When briefcases first dropped, they were ugly as hell. Hard, square, impractical little shits that, unfortunately, were used frequently within professional settings. Kinda like Republicans. Thank god for this resurrection, b. Briefcases are now as stylish as everything else a GQ model would wear during a shoot.
Sometimes in life, you gotta face harsh truths and acknowledge the fact that you’re not as much of a thug as you’d like to be. All your homies have pitbulls who eat nothing but toes, and you’re laid back in your cozy boy quarters, flexin with your shih tzu. That’s fine, my guy. Just like how all your friends are wearing crip/blood bandana shirts, but you don’t wanna worry about being in the wrong hood while doing so, so you cop this from Native Youth instead. Perfect for any area of Brooklyn.
I NEVER post sneakers because some dude is usually like, “wtf?? those are mad wackkk.”, and I read the comment and cry a little, then remember I’m a thug, then reach for my gat to load it up, then crawl outta my blogging cave to go slap a bitch. But I must say, these are gonna be worth whatever sentence I get when I unleash a few rounds into a grade-A hater.
You can’t tell me you weren’t jealous of Bam Bam because he spit ill game and bagged Pebbles while wearing a shit-stained diaper. Like, you just can’t. What I’m hoping this jacket will do is rub some of that swag off your boy, and onto you. Even if you don’t need extra swag, take it. We don’t give out shit for free lightly around here, b.
Where I’m from, this backpack would be a little sus, I’m not even gonna lie. But the hood is usually three years behind any trend. A goon’s judgement shouldn’t deter you from getting this, because the bottom line is, it’s ill.
And the same dude questioning your sexuality this year is gonna be carrying his drop-offs in the same ill ass bag in 2016. Mark my words.
If you’ve never listened to a word I’ve said before about buying certain things, first off, you’re an idiot because why not? Second off, you’re gonna wanna listen right now. Ovadia and Sons is cement-shoeing your favorite brands this spring/summer with this moto jacket. Like, trained assasins try not to get blood on this when they’re wiping off their katanas and shit. So luxe.
You know how as you get older, you cling to all the great things childhood had to offer, like zero financial woes and being able to shit in your pants and get away with it? This shirt is childhood on fabric. I’ll set the scene: first grade, you, a shitload of watercolors, no artistic talent. Remember how if you showed it to your mom, she’d pat your head and post it on the fridge? Well, that was out of pity, but LOOK HOW COOL YOUR SHITTY ART LOOKS ON A SHIRT!