The city wound up wallowing in winter skeet. It was a great feeling. Style became an independent mode of survival:
broad daylight, folks hit slopes of skeet on Chestnut st.
and classic…Saw this wallow beast of a babe out my eye corner:
3 blocks of that listening to this was the life.
viva la iphone with crazy cracked fronts
Sorry the look has been distant, but creatively, mentally, allegorically; times are cool but crazy. And I regress, so I’ve been selfish and gone lately….Working on the future of Fifth + Prospect and swoon moves like hyuk.
Ah, and the last post by Carlos - I wasn’t sure if he was for serious, or still pissed at me for passing come-hither ogles to his date the other night. Either way, that post was chopped, tweaked, and re-birthed to something bearable…As we grow our brand, we look to be upfront with our fails. None of that I’m the shit 100%
Simple and plain, I personally feel it. But here’s a surprise as big as the loudest “fuck”. The man Kanye West recently wrote this rebuttal to the haters-PETA, bloggers, you, me…and after tossing out loads of devolving race doo doo, left were some damn hood good points: When it’s all said and done, remember the fearless, remember the dreamers, remember those who represent the ghetto…the fairy tale of nothing to something. I’m briefly saddened by negative comments, but i have to remember those people are scared, incapable or just plain idiots. We are the f***ing rock stars baby. No cocaine, just life my ni***s!! No cocaine, just life! It’s funny to me when fashion bloggers down our oufits and then super jock outlandish shit on the runway but then they dress mad prude and don’t live fashion. We live it man. F*** that, we live it!!! We live it so hard people live through us! We represent your inner spirit!! The child in us all, the brutal honesty, the naivety, the brave warrior, the adrenaline that allows a mother to lift a car if her child was trapped under it! Remember, there was a time when everybody dissed Michael Jackson every chance they could. Imagine the pressure of being a true icon. Very few human beings are strong enough to take constant hate!!! If we don’t do what you feel is the shit, you beat us up verbally and mentally, like a catholic school teacher beating a creative student into submission. I can hear you screaming ‘color inside the lines!!!’ Well f*** your coloring book, color by numbers approach to life.
Ok ninja. So in my first crazed act of freedom…rap’s cool, but the style currently? Should take notes from Michael Alig’s kids and Limelight’s bug outs from the 90’s:
notes: kanye seen over on william yan(much respect but google)….yoon, paola, ray tyson peace and love hippies for the help & words….and serious, i just got back to philly and have been shocked in the shell since ironically breaking my jaw cruising - so naturally i’ve moved only 60 percent. Look forward.
Sin direccion nunca podre ver el final.
Porque el espacio se llena de verdad en los peores momentos.
Las mentiras viven en el cilencio.
Numeros guian tu mente a otro estado.
Mi corazon es un laverinto al cual tu no puedes entrar sin la verdad.
Nunca podras verme si necesitas una escusa para hacerlo.
Everything u need, anything u want it’s in these words.
I’ll get to the lines and fashion of 5th + Prospect eventually, but right now it’s just a style thing for you to read between. Besides, it’s the walks to nowhere, and the little things that keep the wheels spinning. All the nuts and bolts in this city…
Recently was blessed with this gem of a cd after running into Jafar downtown - talk about some space talk. The convo, really was no different than the soap box shouts at places like the 5 Spot, back when. But simply characterizing his trumpet tunes as neo soul or mere prison poetry backed by deathly-serious jazz cats, would indubitably get me fucked up by someone sensitive. So I’ll keep it true….Jafar Barron is mad decent. And though there’s plenty of downtown, high school rumors rendering him homeless, legend has it, that he was the trumpet player on Jill Scott’s first album. Not it:
note///if you want a copy of Jafar’s CD, email info@5thandprospect.com and I’ll see what I can do…also if you’re ever in Philly, go here(don’t get stupid off specials and take more than the iphone, it’s classic):
Not cool: Jay Reatard, Teddy Pendergrass, and even Mika Miko kinda, all recently left us to move on to better things. At least one would like to believe, that instant notoriety brought about by death is a better way to go…unless Hollywood gets their greedy, sausage fingers on the story obviously. And true that: Jay Reatard rocked better with The Reatards, Teddy Bear’s gaffe with the TS was weirdo, and my obsession with Mika Miko might derive from bad taste. But we’re all people man, and I’m really over people acting like they never once peed on themselves. So much respect:
felt pressure to plug this too:
and please note…the girls of the PROLIFIC band Mika Miko are alive and I’m sure semi-healthy, but recently played their final show at the Smell(LA)…words can’t accurately describe how bitter i feel about this one (plotting your demise yoon yoon for making me miss their show in Bmore that 1 time).
in case you thought about it…this post started off with work from Mike Monteiro.
(photo: ixfd64)
“Outlaw” was a great human. Like some homeless people that I’ve looked in the eye, he had a heart of gold and never appeared zooted off cheap coco. It’s possible though, he was extra affable to me because I pre-payed his $1 + change underage tax per bottle…but all in all, Outlaw is still better than society’s waste that get hard by shitting on poors. Bless the homeless anyways. They keep city things flavorful. Just check this on-the-fly vid by skaters at City Hall here in Philly.(pop, lock & drop)
So that one, probably doesn’t make the best supporter for the following, but idk, it still keeps things in perspective.
Thanks to the queen Kelicia from the TKP gallery for sending this over. If you’re trying to get all Steve Powers like-for the homeless in your city, contact Daniel.pose2fx at gmail dot com. Ah, love Seth Kaufman(and google the flick A Day in the Death of Donny B):
