The good folks at Ludwig are dropping these at their new online store starting V-day 2009 (only 50 made !)
Van x w)taps..sweet
Not a big fan of "clot"..not a big fan of af1 s.. but as a chinese...ya.. happy chinese new year ! (Silk layer on top with a "tearaway" concept to reveal the laser etched leather --nicely detailed--) & these are going stright to our sneaker stock market a.k.a ebay for some stupid amount..
old news: hideout store (European Boutique) x nike presto
a) Spend money on these so if the economy really goes down.. you have something nice to sleep on.. (made by tempur)b) Invest in stocks
c) Hide your money under your pillow and hope for the best..
(*there's no right/wrong answers)
adidas reissuing the superstar 80s, stan smith 1s & the campus 80s (not shown)
vespa (scooter company) x adidas (look for it at an adidas originals store near you)
Hiroshi Fujiwara's fragment design made a skateboard with t19.. .... Headsup to all those umm... (rich) skaters... and collectors / resellers out there...
*(pushead x fuct) from the mid-90s..
And speaking of Hiroshi.. a.k.a godfather of streetwear... One of my favorite artist/designer Erik Brunetti (founder of fuct) got something really interesting to say..
“Please-make-me-famous-really-quickly type art” By Emmelie Brunetti.
I don’t know what’s going on in L.A. tonight, but I am contemplating actual art from the comfort of my own home, without the blarring annoyance of a “DJ” (WHEN is this god forsaken trend of someone playing someone else’s music going to STOP? Really. It’s not funny anymore.) or smoke infested mess of a pseudo “art” crowd in bad shoes walking around pretending to admire and trying to understand “pseudo art” created with the sole purpose of attracting people like Steve Lazarides. I call it “please-make-me-famous-really-quickly type art”.
I still have a hard time digesting the fact that retired pro-skaters who are too fat, drunk or fucked up on crack to travel on tiny wheels attached to a wooden board anymore can recycle themselves into “artists” and actually make a living. It blows my mind. “Street art”, “spray paint art”, “aerosol art”, “Liquid Paper art”, “weird droopy character art”, graffiti in a gallery, Juxtapoze magazine, Shepard Fairey on the cover of ARTnews… It all makes me cringe. It’s not art. It’s “arts & crafts”, IKEA-quality decoration, really bad dooddling, cliche after cliche of vectorized clip art, a joke, a scam… But it’s definitely not art. Yet, some people seem to think it is and will spend their hard earned drug money on it. (Morons.) No serious art dealer could ever justify the insane prices that are presently paid for a “Banksy”.
Another scandalous issue to address would be Hiroshi Fujiwara’s bizarre attempt at trying to infiltrate his own “art” into a so-called “legitimate” exhibition (Hi & Lo, curated by Fujiwara, none the less!!!) featuring works from his own private art collection, including pieces by Warhol, thus finageling his way into “greatness” by “association”. And heeps of people showed up at his opening, and heeps of people congratulated him on such a “great endeavour”, and heeps of people blogged about it… It’s like the blind leading the blind.
Shepard Fairey is another one notorious for this type of strange behaviour. Fairey prides himself in being “buddies” with Steve Jones… I mean, do you HAVE to wear a Sex Pistols t-shirt everytime you DJ at one of your lame openings? And now, I bet that Obama is your “BFF”? (Sorry, Paris, it was just TOO fitting.) “Greatness by Association”. Can someone please write a book? It’s funny how I never see anyone in “limited edition Nikes” and those stupid New Era hats at the MOCA, or at the LACMA, or at the Getty, or at the Geffen, or at OCMA… (I could go on, but I think you get the idea.) These colorful characters always do magically show up at “artshows” in “shops” though, or at dimly lit venues that serve FREE booze. They never really buy anything, they just kind of “hang” and take a million billion pictures for their “blogs”, and their “myspace” and their “facebook”… The world doesn’t need another god damn Corey Kennedy. (Kids and the internet, these days.)
So, in the meantime, I will be busy editing a 426 page hardcover coffee table vanity book ABOUT ME, and how great I am. It will be as irrelevant as it will be overpriced and completely useless. Many trees will die to accomplish this gruesome task. But you WILL buy it, and you WILL love it. (Look for it SOON at Urban Outfitters, the Virgin Megastore and Amazon.com) Spread the Love, as always.
