Quite ill, Alexander McQueen killed himself today, possibly with a rope and chair. I totally feel sick to my stomach about it and had a 45 min. argument via IM - thrashing an opponent for questioning the level of his genius. He was insane. A ring leader of fashion, who created spectacles and worlds that surpassed even the anomalies of 4th meal dreams.

so up, close, and personal. A look from the inside out…freak out:

my favorite spot has holes in the wall.

that’s photographer Fats Sheriff. Obviously, he’s well renowned and well respected for his opinions on street styles. And although one of his latest opinions hinted to me being a hater(it was stupid internet static, nothing to start a revolution over) I think the whole world should be up on his #2 T-collection dropping in Japan this month. #1 with Futura was killer. (fats we have a home for your kind here stateside…ask Futura, he visited last year)

from laundry room to the streets (cornball moment.)

sounds right now? philly stuff like Odean Pope:

(master blaster)

fatsarazzi

kwanism