscious is rather dull and although tending to be “cool” and “unique” rarely provides true value for the money. I feel that if I’m lucky enough to ever own a pair of speakers like these that I truly will get plenty of use out the “unique” and “cool” facets of the pair. Dig the iPod dock. I mean, that shit is just sick.

Source: SlashGear

Anthony Hamilton

If you didn’t get to catch his concert a while back then you should really feel upset about your loss because this dude is the real thing. If this cat’s voice doesn’t make you just want to stay home with your boyfriend or girlfriend than I just don’t know what will. Honestly, with the snow on the ground-and on the desert palm trees- just get comfortable with your significant other and push play on this YouTube video from the man. You’ll dig, I promise.