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Remember Dead Shoe Scrolls? Back in summer 2000, Mr Mike Chetcuti’s graduate project catfished footwear connoisseurs by posing as an online store that had access to a mysterious warehouse of deadstock adidas and uploaded scans of old catalogues (which, at the time, were particularly elusive). It preempted/influenced Crooked Tongues and made Mikey loads of enemies who registered interest and then got no more communication after getting excited about obtaining some Di Castella Rotterdams. It looks crude now, but back before anyone cared for SEO, sticking some links into a collage of scanned images seemed impressive. In the 13 years that have passed, everything seems to have devolved to the point where the connoisseurship that Mr. Chetcuti tapped into seems appealing all over again.

Things pertaining to sports footwear that aren’t the actual shoes are often shit. If graffiti is involved, the outcome is bound to be terrible and when streetwear is brought into it, it’s usually even worse. I’ll give the shoe boom another 15 months before it begins to deflate. Most things are targeted at a demographic who like five silhouettes and think that anything else is crap. Remember when seeing someone in Footscapes indicated that they might be a likemind? Clock someone in retro IVs in 2013 and there’s a fair chance that they’re the guy who was wearing TOMS 15 months ago. But this isn’t a world for the jaded thirtysomething – it’s for kids and they seem to be enjoying themselves, so who am I to piss on the picnic? The hardest thing to nail is the exhibition. Shoezeum-style themed displays? No thank you. A hip-hop soundtrack? Too obvious. The same selection everywhere you look? What’s the point. Competitions that reward the bloke who spent the most on a pair of shoes are too distracting too. If your brand sponsors an event that’s 90% Nike, that’s a baffling waste of a marketing spend. Salutes to my friend Mr. Gary Aspden and the team that put together the Spezial exhibition in London – nothing but 3-stripes on display and a soundtrack comprised of instrumental Eno, Bowie and Boards of Canada. They didn’t even label a single pair and it’s all the better for it. Spezial is a nice catalyst for folks to do their homework. All brands should focus at least some money on this kind of passion-project rather than dwindling it on local celebrities.

Having seen Gary and co putting this together at high-speed since they talked about it in early May (complete with a 100 page hardback book and resurrection of www.deadshoescrolls.com), they’ve raised the bar nicely. Go visit Spezial before Saturday or hunt down the copy of the book, which is riddled with anecdotes from the characters who make up footwear hoarding’s past (including a few CTers) as well as pretty pictures.


Some brands seem happy without catering to the nostalgia factory – Benetton keeps on going, even though I’ve never known anybody to buy anything from there for over a decade. The Wu seemed to be on a crew crusade to namecheck it back into popularity, but those rugby shirts and sweats definitely had some moments where they were out there on both sides of the Atlantic (as well as their Euro popularity), uniting hip-hop disciples and terrace types in their admiration. The salmon pink and navy rugby was particularly powerful, and Too Much Posse’s Benney tee is a great tribute to the brand’s heyday, complete with the primary colours that remind me of the holiday-bought rainbow fade bootlegs and the stitch logo tee fakes that definitely had a moment on my school playground. This shirt is way, way better than the homages to Hermès that are out there right now.


On the bootleg front, nobody gives Mark White from ABC full respect for his Chanel guitar in the When Smokey Sings video. The whole promo is amazing, but the double Cs on that instrument make it. This is a slick piece of 1980s excess that deserves more recognition.



“I’m in the ’88 Candidates, paisley’d out, in them Coca-Cola rugbys, two bitches, with a front in my mouth” Ghostface Killah, ‘Wicked With Lead’

Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of Heavy D’s untimely passing, so, given his early association with Coca-Cola clothing, it felt right to look at the origins of that brief craze for sugary liquids repped on rugby shirts as a tribute to the big man. Salutes to Simone for reminding me of the Coca-Cola vest sighting in ‘Paris is Burning’ too. With the Brazilian Coca-Cola Clothing company pushing some high-end catwalk looks that are a long way from the brand’s 1980s clothing output, they’re still pushing their brand from beverage to wardrobe item, striving to be more than a promo item sent in exchange for a fistful of pull tabs, but there’s only one moment in time when Coca-Cola apparel felt right, and given that the original recipe contained coca leaf, they’re not the only clothing brand to have been founded on yayo money either.

Coca-Cola gear, alongside Benetton (seriously, why hasn’t that brand capitalised on its rugby shirts and glasses and their role in street style?), is a curious moment in style that’s not explored enough. There’d been plenty of Coca-Cola merchandise; promo tees, hats and plenty motor, but nothing that you wouldn’t pass onto an elderly relative or only wear wash the car in. In the early 1970s, they made some even more curious sartorial decisions like afro wigs (with a styrofoam head form and vinyl case) for $8 with proof of purchase and $2.98 beach pants (which are actually kind of excellent). None of it was a particularly serious proposition.

In 1985, Mohan Murijani’s Murijani Corporation (responsible for the Gloria Vanderbilt denim line) unleashed the fruits of their licensing deal with Coca-Cola — a full collection of clothing that made no secret of the brand affiliation, screaming it across apparel and bearing the familiar colours. The head designer was one Tommy Hilfiger — the Murijani corporation was a backer of the new Tommy Hilfiger signature line after Tommy’s tenure at Jordache, and it launched around the same time as Coca-Cola apparel did. In the early 1990s, bold rugby shirts bearing Tommy’s name rather than a soft drink would become a hip-hop staple.

There was no soft (drink) launch here — Coca-Cola arrived as a fashion line with shirts, jeans and plenty more, but the hats, rugbys and sweatshirts seemed to sell the most units. “Coming soon to a body near you” “It’s popping yellow” and “It’s bubbling blue” were the teaser taglines on Peter Max illustrated ads (Max was a frequent Coca-Cola collaborator, but he also worked on a famous 7 Up campaign — a drink owned by arch rivals PepsiCo outside the U.S.) and to buy the clothes at the Fizzazz Columbus and 73rd Coca-Cola Clothes shop buyers chose their clothes on a monitor from “videodiscs” then had their clothes delivered by conveyor belt.

If the description of the flagship Fizazz store setup isn’t the most ’80s thing you’ve ever heard, you obviously never caught the launch promo for Coca-Cola Clothes — a music video for a singer called Barbara Hyde, who disappeared as quickly as she arrived, called ‘Creatures of Habit,’ which acted as an ad for the brand. It was recently taken down from YouTube, but it’s directed by the man behind Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram’s ‘Somewhere Out There’ (shouts to Fievel the mouse) and is the most 1985 thing you can possibly imagine.

Despite plans for over 50 Fizzazz stores globally, that rollout never happened, but a Tokyo store opened in late 1987, with smaller sized gear for the Japanese market. A Fizzazz opened on London’s Oxford Street too. Strong sales were reported and in 1986, Apple attempted a similar line (complete with Patagonia and North Face collaborations) that bellyflopped. By the end of the 1980s, after craze status for several years, Coca-Cola Clothes went flat.

The Coca-Cola Clothing venture should have been a laughing-stock — a relic of an excessive time, but that visual excess and pop cultural blend (are we allowed to use Warholian, or has that term been revoked due to lazy use in every A$AP Rocky broadsheet feature ever?) was undisputedly hip-hop, worn in the ‘Mr Big Shot’ video by perennial early adopter Heavy D and his crew and operating in tandem with the explosion of Polo at street level — the Puba-esque uniform of a block coloured rugby and blue denim spent several years as a rap video staple. Coke on the streets and Coke on cotton too. The brand also gave Tommy his break too. It’s a story of enterprising branding and a new approach to retail (shades of Apple Store to the experiential aspect) — that late 1990’s relaunch as Coca-Cola Ware doesn’t count.

Here’s to athletic-themed apparel based on a soft drink with vegetable extracts.

NB: As a sidenote, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, given the brand rivalry, but Pepsi attempted to launch a Pepsi clothing line in 1987 that wasn’t nearly as good as Coca-Cola’s apparel output.