A haiku from the article: Jon Caramanica Looks at the Albums of 2014

Learning to move elegantly through the world is one of the great pleasures of manhood. No longer do you have to stomp and clomp and speak with your jaw first. At a certain point, the body knows what it is, knows how it is received — and those around respond accordingly. Manhood is grace and certainty. Confidence. Ease.

Jon Caramanica on dressing like a grownup (sort of) in The New York Times.


It is possible to like a look and not crave it, to appreciate it and yet know it’s for someone else. Clothes, like photographs and poems and reality TV shows, work on several levels. Sometimes it’s best to stand back, out of the blast radius.
—  Jon Caramanica on Lanvin men’s store (link via Breathnaigh). Similarly, I would add, it’s possible to like a look even if it’s not something you would adopt for yourself. It’s good to separate these two concepts. 

These [Real McCoy’s] jeans are smarter than you are, designed with rough labor and nonsense-averse boots in mind, maybe even the cordovan engineer ones by Buco, which look as if they would have steadied many a soldier during the world wars. (They’d also be very effective in an episode of cop fetish play.)

The price is worth lingering on: $2,860. It’s a comical number, an amount for which you could buy a reasonable winter wardrobe, with money left over for extra Timberlands. But the goal of these boots, and the goal of most of the clothes at the Real McCoy’s, is to hide your money in plain sight, evident only to your fellow cognoscenti.

Jon Caramanica in The New York Times, reviewing the new-ish Real McCoy’s store in Soho, a source for stealth wealth.


Photo (presumably not the cordovan boots) by Jennifer S. Altman.


Here is a poem of the things Kanye told Jon Caramanica in this brilliant interview that turned my night upside down:

Justice could just be clearing a path for people to dream properly.

I don’t know if this is statistically right, but I’m assuming I have the most Grammys of anyone my age

I am so credible and so influential and so relevant that I will change things.

It’s only led me to awesome truth and awesomeness.

I’m forever the 35-year-old 5-year-old. 

great art comes from pain.

Great art comes from great artists.

I could make the soul sound in my sleep

this one Corbusier lamp was like, my greatest inspiration.

 J-Kwon, “Tipsy.” — that’s always my No. 1

Kill self.

The longer your ‘gevity is, the more confidence you build. 

ultimately, this guy that was talking to me doesn’t make Christmas presents

All I want is dopeness!



More from SXSW 2004 whylin out in the place. SXSW hits Austin next week if you didn’t know I dunno. Appearing here in these pics, me and Jean Grae, Perseph1 and Jean Grae, Play N Skillz, Debby Kandy and Zin, Rob Quest and Me, Roy Mata from Fatal Flying Guillotines, Grit Boys, Slug and El-P, Me and Jon Caramanica and then of course TOSIN it just really went down that year.

Slowly, I felt my natural disinclination toward fragrance (I like my own just fine, thanks) weakening.
—  this is part of an actual, ongoing conversation.