See you later, Germany here we come !

I don’t spend much time looking at blogs on the internet, and its not necessarily that I wouldn’t like to, its pretty much just because I don’t have time to.  Now if you know me at all, you know I have a thing for beautiful women, fashion, clothing, and more importantly style, all of which I can be found on a blog I do check from time to time called The Sartorialist.

I think that there is so many dimensions of art, and I think the way a person picks out their wardrobe can be a cool extension of personal artistic sensibility or lack there of.   Now please don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider myself a clothing expert in anyway, or a exceptional dresser, I just have a side of me that sees a form of art in it.

Quick back story.  When I was a kid my mom made my clothes or got them from thrift stores, or I got  hand-me-downs from my older brother.  So now me being older, a working adult, I don’t find it that hard to match my shoes to my shirts from time to time. You see because when I was a kid I didn’t have the choice. So you mother fucking rich kid tattooers that didn’t ever have to worry about looking silly in your older brothers jeans, that were 4 inches too short for you because you were way taller then him, can stop asking  “why does Luke try to dress all spiffy and shit”     …that and Dave Gibson use to tell me “if you want to do expensive tattoos, you gotta look like your worth it”

Ive spent a big portion of my life in the ocean, and when I go a long period of time without this, I question what Im doing .

I’ve been wearing them since I was a kid, not because they were cool, not because the cool punk rock kids wore them, not even really because the OG’s in the hood wear them, but it was because it was one of the shoe brands I could afford as a kid. I never got those black Nike Flights with the gold letters on the tongue I wanted (I had a picture ripped out of a magazine of them, in my wallet for a bit, I think they were around 90$, ha, yeah right, not then)  Instead what happened was I got a love for Chuck Taylor’s with fat laces and I don’t plan on ever not wearing them.  Although I do switch it up from time to time, theses days, Converse will always be my shoe.

T.G.O.D.

I still get mine at 25$ at my indoor swap meet back home.  At the same spot I get my favorite street tacos, fresh pina and watermelon juice, and packs of white tees.

The link is to the newer one of the two indoor swap meets I used to go to as a kid.  They are a couple blocks away from each other.  #showyourmath