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I don’t know about you guys, but I spent this whole week researching what it would be like to become a beekeeper. It’s clearly a lot more work than someone of my constitution should ever consider partaking in, but I still spent a good chunk of my only time on this Earth learning about all the species of honeybee, and which would be best suited for my hypothetical, nonexistent bee farm.
Being an apiarist (that’s the technical term, FYI. You’re welcome) is definitely a strong look, because you get a to use a whole bunch of specialized tools and clothing. The more accoutrements a particular hobby requires, the better the hobby. That’s simple science.
Right now I’m trying to move to the outskirts of a small liberal arts university’s campus, raising rare honeybees and dinner plate Dahlias. I’d make zero money selling dank organic honey, but it’s cool because in all of my agrarian coke dreams my spouse is from an independently wealthy family and the bee business is more a zen-like side project to make me seem exotic and unusual. I’d basically be a farmer, but really I’d just live on a dope ass estate and watch a lot of Martha Stewart gardening deepcuts on youtube.
Speaking of deepcuts and coke dreams, Nike made an all-white version of the Air More Uptempo and was nice enough to throw a beeswax-colored gum sole on it. This is a very dope shoe, and I think they would look very dope with some baggy OD green cargo pants and like, a mid-length cagoule, and a very technical backpack. That’s what I would wear if I was going to Trader Joes, which is where I imagine plenty of the other bee hombres do a lot of their shopping.
They are newly built apartments next door to my building and, in order to assert our dominance in the neighborhood, I have decided to wear only the dopest dog walking gear from now on. Reigning Champ gear is perfect for a quick walk around the block with a dog that is super mean to me. Seriously, my girlfriend’s dog treats me exactly the way I imagine Martha Stewart treats a really likeable, but generally incompetent employee. One time we had a standoff because she wanted to go left and I wanted to go right and she fucking won even though I was holding the leash.
I really like this editorial featuring Conducta. I really like the Umbro pullover. I knew this girl in high school that always wore Umbro shorts rolled up a bunch of times at the waist, and one time she invited me over her house and she told me her house “was the one with the penguin out front” and by “penguin out front” she meant a seven-foot fucking penguin. For whatever reason, her dad thought it was a dope thing to have in front of their house. So, whenever I see Umbro I think of that girl and seven foot penguins. Which makes me want that pullover even more.
Lastly, I don’t have anything funny or particularly poignant to say in regards to this great piece on Yohji Yamamoto. In fact, I think in light of this week’s events it’s just nice to read about how some of the best fashion in the world was created in the face of loss. Let’s hope someone reading this applies that same principle to something fucking awesome and purple in the near future.
See you waggle dancers next week…
– Jon Moy
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