Jegs on. Jegs on. Jegs. Bout to run six miles. On my favorite treddy bear. But first need to work up a sick tweet. Something that encapsulates my one-of-a-kind grind. My love of stylin’ on garden var...
Fashion week post. Post fashion week. Post blog-era. Postdated. Postmodern. Postmortem. #dead. One final gasp. One last grunt. Yearbook photo. Dashboard Bombardment Society. Founders. Da goof troop. ...
Not even trying here. Fuck any kind of pedigree we had going. Dialing this one in. Paint by numbers with this shit. Lookbook A B C’s. O is for Orange. Saw the O face bros making OJ last season. So we...
Uh well-a well-a well-a Ugh. Tell me more. Tell me more. Err’body back from camp. Swapping stories. With mad emphasis. Not bad, huh? For some ignorants. But who told the greatest tale? Where does the...
Tumblr’s very own. FYMW. No hugs. No kisses. Private flights. MacBook Airlines. NYFW. Shit’s lonely at 30,000 feet. No team to put on. No clique to rep. No crew to call my own. I fucks with me. I’ve ...
Anon praise ballad. The flyest fuck forever man. Never be a shy guy. BD on the cutaway guy. Oh so fly guy. Really stuntin’ when I dip dye. Caufield on the Pitti fam. Holden down these phonies. I flip...
Hold on. We’re going through the portal. What’s on the other side? Only what you take with you. On that SD joint. Red wool Ebbet’s. Big ass yellow “M” emblazoned on top. Mighty Menswear. Cock that sh...
“We have your family” That was 23 hours ago. 22 hours since I stormed out the Polizia’s HQ. 15 hours since I capped a fucking snitch. 1 hour since I decided there was only one way this would end. It ...
An unacknowledged beast. Overlooked and misunderstood. Underrated. The swagged out Grendel to these double breasted Beowulf’s. These bloggers pass me over. Replace me. Like a Hoodyear welted Dainite....
Requiem for a denim head. This is not a cry for help. I’m in control. I know my limits. Sitting in health class. 16 years old. Beasting with 3,000 posts to my name. bigwilliesteelo92 Teachers tried t...
Fuck hibernation. That shit is mad overrated. The kid is back on his grizzy. But don’t call it a comeback. Been had slapping Moncler ass wearing hoes upside their dome piece. With a godddamn mitten. ...
I get the Twitters tweetin’. I get the Tumblrs tumblin’. Y’all get shot at. @Reply me, homie. I do the shooting. See you street skeezers at (capsule). I do the recruiting. Did y’all motherfuckers see...
Bros: A dissertation. Ruminations on menswear domination. Collection behind us. Future in front of us. Lost in each other’s eyes. Nothing can stop us. Just two bros. Among many. In the frat party we ...
T’was the night before Crispymas. When all through the house. Not a blogger was stirring. Not even the scrubs who still use Typepad. Their J. Crew camp socks were were hung by the chimney with care. ...
I was gonna come with it. Out of nowhere. Hit these creamsicle lookin’ ass cats in the motherfucking mouth. With that all black er’thang. Clandestine level shit. All gloves. No sleeves. But word got ...
There is an idea of me. Some kind of abstraction. You look. And you see I’m crispy like some F. Scotty quote. On pointe so hard. My kit is a fucking ballet. Save the last post. But to you I simply am...
Woah, woah, woah. Hold up, son. You got to a public university? The fuck is that? Seriously. What does that even mean? Is that one of those places with tuition cheaper than my high school? Is that on...
Everybody up on my prep steelo these days. Thinking they iced out. In they sperrys and J. Urban. Fuck ‘em. Don’t act like you’ve ever set foot on a Squash court. 10 years old. After midnight. I’m Spa...
Everyday I’m carryin’. Everyday I’m carryin’. Everyday I’m carrying doper shit than you. You losers can keep totin’ moleskins. Stuffin’ diaries in your back pocket. I hope your older brother doesn’t ...
When your diamonds have diamonds. And your hoes have hoes. And your sprezzy has sprezzy. What does that make you? Prince Hamlet of this blog shit. Scandinavian prep revenge. Shitting on the yet unkno...
You honestly think I give a fuck about what you wore today? For real, real? While you were outside of a Starbucks. Tweeting low-res pics of your hindquarters. Showing off your crotch blowout. I was i...
You think I give a fuck about chambray? Just make sure you bring my critters, bitch. Tryna get WASPY. Lilly P belts with the guns still tucked in them. Volvo station wagons with boarding school girls...
Welcome to F/W 10. Did you just get chills? Frostbit fingertips trembling on your trackpad? My bad. Me and Jacky Frost been lamping on the street. Crystallizing windows. Talkin’ winter essentials. My...
Nature vs. nurture? It’s tough to say. When you’re DNA is this fucking crispy. And as a young’n you kicked it in Pari. Your kid probably geeks out over trivial shit. Like butterflies. Or clouds. Or g...
When your hoarding is this fresh. There is no need for a fucking intervention. Friends and fam bumrushed the crib. Thought a therapist and a camera crew could halt my swag. After 5 minutes they got t...
Chillen in my Trucker. Listening to “Ether”. Dissin’ old heads on StyFo. Schoolin’ ‘em on honey nut Boglioli-os. Thinking to myself. Time to monetize my authority. Time to make some buku bucks. Time ...
Dropped out of law school. To follow my dreams. My calling. Is to be fucking major. To write about men’s clothing. On the internet. It’s what I was born to do. The freshest of prophecies. I am baby M...
Woke up at dawn again. Looking out my window. Into the fog. Thinking, Hoping. I’m not the only one left. Sending broadcasts into the void. Praying for @replies. SOS. Signs of Steez. Nothing. On some ...
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