Okay, nobody reads my shit for what nice things I say about shit so I'm gunna please the masses by starting some shit here: if you're not rockabilly don't fucking try to be. That shit is not a fucking trend to be riden by fucking cockboys who're into whack shit. It's a fucking lifestyle in and of itself. Pay respects or whatever but get off of that tip right fucking quick if you're new to it. I know REAL FUCKING ROCKABILLY motherfuckers and half of the kids sporting pomps and greasing their shit aint legit. Stop faking the funk. My predictions: next seasons it's all about the greaser look in streetwear. Real heads who've been about it get mad respect but johny-go-fuckyou-cockboy-trendrider should be left in the dark. Respects to Johny Feaver, Numbers, Floorock, Stingrey, ffej, Ken(tom, but whatever), Sting's friends, Wave and the real cats who're about it for the long run.
I'm heading to NYC at the end of the month for a breather and today I found an insane amount of NYC-like product placement around the shop. It was, if not fucking scary, a bit disturbing. Check it. I also took random shots of the crew and some of the new shit we scooped from Ikea for the shop.
No new entries to the shitty list for this installment but be on the look for some RSC family shit I'm helping with in the near future that'll be jumping off around town. I can't get into the details so, ugh, don't ask.
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