Friday, August 29, 2008

Magic 1.0 : A Hot Damn Mess

F r i d a y , A u g u s t 2 9, 2 0 0 8
It's unlike any other experience out there. Even if you don't have any official business being there, which seems to be a common theme, it's certainly worth a flight out and a $30 hotel room.

The best part is the obviously planned outfits. Strategically coordinated shirts, jackets, hats, pants, sneakers, trinkets, wallets, belts, watches, socks, glasses, braclets and other cranium accessories are all part of the plan.

I opted for my trusty black Jack Purcells and black/neon Lunar Trainers this time around. Comfort and subtlety.

I still laugh when I look back on what I took my first time to Magic.

For FOUR DAYS.
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Monday was quite eventful.

Arrived. Shuttle to hotel. Check in. Monorail to Magic.

And remember -- It's a Multi Cultural Brand Company.
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Thanks Davee.
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Fuck FUBU. This is FORGED. Hard Wear For Hard People.
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Grabbed a street trends report. The douchebaggery has evolved. Ed Hardy Neckties.

Description:
"MMG Corporation, leading designer and manufacturer of high-quality men’s neckwear, hosiery and accessories, has launched Ed Hardy by Christian Audigier Neckwear. This collection of designer neckwear is true to the brand’s philosophy, pairing the California lifestyle and rock-n-roll. The designs of Don Ed Hardy, the “godfather of tattoo,” come to life in metallic signature and t-shirt screen prints, woven and crystal-embellished neckwear. Ed Hardy Neckwear….definitely not your father’s tie!

*Suggested retail prices range from $62 to $235.
*Exclusive design
*Highest quality fabrications and techniques"

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This is the "high fashion" segment. And Gucci Mane is wearing shorts.
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Dear Straight Cash Homey: We're available for hire.
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Onto buffet #1. Flavors is quite delicious.
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You know you're wearing too much color when the rest of the picture becomes orange.
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The worst game on the strip. I've never been so disappointed in my life.
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Took off to some Nike showing at the MGM. We thought it was close to the Convention Center. SO WE WALKED. Which took 45 minutes. Strip was pretty toasty.

First thing someone says to us:
"My dudes, have you guys been to any titty bars yet?"

Ass sweatage = Not a good look.
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Cloudy and 100+. What the HELL.
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Leveraged our assets.
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Jetted back to the hotel. Threw some jeans on. Knocked out two 34oz. mugs @ the Hofbrauhaus. Headed w/ the crew to the Stussy party @ the Palms and got saucy as hell. Where'd that bottle of Goose come from anyways?

Note to EPMD: You're not good enough to "perform" for 20 minutes and do 2 songs. Not 15 years ago...and certainly not now.

Strip from up top.
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4am to close the first day. Good start fellas.

-Nick


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