As always, 13 and I try and see everything new. This time, we were given the opportunity to collaborate with OG RUSS on the summer SSUR release in BK.
Having recently shot JORDAN at Barclays, we now settled into Coney with the Russ on deck to ride and or die with us. We waxed, macked, and circled back, shooting video and flicks as we walked.
We thought the vibe fits the clothing, rather than the clothing forcing some contrived mystique. Let’s show it how we live it.
Shit’s real son, let it flow, slow and low, we got this, bro. Low key haiku.
We ate dogs and shot dogs, drank rusty beers and climbed rusty ladders, and tried our best to avoid the Coney Island cliches to document some real shit. Making our way to the nearby rooftops, our small gang of brazen ironic goofs trekked it to the mountain peaks of the relative world; smoking one as high as we could, climbing atop the adjacent project tippy top… for all loved, lost, and those living life the most, the sun set, and we were thankful.
FUCK YOUR RAPS.
YOUR STREET WEAR IS CORNBALL. THAT SHIT’S HIGH-KIA…
But we at WxW safely stand by SSUR and the sounds of Alexander Spit. Radio killed the video star, Instagram killed photography— fresh. Tom Waits? Alexander Spits. Fuck your space cake. WE JUST MURKED IT ALL.
SSUR and WxW will be dropping a capsule collection with hoodies, hats, dust masks, life quotes, and ultra violet, NASA-approved, GOLD-COATED sunglasses next spring.
FUCK ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU YOU CANT.