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Yeah, Kirkland Sagnature have been discussed on here a lot but if you can’t be bothered with the brain drain of choice every AM, you can’t go wrong with a 6-pack of the white tees from Costco. In my eyes, for accessibility and replacement in bulk, this is the best white shirt on the market. You can hurl your suggestions at me (and my soft spot for the thick Pro Club and Hanes Beefy is still functioning, but they’re very different shirts — Hanes loses points for the wacky pricing after some store applies VAT and Pro Club seems to need a west coast hookup) with Kirkland, you’ve got the perfect summer weight — light without being blouse-thin to the point where your nipple hair is visible, a neck that my giant head doesn’t leave wave-like stretch marks in and the correct length on the arms and waist, with minimal shrinkage and no sense of smedium after three washes. And if you’re still prepping an argument against me, they’re £2.66 each, because a six-pack is £16. I always liked Puffy’s late 1990s cheap, throwaway white tee, all-white adidas Superstar and Rolex President combo and I can’t get down with any brand’s proclamation that they’ve created “the ultimate white t-shirt” as if they’ve found the cure to cancer – any white tee that’s over a tenner should be treated with suspicion. I want something that I don’t fear spillage on — in fact, in the event of a Ribena indecent or hot rock drop, you can live out your Dame Dash pre-bankruptcy fantasies for £48 and not even bother washing tees. Just throw them shits away. But if you choose to wash them, I can testify that Kirkland comes through too. Shouts to Sean at Urban Industry for having the cash and carry hookup.


While Costco are the kings of white t-shirts, Edwin PHADE Sacasa and the Shirt Kings crew are pioneers of the hip-hop print, If you wanted your blanks decorated with a firearm-wielding Roger Rabbit, you know who to call. More pictures from Dokument‘s Shirt Kings (complete with an intro by MC Serch) by PHADE and KET are out there to coincide with the book’s release and I can’t get enough of documentation of their custom creations. Mother and daughter Dapper Dan gear is particularly good. If you want to understand the foundations of street style, there has never been a better time.








Shouts to Adam Welch for putting my quotes into this Independent piece on high-end sports footwear. It was good to talk up Gucci Tennis 84s and Dapper Dan in a national publication — Adam did a good job too. The New Balance number nerds waiting to tell me that Kanye wore 997.5s need to fall back, because the message in this article was well handled and nicely written. Despite my strange cat analogy, it’s probably the first newspaper article I’ve been interviewed for that didn’t make me want to punch myself in the temple immediately after it went to print.

On the Gucci Tennis topic, I spotted this photo for sale on eBay a few months back, shot for a Miami newspaper in 1984. Wish I could find the article it was written for.

What the fuck is up with rappers and singers wearing Superdry? Gunplay’s pick of Supreme-biting brand was bad enough, but look at the images above, then look at what some rappers have elected to wear now. Ice T wearing it is kind of sad, Jay Sean is a Superdry kind of guy, so I’m not surprised. Pos from De La Soul broke out the wack polo, but it’s all good because he’s Pos and can do what he damn well wants with immunity, but the younger generation? The Martorialist pointed out the tragedy of A-Mafia wearing it late last year, but Mr. Pete Williams pointed out a sighting on Lil Durk’s latest 52 Bars chapter. Superdry does not belong on a Young Chop beat. There’s no excuse for wearing this stuff in a video — if it’s meant to match your shoes, then you may as well be wearing PUMA Discs on your feet. The only amnesty in the Superdry rap video situation is this model in Fat Joe’s Pride n Joy. She still would have looked better without the lettering. Rappers looking like they did a Karmaloop trolley dash is a good argument against streetwear on rappers, but high streetwear on them? Very strange.




Erik Brunetti’s Instagram is always interesting, taking in animals, artifacts, artwork and other awesomeness. He just upped the cover of forthcoming Fuct book (release date is September 3rd). Looking forward to picking this up.


With the Evil Dead remake ready for a UK release, it’s a shame that there won’t be any low-budget spots like this Evil Dead II one from 1987 that featured Sam Raimi and Jonathan Ross. I recall seeing this on Channel 4 early one evening and becoming immediately obsessed with Dead By Dawn. Ross, like Alex Cox, educated me in several matters of cult cinema. This Incredibly Strange Film Show Sam Raimi episode was a game changer for me and these ads seemed unlike anything I’d seen for a movie on these shores, delivering a nice dodge from showing any of the controversial content pre-watershed.


Who would have thunk it? Chambray shirts are the new punk rock.

Rushed blogging because I’m hectic this evening. No 1000 word stream-of-consciousness drivel until the weekend, but I thought I’d mention a trio of things that are making Wednesday 09/02/2011 more bearable right here.

The Steven Alan Nike project had an underwhelmed response from some quarters, but honestly, the Lava Dome with green swoosh is my idea of a dream shoe. The homie Mubi hooked these up from NYC and not even a madcap pricetag could elicit a single sense of buyer’s remorse—that imperfect suede texture, the subtle tongue patch…all of it—it’s perfect to me. I love the orange swoosh original, but these match it pound-for-pound. The ’02 reissues were cool, as were the ’08 vintage variations, but this is my favourite collaboration in a long, long time. The Talaches, Tokis and Magmas do absolutely nothing for me. Lava Domes will always reign supreme. And that’s word to John Roskelley.

Normally when friends tell you they’ve got a book project on the way, they’re lying or exaggerating. Somehow when the homie Nick Schonberger—a rap, nacho, tattoo and antique furniture scholar—mentioned this, I believed him. It’s nice to know people like that and his historical contribution to ‘Homeward Bound: The Life and Times of Hori Smoku Sailor Jerry’ helps make this hefty hardback, clothbound beauty of a book a keeper. From fonts to the wealth of imagery and some deep history on the era, location, the big man himself and techniques of the time, this is a tremendous undertaking and a perfect companion to Erich Weiss’s ‘Hori Smoku Sailor Jerry’ DVD. Having had the pleasure of spending time around some big names in tattooing, there’s nothing that matches it for absolute obsession, and any legit project on the topic frequently exceeds expectations. I still haven’t taken the time to digest the contents, but kudos to Nick, Jason, Beth, David and Erich for bringing this to life. It should be in spots in Europe like Colette shortly, and the documentary might be set for a slightly more substantial cinema release soon as well. Thanks to Sarah for lugging it down south to get to me too.

The white t-shirt quest continues and with an unseasonal snap in the cold weather, I finally road tested the slightly thinner but substantial enough Kirkland Signature shirt. They’re not transparent to the point where your nipples are exposed, but they’re not Hanes Beefy/Pro Club thick either. I favour a fairly long tee that doesn’t expose the belly button after three washes and these fit the bill if you like a shirt that’s not skintight. They compress and thicken up a little after cleaning, but it’s not drastic. At around $15 for five they’re pretty disposable too if you want to remain dope boy fresh…being in the UK doesn’t help my cause as they’re seemingly only available at Costco stores in the USA. Are these still the best value plain tee on the planet? I think so. Our UK equivalents fail miserably—Primark and Matalan’s see-through, boxy efforts need to fall back.