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I must admit, this post was inspired by the seminal street styles of Manhattan, my dude (booty). My man, Scott Schuman, is a genius as all people who dress right know.

The ladies on his blog in their fits are always schwing and the guys possibly attract a lot of gay mens out there with ease. So triggered by the thought of capturing sartorialist in Philly and finding a model jawn that shared similar interest in the finest of linens…I went out and caught some flicks that ultimately came out like tags. Center City is as classy as tucked in shirts:

street stuff

street stuff

note…Schuman just came out with a book recaping all his top shelf shit from over the years and also, I remember thinking the beauty on the cover was sexy, not pretty, but sexy:



So the annual Odunde festival was the other day in Philly. The ensuing emptiness felt from scenester filled spots; culture fraught with stereotypes, supported by advertisers and cattle consumers; and just simply how much the previous attended Odunde festivals were dug, all pushed me to go. Bought some incense for cool out time, vibed in the drum circle, and got lifted above a care in the world :

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btw, her, omg!!!

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she got lifted too:

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And the styles were naturally dope. None of that contrived shit, where you buy a look regularly seen on the scene and rock with no added flavors, obviously:

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No ticket, no problem…George that’s bless. So the Roots Picnic was so live. Like, “The Roots, sweet!” fails for sure this time to fully demonstrate appreciation for what took place. Maybe something like that is better applied to what Asher Roth was doing in a tent far away from the main stage of musicians. I’m just hating though, I can’t really say for certain because I wasn’t over there canoodling with those folks…Don’t take offense to that unless you went to the show to tan and get loose off strawberry wine coolers.

(***note…i’m still a lot cracked out. the day after, Quest was spinning at what im sure one day will be labeled around the city as, “The Party”)

So fuck being fancy in the pantry…the haps, short and sweet:

the roots pn

True story, despite Santigold being repsonsible for one of my all time favortie album covers:


She’s cool but wouldn’t be the one I’d pick for a rode trip. After seeing her rock though, I would be down with her on an abandoned island situation:

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And Antibalas…finally I catch them live! So fresh, so funky:

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And the Black Keys were the shit but how exciting can it possibly be for you to look at photos of 2 dudes?

Moving on…I will never dance to another Bmore club song with a club skeez ever again! Seeing Public Enemy perform their whole album ” It Takes A Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back”, backed by the Roots and Antibalas…Flavor Flav too…all elevated my mentals, soul, etc. etc:

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good night.


in booty shorts, the ladyfriend doesn’t scheme me into seeing Asher Roth…

antibalas summons the spirit of Fela…

the chubby one from TOTR grew his fro back and is rocking a pink shirt…

king britt…

hippies and peoples from Jersey save some tickets for North Philly and such…

i get in for free like dude said and even though it wasn’t discussed, no security checks on my socks…


roots picnic

Now that the city ate my bike, I’ve been cast down to a mere pedestrian…it’s shit. No more omnipresence, out goes certified cool, and breaking the law while having a fair chance at getting away with it is just a story of the past, like one time type shit, blah…no sun in philly today, btw.

And walking mad slow pass this exhibition, not because I wanted to, but because I had to was corny:



So cold right now:

Lived Philly this weekend in the manner of an ill-fated artist, not prone to drugs or sex, that was given only one weekend to live. From front to back, North to South, interesting to wtf everI pedaled hard through Philly’s art scene. 75% coherent and pretty attentive I went to go see Cezanne and Beyondan exhibition featuring the work of Paul Cezanne side by side  a sleu of other fine art stalwarts he inspired: Picasso, Mastisse, Ellsworth Kelly,etc:

cezanne and beyond

But damn though, though there was a will, there was no way I could drop the $24 they unexpectedly asked for when I reached the front of the line. Was bummed and so were the peoples:

philly art museum fu.

Although in a turn of events, found an indpendent gallery where the whole get up entailed: a smart use of space, fordward thinking, and free daytime beers and hummus.

color show

south st. gallery


note…the gallery is saint march, also went to the tiberino house “the circus”, but prefer not to take photos of that…should experience it first hand.

Work it out Chicago!


But this is my sanctuary shared by cute girls and disco: