When I worked with Steve Dool he used to hilariously answer anonymous question on HTTTGAP. Here is a top ten end of the year list he recently wrote for We Are The Market.
10.) Dead Style Icons
Cool guy, that Steve McQueen, huh? And Paul Newman? They don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Oh, you know who else is super-stylish? People who are currently breathing.
9.) The Plight of the Menswear Blogger
It’s a common trope and as popular a fashion meme as any other: the self-pitying menswear blogger. It is true that, as many of these guys are very willing to point out, lady bloggers get a lot of love and a lot more mainstream attention; for every article recognizing the reach of a Sartorially Inclined or an Unabashedly Prep, there are approximately 400 think pieces, a Today Show interview and a Rodarte editorial heralding the influence of Tavi. And remember that one season that Tumblr didn’t invite any menswear bloggers to Fashion Week and then the next season when they did? That was their Arab Spring, you guys. Here’s the thing: the fashion world is always going to be skewed toward women. Fair, unfair, sexist, biased, whatever; it’s kind of just how it is. Besides, women still make 70 cents to the male dollar on average, so if Susie Bubble gets flown to Milan Fashion Week and you don’t, you can either stop inserting your favorite brand names into rap lyrics and start wearing Mary Katrantzou, or you can suck it the hell up.
8.) The Friendship of Terry Richardson and Jared Leto
You guys, I just don’t have a good feeling about this one.
7.) Ryan Gosling Worship
Yeah, yeah, yeah: you loved Drive, and he looked like he was Photoshopped in Crazy, Stupid Love and he can wear a suit like nobody’s business. But, what it really comes down to is this: can you look at yourself in the mirror and honestly say you want another year idolizing someone who swear-to-God spends a casual summer afternoon walking down the street playing a goddamn ukulele?
A wise man (Caroline from The Real Housewives of New Jersey) once said that if you hang out with garbage, you’re going to start to smell like trash. Just something to think about the next time you find yourself choking out a girl from Poughkeepsie whilst trying to get your grubby paws on a Versace x H&M neon leopard print jacket that looks like something an off-duty drag queen would wear on his/her way to a free clinic in 1983 Miami.
5.) Lady Gaga, Default Cover Monster
Style.com noted that Lady Gaga appeared on 36 global magazine covers this year. 36! That’s almost one for every international edition of Elle, and more than 36x the number of readers of Harper’s Bazaar! And as a refresher, there are only 12 months in every calendar year. I’m not a mathematician, so you do the math.
4.) Fashion’s One Track Mind
Fashion people really love a token and they can only like one token at a time, whether it’s Amar’e (Token Athlete) or Beth Ditto (Token Fat). I have a dream that one day, people will be judged in the fashion world not by what box they fit into, but by the content of how much more badass they look sitting in the front row during Fashion Week than Nicki Minaj (Token Harajuku Barbie).
In 2012, I’d like to see less children in general (the world is already hot, flat and crowded enough, am I right?), but especially in fashion. Look, I think Hailee Steinfeld is great, and I love me some Chloe Grace Moretz and ever since someone told me that Dakota Fanning moved in across the street from me, I’ve been on the lookout for a potential Elle sighting. (Ed. note: Oh, yeah and I’ve been on the lookout for you, too, Dakota. I Am Sam, whatever.) But enough is enough! Ladies already have enough body issues thanks to the fashion industry, so let’s not exacerbate the problem by hoisting up prepubescent girls as fashion icons. And what kind of message are we sending to impressionable youths? In my day, the children in the fashion industry made the clothes, they didn’t wear them. #nimblefingers
Remember when Galliano went crazers and everyone was like, “OMG, fashion designers have it so hard and there’s so much pressure to design collections so quickly aka do their job?” And that was a widely accepted justification for a total batshit Anti-Semitic breakdown? Well, now it seems that more and more designers are doing an additional collection every year. So, if anyone sees Raf Simons at La Perle, run for cover.
1.) Street Style Madness
Oh my God, we’re all adults here. Get dressed and move on.
Sean Raspet’s work focuses on the circularities of time and logic that operate across multiple spheres of everyday life. Most of his projects, exploring late-capitalist image culture, are composed of fragmented, rearranged, and repeated images and reflections of banal spaces. He is currently pursuing an MFA at UCLA. Past solo exhibitions include Société (Berlin), The Kitchen (New York), and Daniel Reich Gallery (New York).
Sean Raspet, A Parody of Existence (excerpt: sculpture “Operator” 2007), 2007, artist’s book, 6 1/4” x 6 1/4”, 108 pages, detail view.
My first night here was crazy inmates screaming, banging, and kicking the doors calling the male CO’s bitch ass niggas & faggots telling the female CO’s how they gonna fuck em, throwing plates of food out their cells onto the floor LOL. WELCOME TO THE GREEN MONSTER! This type of shit would never happen upstate at best you’d be in the box for a month at worst the infirmary. I even got into it wit these stupid niggas trying to assassinate my character talkin about I’m snitching to the guards and that I’m getting special treatment. I barked on these niggas and set em straight cause as a man there’s only so much you can take before you snap. At first I tried to ignore there lil comments until they started talkin shit like they gonna kick my door and all this clown shit.
But the funny thing is when I started screaming on them lettin them know they got the wrong nigga they got excited it was like that’s what they wanted to bring the hood out of me. That’s when I realized that I’m dealing wit kids they can’t be niggas my age cause that would’ve lead to instant confrontation not instant admiration. After I set em straight they wanted to talk & ask me about the industry I could tell they wanted to be my friend but just didn’t know how to go about it. So I chatted wit them for a lil bit before letting them know I was tried and ready to lay down.
But as I layed I listened to them talk telling there life stories of how one was born in a crack house and grew up selling crack to his mother and how another watched his father get murdered rite in front of him by some dudes he owed money as they robbed his house and how they were now in jail for crimes of their own one for beating his girl friend the other for a murder. One of them them is 19 the other just turned 23 yesterday. Both with kids of their own. When will we break the cycle? WILLIE LYNCH LIVES ON… DAMN!
When I got here I was happy to see some officers of the same skin color not that I’m racist or anything but in this type of situation and where I just came from you’d be happy to see some of your own too. Prejudice does still exist trust me I’ve been treated and seen it people treated like niggers more in 1 month that I have my whole life I feel like a slave and even tho I haven’t heard anyone say it actions speak louder than words.
As I walk through the door everyone staring like they can’t believe I just walked in cuffed from head to toe. Even tho I don’t feel like much of a star that’s all they see the star that has fallen. But as I look in their eyes I still see the love they still wanna meet me and greet me as if I’m on their own personal stage except there’s no screaming fans, fancy clothes & bright lights. Only screaming inmates me in my orange jumpsuit and little flash lights they shine in my cell at night. It’s hard to feel good signing autographs and taking pictures in this predicament but I did it with a smile cause I love my fans and never say no, no matter what mood I’m in after the meet & greet they took me to my cell where I’ll be housed till my court date it’s not the best but it’s not the worst either they gave me some pillows and an extra mattress so I’ll live.
This is my 3rd here and IA already came and got me to investigate my lil meet & greet. I basically told them to fuck off and that those are good cops cause they really were nice to me last thing I wanna see is good people get in trouble cause they got an autograph or a pic from me. You wanna investigate something investigate the crooked Hip Hop Task Force that got me into this shit in the first place.
As I sit in my cell listening to their stories I think about me and my Dad and how I hated to love him for so many years and how I vowed to be nothing like him only to have my mother say “your just like your father” LOL. Which made me curious to know him and of course just as we start to get closer to one another he dies. But I have my closure I learned alot about him and him about me in the short time we spent together.
Which makes me think about my kids and how I’m raising them I am a great father and I have broken the cycle even though I’m in prison the foundation has already been layed. I hate being away from them for 20 months but shit could just as easily been on tour for that long. I feel compelled I wanna help other kids break the cycle.
I’ve been to 5 different prisons and all I see is niggas and I ain’t talking about black people I’m talking about ignorance. See the problem wit most people is they don’t smell shit until they step in it and by that time it’s all over your shoe and everybody is tryin to get away from you. Now you have 2 choices you can either wash that shoe or throw it away.
A lot of people choose to throw it away meaning they didn’t learn shit but those that choose to wash that shoe tend to watch their step knowing how hard it was to get em clean. I think I’ll wash my shoes this time cause this shit ain’t me.