Magic 3.0 : Get Me Outta Here

F r i d a y , A u g u s t 2 9, 2 0 0 8

Wednesday. To the bathroom for a shower. Good morning.


Ira stays needin that hold.


Went to the Pony suite to check in with Capt. Colin & Kevin.

Mikey saw his shoes for the first time.


Just kidding, he loves them. And if they're good enough for Foot Locker Europe to want to pick up for the whole region...they're good enough for Mikey.

Off to Magic again. Oh no.

How convenient. I've always wanted a shirt that read 'The Lube':


Introducing: Marvel streetsleepwear. It's geared towards their 25-40 virgin demographic anyways, so who cares if the ladies don't love it.


I'm hearing THIS is the look the girlies are into.


KILLA. Oh yeah -- it's ONE HUNDRED DEGREES outside. And sticky. And sweaty.


Why not suddenly break into dance for no reason at all?


Now this is streetwear. Bedazzled shoes of different colors or snakeskin boots?


Streetweariors.


I know you don't believe me, but I promise, these guys have no affiliation with Karmaloop.


Tired of checking out the MS Painted clothing offerings? Gather into a corner with 57 guys and 1 girl and talk about what you did last night and the parties you weren't invited to.

There were 29 quickstrikes on hand -- which makes things ok.


Headed to Pool. Which meant I had to walk through the unimaginably even more terrible segments of clothing.

Angelino Denim. Defining awful scenes of LA for decades.


Calvin Klein. Miscalculating Supply & Demand since 1968.


Untouchables.


Trainwreck begins. This freshboy actually wore the SAME outfit on Monday. Mikey's camera will prove so in due time.


Pause.


Fast forward.


And to close out the Magic/Pool tradeshow, here we have the first annual The B.O.P Worst Brand Award.

Skin.Graft!

"Skin.Graft Designs is a cutting edge design house specializing in the precise alchemy of high end couture mixed with underground street-wear."

Exactly.

Here's what Mikey thinks.

"BLOWS."


"men. women. everyone in between."

I hate fashion.

Left the tradeshow madness and swung by UNDFTD/Stussy before grabbing some dinner with my Grandma and Uncle, who live in Vegas.

Ira and I then headed back to the hotel and just walked around w/ the Hecklewood crew to unwind. Much respect to Casino Royale for holding us down with the $1 Michelob and $1 Lime Margaritas...TASTY. Sam Jr. also got wild lucky and won $100 twice on free slots. Bastard.

Decided to just head back a bit early after being so drained from the nights before.

What better way to end the night than a shady 5-8 guy in a jet black suit slyly whispering out offers our way as we headed back.

"Coke and X. Coke and X."

That's Vegas.

-Nick