Civic 1993. First end to end / foto: SB OneIt was underneath the shadow of Crawford Long Hospital overlooking Interstate 285. By day it served as an overpriced parking lot and undercover homeless refuge. A two minute walk from Civic Center Train Station, The Civic Yard was to ATL , what 149th street was to NYC in the early days. For this installment we take a look at some of the first pieces to take the yards virgin
A couple of weeks ago I rolled into Miami on a Friday evening to produce a private event @ 10PM. Had to be on the road back to ATL by Sunday morning, so there was no time to waste. Caught the Puma Clyde Launch @ShoeGallery, From there headed to the Mandarin Hotel for the event, which ended way later than expected. Finally called it a wrap @ 4:30 am and headed back to the JW Marriot to cool out. @ 5:30 AM left Marriot
To catch a glimpse of the works by West Coast duo Retna & El Mac, on a computer screen is one thing. To stand directly in front of one their productions is almost an experience. Simply put, Their combined styles of art and West Coast flavor create nothing short of visual monoliths. This video by I Am Los Angeles / Joris Debeij, captures the duo at various stages of a major production for an unnamed LA County Scho
When it all gets written in the books, the convergence of skateboarding and Hip Hop did not did not begin with Lil’ Wayne and Supra Footwear. After a quick listen to Harold Hunter‘s Zoo York Mixtape Vol.1, there’s no question, the 2 have been down long before Weezy could even spit 4 bars let alone 16.
Contrary to popular belief, or better yet, Contrary to popular knowledge the contemporary sneaker game as we know it not start with the Air Jordan Brand. In fact it won’t stop there either. The truth is, if Rudolf Dassler didn’t breakout from his brother Adi and the Adidas brand, to start his own sportswear operation there would be no sneaker game. So, after saying goodbye to his brother in 1948, Rudy set
South Beach, Miami, Florida during Winter Music Conference or Art Basel, is not for everyone. You either go hard or go home. Some don’t make it home at all (no lies, I’ve seen it). Â Cultural and social lubrication at its finest, Never knowing who you might bump into from the Marlin all the way down to the breakfast bodega on Collins. One nite during WMC 2001 or 2002 (it’s all a blurrr), I was invit