The Late Vegas Magic Recap!

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I'm late. Who cares. Went to Magic last month with my friend Jenny...

Some studying on the plane (not by me of course).

Touchdown in Vegas.

The first people we see when pulling into the hotel, which is the sign that it's gonna be a good time!

Yes, those are rhinestones on the middle-aged woman's ass and yes, they read "GUN."

The economy's a bitch, even Lot 29's getting touched.

Magic's kinda serene in the morning.

I tried taking this guy's pic four times. This is the best one and yeah, he's staring directly at me. You can't see it, but he's got rhinestones on his hoody, pants and shoes. Note to self: rhinestones are appropriate for any garment.

Nick I was missin' the big camera family.

Be unique 'cuz everybody at magic is so unique they're all the same.

New streetwear brand: Softwear by Microsoft (WITH CAPSULE COLLECTION BY COMMON! OMG!!!)

Magic's got you covered Keith.

Dining in elegance.

Stussy X Fruition X somebody else party. HUGE line but I was rollin' VIP BITCHES!!! I felt like Del or something. And I arrived with a girl....to a sausagefest streetwear party! Crazy!

Party People.

Stussy Art.

DJ Deer in headlights.

Party people IN FLASH! The party was stupid packed, got there at 10:30 and had to take off by 11:30, luckily it was enough time for six Red Bull and Vodkas.

Classy joint.

Where would Hip Hop Site be located? Next to Freakin' Frogs and Whiskey Attic, of course.

Yeah, that's a FOURTEEN dollar combo meal...

..But I found a better place. And a big fuck you goes out to everybody who's been in Vegas with me and NEVER told me there was an IN-N-OUT here! Fuck you Keith, Nick, Mikey, Cam, Dane, Sam Soong, Sam Huff, Brendon and anybody else I've had passing contact with.

Obligatory food pic.

All done.


-- IRA

Daily Surroundings : Vegas Day Trip

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-Nick

Magic 3.0 : Get Me Outta Here

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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