cross-genre apparel
those fresh white air force ones i found in the trash a few months ago have the odd effect of getting a lot more people to yell at me in the street. not the spiteful bro “fag!” yell i’m accustomed to– more the facetious/playful teen angel “ay, papi! let me get your number!” yell (which, joke or no, makes me blush a little). my best theory is that, without the shoes, i am a mere crazy person on the street, not invisible to hip hop street culture, but irrelevant. with the shoes (no laces), i am still very much a crazy person– a very tall sore thumb with an offensive (rather than defensive) mode of dress, but i am an extreme and curious outlier, making it known that i am in the conversation.
remember when missy elliot wore a code 13 t-shirt in that video? that ruled, right?
Heh. Things like that sometimes happen to me too. Alot of strange glances. People over here find things like junk surplus gear and SWAT boots unusual.
SWAT boots?
Goddammit I didn’t do a diorama, as I’m trying to stop getting behind in everything else. However, I did direct a few people to Summer Camp last night and feel some sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in this simple task.
cybele, you did a good job, and not to interfere with your satisfaction but no one brought dioramas to summer camp (cinnamon cave) last night. at least, they didn’t by the time nick left.