At first I thought it was Spongebob Squarepants (or, Espongebob as they say a little further south) but then I realized it was a talking set of brass knuckles and knew only 10 Deep could be behind something so diabolical and mildly creepy. Anyway, break out the rubberband stacks and get sick at their sample sale this weekend.
CRAZY MURKO’S 10.DEEP SAMPLE SALE
Saturday 2/2-Sunday 2/3
11AM – 7PM
645 N. Martel Avenue (corner of Melrose and Martel)
Los Angeles, CA 90038
Cash and Credit Card ONLY
ALL SALES FINAL
I mean…really? This has happened in the history of sneakers before, as far back as PF Flyers v. Converse. Even more recently, the Bapesta went toe to toe with the Air Force 1, but at least Bape took the sneaker game to the next level. This is a straight up jack move. Like they tryna set me up for a 211, gats held sideways screaming break yo’self.
Basically, Fila took a perennial classic, the Prada America’s Cup, one of the best pair of sneakers I’ve ever worn and with a pricetag of $295 and chopped it down to an “affordable” $90 pricetag. They removed the premium leather, slapped on a Fila logo and probably removed the steel shaft from the sole of the shoe, one of the America’s Cup’s greatest features.
What’s more is that Fila enlisted the services not of a respectable artist like Pharrell or Kanye (that would almost be worse), but rather ringtone rapper Hurricane Chris. Not only did FIla not get a top tier ringtone rapper like Soulja Boy or T-Pain, but they got a dude whose hit song is called “A Bay Bay.” Not even “A Bay Say” or “Juan Too Thray”. What’s more is that the commercial is absolutely horrible. It looks like something from O-Town or something. See for yourself…
In January 2007, the global Fila brand was acquired by Fila Korea, Ltd. from Sports Brands International, becoming South Korea’s largest sportswear company. Fila Korea currently holds the rights to the worldwide use of footwear and apparel brands of the parent firm. I heard Hurricane Chris is big along the 38th parallel. Just call him Hurrikorean Chris.
Why is this animated GIF one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen? I wanna add my own: BRO RLY?! and it has an owl in a visor with a case of Natty Light, a Jack Johnson CD and a tub of Muscle Milk. See Bro Rape below.
Props to Brandon Perkins over at URB for giving me the background on this
Bro Rape: An Investigative Report from Derrick Comedy
This is just wrong
Growing up in LA, a very ethereal place, there are very few things that stay the same. Going to Lakers games at the Great Western Forum as a kid, there was a guy named Dancing Barry who used to go nuts in the aisles during time outs and halftime. He’d wear a white suit and dance to oldies. Last I checked, Barry changed his name to Magic Barry and lives in North Carolina. Charlotte Bobcat fans are now the lucky ones who get to enjoy his antics. But perhaps more impactful and far more well know than Barry is a mysterious man whom my mother and I used to refer to only as The Dancing Man. He used to bust moves on rollerskates at the corner of Beverly Dr. and Sunset across from the Beverly Hills Hotel, but one could randomly catch him in the act at other high-traffic intersections around LA. Recently he has made his home on Robertson just north of 3rd St. I guess it was only a matter of time before someone figured out a way to exploit him. A trio of LA brats have started a clothing company…no, scratch that, a BRAND called The Crazy Robertson. It’s actually really sad. The dude is not mentally healthy. Check out the Wall Street Journal article
I think it would be great if the owners gave all the proceeds to the LA Homeless Shelter or to a mental health organization; that would make it all a little more palatable. Apparently the shirts have been flying off the shelves at Kitson. Figures.
