beaming on the town...so dont touch my shades

so it was jay, paris, and courtney that met up to do some city roaming.







i've been messing around with vintage shots so heres a effort or three









the next stop was dave's quality meat







and then we met up with the homie garrett and departed from dqm







then we went to south street seaport to see the hood get denied their promised viewing of a drake concert.



you all know the ending of that ordeal. if you dont know what happened, it didnt end well.

off days became the lost days

the day started on the b train going manhattan bound. i was in a pretty snappy mood so i was shooting any and everything.


while paris was itexting whomever

i stole a shot of this mom and her two sons. i dont know if mom approved, but whats done is done.



as a sidenote, those children were extremely well bahaved...i think.

so then paris and i made our way to the park. i got to skate around so paris did some work with the camera. i framed a sequence of what took place but due to photobuckets' resizing limits and blogger having a ghostwall that images just cant pass, i had to improvise and do a shot by shot.





















i hit the hubba myself. this was my folger's morning brew


thanks for leaving me hanging, starbies. your coffee sucks.

rude awakenings

you wake up, roll out of bed, and smell something foul. you dont really think much of it because where you reside smells weird anyway. you turn to go into the kitchen and low and behold...



...so yeah, appetite gone to never return. then you want to just erase that thought from your head so you decide to take a nice, hot, steamy shower. you walk into the bathroom and you are forced to see...



yeeeaaaaahhhh. so not only can you not make your breakfast, but you cant drop your morning deuce either. what a way to start the work week.

but things get better. currently saving money to leave this place in the past. looking very forward to it.


im everywhere you look and nowhere i need to be






the brooklyn sky from the not so dependable f(ail) train

wild in the brooklyn streets

pics now, words later



the man behind the lens in some of these, ras courtney








we show love


philly took this pic. not bad at all. buy a cam, fool.

the '90s: a decade of greatness

depending on when you were born, you may or may not agree with that title. i was born in 1986. i have cloudy memories of the '80s. i do remember when batman came out in 1989. how do i remember that? i have no clue, but i was obsessed with michael keaton for years afterwards. i mainly remember the NINETIES! *sigh* such good times in that era. bad times too, but damn it feels good to look back at that time. look back with me.



i was a big nickelodeon head back in the day. in my grandparents' house, the channel rarely changed to anything else, and i loved them for that.


legends of the hidden temple was the shit. i was always pretending to be on either the silver snakes or the purple parrots.


the homie kirk fogg and olmec. yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh


i know you wanted to be on wild and crazy kids as bad as i did.


family double dare!!!!




salute your shorts was by far one of my favorite shows, but it cant beat...




easily one of the the best shows ive ever seen


ARTIE! the strongest maaaaaannnnnnnnnn....in the woooorld


theyre slacking on not putting this show in dvd. now the wonder years is my favorite show ever. and apparently winnie cooper, real name danica mckellar is a mathematician genius and wrote a couple tutorial books for kids. nice

and she grew up reeeaaaaalllll nice


boy meets world was the shit too


word topanga? i likey



i vaguely remember will smith when he was somewhat hood.



everyone was feeling the homie stefan UrKel for some reason. he wasnt that smoove. im a hater, yes



THUNDERCATS HOOOOO!!!!!!!




power rangers changed my life


im going to buy these one day. and im so serious.


i used to go to the library at grand army plaza to print out an absurd amount of dbz pics to sketch out. wasted so much paper. ehhh, i loved it






whoooaaaa momma, do the monkey!




steve harvey!!!


the wayans bros put me on to jordans, a tribe called quest, and thick women. dee was no little woman. hickedeeeeeeeeee

im getting tired so i'll leave you guys with my favorite memory of the '90s





i will always love the knicks because of patrick ewing. he, like all the other great players, just had the great misfortune to play in the same era as the greatest





but its all good, it made for a great brain filled with great memories. peace kids.