This is the part of blog that is materialistic.
Haven’t bought anything for myself in a long time. Actually Jeff bought these, but let’s pretend, okay?
Kozy N’ Dan (I have a piece of their art as one of my tattoos) have partnered with Puma to make some shoes and clothing. Most of the stuff is not available to the North American market, and the shoes are too big for me! I ordered this awesome windbreaker, men’s small, hopefully it fits. It has not yet arrived, but we also noticed there were shoes on sale…
I wish this was not only available in Europe!
[a puma attacking the goddess Nike... haha!]
mmmmmmaterialism.
I won’t bore you with all the Puma shit “I” just bought [till it arrives anyway] but how crazy are these shoes?
The description makes them at least 1.5x better.
A fantastic material and color update inspired by Mega Man, a video game first released by Capcom in 1987. Whether you’re familiar with the character or not, this synthetic leather material looks and feels like vinyl, giving the upper a shiny, retro-futuristic look. The addition of the nylon underlays, painted eyelets, & video game inspired pixelated emboss on the toe bumper complete this awesome look.
Also, this Mongolian Shoe BBQ thing is pretty insanely awesome. Once I am less broke I am most likely all over that shit.
‘witty caption’ t-shirts < nerdy ‘witty caption’ t-shirts
And now, for some mind-numbing via coveting material things I would like to purchase online.
KozyNDan – the shoe
How often does one of your favourite artists collaborate with Puma on a project? SO COOL.
These are actually a bit disappointing to be honest… they are super neat but if someone told me KOZYNDAN HAVE A SHOE I would have pictured something a little more offbeat! I guess my biased perspective perfers everything to be ‘cute’ and these are a little lacking in the cute department.
Source: KozynDan’s livejournal!
Scarlet Letter
Omg I SO want this stuff. If I wasn’t broke right now I would own all of this.
So great.
More Walden
I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be. Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be found sailing under false colors, and be inevitably cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind.
On the whole, I think that it cannot be maintained that dressing has in this or any country risen to the dignity of an art. At present men make shift to wear what they can get. Like shipwrecked sailors, they put on what they can find on the beach, and at a little distance, whether of space or time, laugh at each other’s masquerade.
Comparatively, tattooing is not the hideous custom which it is called. It is not barbarous merely because the printing is skin-deep and unalterable.
