Never Not Lurking

Too busy sipping on Lokos, JJ, Lean, Nutcrackers, Devil's Springs, and not paying for good weed to even keep up with this shit. We're at that time in August when the sun is tired of shining, what a bitch. Hope you're summer was even half as good as mine.

HOLLA.

Photo: Adèle Austin

Open Invitation: 40oz Bounce V

This is my third time posting up a 40oz Bounce joint, Summer up East doesn't officially kick off until everyone and they moms hits up the 40oz Bounce BBQs Uptown, it just wouldn't be Summer without them. Van and The Dealers are throwing the first installment on Memorial day weekend, the 30th of May, and if you happen to be in the city, best believe you need to stop by. The energy never disapoints, and shit is always LIVE. Nutcrackers, Nemos, Lean, and JJ all on deck, with food, super special brownies, and endless honeys for the homies.

BRING A TOWEL.

"Niggas don't give a fuck, we smoke, we drink, until the sun sets"

"A Sunny Spring Mix"

Hemaly and I are on this music project, and together we form Girl Fantasies. This is, like, mad out of the blue but remember, 3 years ago when this was a music blog? I made a mix, first one EVAR, sent it to some homies a few weeks ago, all I've got was LOVE from it, I take that as a good thing, even though I didn't make any of 15 tracks selected. I also featured my homeboy's O.K. Drums' Wordspit remix because it is SO FUCKING GOOD.

See what you think of it yaselves, and dl:

GET IT, GET IT, GET IT GURLS.

sidenote: I really like Alma-Tadema, it's classy-corny type shit, MAD GOOD.

"Fuck Ya'll Niggas"

Back on my drawing shit.

Shauna was saying how she's going to start some stickers and shit, and told me I should probably get on it as a start, good idea to me, so I came up with the cones.
(Summer 2010 'fuck the police' Ice Creams - so necessary)

Sidenote: No homo but, homegirl can whine like a mofucka.

Happy Holidaze

The Ski Mask Way
has been
FULLY UPDATED.

You Got NO Ass

Joel' got one of my favourite tumblrs out there, and you have no ass:

Prove him wrong.

(Not at all SFW, soz)

HOODRATS. ALWAYS LOVED THEM!

Extra Treat:

I Love Tuesdays AKA Boiler Room Days

It's like being invited to a party, but not having to go anywhere. They provide the music, you just sit back, BYOB, and get shit poppin'. Boiler Room is brand spanking new to Platform, and straight up is MAD FUCKING GOOD. Podcasts available every week as well.

Don't see any other niggas out there doing this shit.

I'M JUST SAYIN'

Set It Off, Jada Pinkett

Photo Blog // Tumblr // This Shit // Formspring // Platform

It's all in there.

HBIC

Killin' U Hoes

46 DEGREES & SUNNY - BITCHES.

I went for breakfast and cycling. Shit felt gooooooooooooood.


Sorry NYC, times like these, I don't miss you at all.

AYE.

I'm out.

x

Best Thing Going

Finally the full-length inspired from the 80s Jersey Boardwalk - This is another fucking brilliant way to do a video LookBook, and this is the best video LookBook I've came across. Ever.

Familiar faces and an A+ for Cass Bird & Sophomore.

TIGHT.

Bagay Maleur, Piti!

Those are my Mom's Veve flags. Look it up.

I speak fluent Creole/Kreyol: An unknown fact to about 63% of the people I know.

These are only some of the essential 'CHOONS' that made up my upbringing, brings back loads and loads of kid memories. Ahhhhh, fuck outta here with winter, I want coconuts and beaches, bitches!

Koudjay - Si Yo Vle



Rev - Tan An Chanje



Ram - Ibo Lele



Boukman Eksperyans - Imamou Lele




Sweet Micky - Ou Lala



Emeline Michel - A.K.I.K.O



Konpa Kreyol - Kimele'm




While you have these in the background, check out my Platform tribute post with some photos of Haiti before the Earthquake done a while back. The music should set the tone.

BOOM.

Look At That Sexy Mama

This, is how you do a video lookbook:

I'm just sayin'
treat:

What's Up, Jim Goad?

Hey Jim, I'm real happy for you and all, and sure moral elitism and "I told you sos" can rack up testosterone levels to all-time highs, but leave the controversial racial shit to Rush Limbaugh & Pat Robertson, stop soiling my daily dose of Street Carnage and keep that shit moderately liberal, please.
I'm more offended you used THEM to publish your article, seriously, that's like being hit in the face with a shovel when you're rolling down a hill of roses.

But tis uh-merica, and it's your personal opinion, and I've nothing against it my friend, believe that, but I'm still keeping an open-ear to hear news about my cousin Sarah who's trapped under the rubbles of her house as I write, but is still alive (oh, no!) and my other 45 old high school mates who have not been seen since Tuesday.

But, oh right they probably asked for that, didn't they? Gotcha.

Fucking slaves, why'd they all have to revolt 200 years ago against the French and get us in this mess of an earthquake/poverty/unstability? Dipshits.

Lots of Love,

xx

Don't Start No Shit, It Won't Be No Shit

(Jah Jah)

40oz Bounce was so legit, the cops shut us down 3 hours into it. I've managed to snap a few flicks, saw loads of familiar faces. All in all, very good. Think we should keep the shit outdoors and stricly for summer, please, I don't like cops messing up my good time.

Photos: Adèle Austin

All Good, Money.

Season's Greetings!

This is Eric. Always nice to see Eric. Where's the holiday spirit? Smile! Hazy days! (makes no sense, I know, but he's stoned the fuck out, right?)

Looked at my backyard, and saw the snow had made a mockery of my summer days.
This really doesn't do it justice, I mean, YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SEE THE CANDY CANES. IT HAS CANDY CANES.
Haitian Rhum. For measure.

Then me and the homies hit up Johnny Rockets, on 56th Street (Old High School joint!), three days later on Sunday.

New Year's Eve is friday. HOT DANM.

BYE!
XXXXX

40oz Bounce VI: What's Really Good?

The Bounce is Back! The Bounce is Back!
This time in Billyburg! With NINJA-FUCKING-SONIK.
Here's a little memory recall on how the Bounces began, and how they go down:
40oz Bounce IV

40oz Bounce III

'Spread love it's the Brooklyn Way'

Nicki Minaj//Nicki Lewinski//Nicki The Bad Ass Bitch

Sampling Sasha in the last one.
THIS BITCH IS BAAAAD

This Shit Is TIGHT

Mark made this video. It's pretty fucking legit.
BTW, Platform are throwing their Christmas warehouse party this saturday. We're all on deck (+ god knows whoever the fuck else). Free Booze, No Covers. Come out.

YA'LL NIGGAS NEED ANYTHING ELSE?

Things I've Lied About Over The Decade a.k.a Now You Know Part.I

I'll be two decades older next year (WHOA), so I can't keep carrying these set of lies. I AIM TO BE A BETTER PERSON, I'm reaching TWENTY, man, TWENTY, 2-0. Let's leave this teen bullshit in the past, and move the fuck on, people. I don't ever lie, so this is almost digging through an inner Holy Grail:

#1. I REALLY hate beer (2000)


I never buy alcohol, so every time I'm out I depend on the friends around me to pass along, and the chicks I hang with have a strong affinity for BEER & LAGER. Anytime I'm handed a full can of Red Stripe, I always smile in gratitude, but if they could read my inner thoughts I'm damning them all to hell for keeping their Baileys to themselves and giving ME the fucking bitter booze. I love a 40 oz. Bounce, but beer tastes like SHIT. Any brand, flavour or kind.

#2."The last time I got shitfaced drunk, I was eleven" (2007)


Technically, this isn't exactly a lie - and it's for that reason, and that reason alone I've kept myself off booze since then (That's about 8 years), because to be honest, it's a) not exactly that appealing or 'hot' to be drunk off your head, and b) cost mad bread$£$£$£ - Until June of this year though, whilst walking home to the Tube station after some happy hour courtesy of the good people who run Platform (thanks, guys!), I was seeing triple, couldn't think logically, almost stumbled on that fucking skateboard that's been there for the past, what? 9 months? And was giggling to myself on the Central line wondering if anyone'd guess I was off my face? Half a cup of whiskey mixed with coke, that's all it took. Never again.

#3. I've taken my mom's Pericles belt, but told her she probably lost it (2008)

(This is a rough translation from French)
Mom: I've had that belt for 20 years, I honestly can't believe I've lost it now, where could it possibly be? I've looked everywhere. You sure you haven't seen it?
Me: Nope. Mom: Seriously. My favourite belt, and it went really well with [...stopped paying attention]
Me: Well, If I knew, I'd be the first one to tell you. I'll look in the basement again tomorrow. Mom: Absolutely cannot believe it.

I do feel about about this one, because my mom is 'outta this world', but yeah HI MOM! I've got your belt in a suitcase, left in London. Sorry, yeah I had it all along, because it looks mad nice. I thought you'd forget about it by now, but since you keep mentioning it all.the.time, which adds on to my guilt, I'll bring it back. X

#4. Fashion (2005)


About 95 percent of my graduating class thought I'd end up in Art school, studying fashion design (BARF), truth is, I got off that since what could be passed as a Payless strap-on was selling out for triple figures (675$ For this shit? Bypass). I've still got my handsewn dresses I made 6 years ago, and great memories from Parsons, but FUCK THAT. Happy I ditched that. Style on the other hand, is a different (but long) story.

#5. Cats (2002)


I like to go on about how much I hate cats, and how gross they are, and how fun it must be to kick them 20 miles and hear the frantic fear in their sad sad little raspy voices; or throw water on them because they hate it, cats hate getting wet. BUT CAN ANYONE ACTUALLY RESIST THIS?



Adorbz.

Now you know.

I'm Not Late, I'm Not Late At All

Rosa Acosta's Supreme shoot with Terry Richardson STILL got these niggas screaming GOT DANM.

NSFW

God Bless America.