Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Shout Out


To all the Yung Thow'd Playaz up in the all ages club gettin they energy drink on.

We see yall.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Friday, August 24, 2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

SDTW I Heart Chatz


Me and the crew be solving the world's problems in our texts almost daily.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

SDTW Shurt Feelings #11

Yallreadyknowwhatisplehbwoissssssss

Shurt Feelings back up in da buildin.

It works like so:

I pick a shirt and discuss how neato I think it is

Let's go...


I'm just gonna go ahead and start out with the heater out of today's picks. 
And.....just when you thought it was safe to live in the United States again someone just had to go and raise the National Bummer Level to Code: Turquoise.


Usually when I pick on talking t shirts it is because they are agredious lies. 
This one though......... Yeah homie, you officially doing the most right there. Keep doing you bruh.


I disagree. You can trust people. Just don't try and convince people that you aren't an idiot because one of your idols was a performing arts high school student slash back up dancer turnt gangster rapper. So really the problem with this particular design is that it just lacks specificity.


This is a shirt that a dude buys the first week at college, but doesn't wear when he goes home to visit for Thanksgiving cause his dad is a judge and would totally "flip his lid" if he saw it.


You know...I don't think that the dudes that wear "hood pin up" tees understand the glaring irony of wearing a shirt with imagery that is supposed to illicit erections from other dudes. 
So yeah....think that little nugget over for a minute there, Garret.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Korgoth Of Barbaria



I will never forgive whichever executives passed on making this into a series.

Never.

If you haven't seen it then you're welcome.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Hotboy Hert x Fresh Paint



First Large then Pear and now Hert.

Go Merica'!!!!

Get you some Fresh Paint

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

SDTW Shurt Feelings


Not really trying to pick on lil ol' Mishka, but the fuck bruh?

So you wanna make an Action Bronson tee? Cool. Go for it. I like dude's shit. Oh you like Black Flag too? Okay.... But what's that gotta do with Action Bronson?

Oh yeah..... negative fucking nothing minus infinity.

If I were to apply this "brilliant" design logic to my every day life I'd be ordering ice cream sundaes with Cool Ranch Doritos. 
Why in the fuck do you need to mix two good things together when you're trying to promote one thing?

People be doing this shit all the time. Every mixtape has to be themed off a movie. Every tee shirt has to be a flip on another t shirt. It's like asshole inception. 

Just make stuff good. Is that a crazy idea? Like am I being too intellectual with that line of thinking?

When I'm listening to Black Flag you know what I really want to hear?

Action Bronson.

Oh wait, nope. I just want to listen to Black Flag. My eyeballs work the same way. When I see a naked girl I really don't need to see a dude's beef.

It's also worth noting that this shirt is 1000% asshole approved solely because of dude modeling it. I mean talk about personifying the PERFECT rap fan.

White, gauged earrings, shitty color tattoos, and I get the vibe he's an aspiring "street artist" but I can't prove that.

Ain't trying to shit on y'all. I don't truly have the time or want to do so. I am just trying to point to the kids that it's okay to like things that are just one thing. You don't have to make your designs the amalgam of everything you've ever liked ever.





Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Saturday, August 4, 2012

SDTW Photo Dump


Living the dream


 Living the nightmare


This is the dude that answers the phone at the shop


Yup


Horchata


Holy Guacamole


Firme hina


On stage with Blue Sky Black Death and Nacho Piccaso


Standard Seattle summer weather


Not so standard Seattle weather


Durag


DFW THR book is worth stealing


They're gonna laugh at you


Party inside me


Dinner


Postcard shit