Brighton Boys

"Look! up there! It's Ty Page". No it isn't. You're just saying that to distract me from my focus on documenting yet another fine example of the Twinning thing that you seem to be executing oh so well. For me it is your dual endorsement of the slimline 70s skateboard that takes your particular take on Twinning to the next level. Two trends in one... BLAM BLAM. Twinning and Ty Page. Look out for these in 2009.

The Two Shoe Drop

For those that don't know it was this technique of tying one's chucks that inspired the double tongue All Stars. It's an old shot but a goodie and sits well with it's neighbour; the Shell Toes. These were the most Boxfresh kicks I'd seen in a while. Actually, there's been a resurgence, probably owing to their availability in stores, of the classic White Reebok Work-out Low of late, particularly amongst the more clean cut of urban youth. I've been seeing them around, particularly on these freaky warm October weekends that drove people to don shorts in winter, when the presence of sun lent itself to the crispy clean glean of fresh leather. But the Reeboks I've seen had nothing on these. Still fully tagged as if they were on the shelf, this is boxfresh on parade, the proper way.

Quick Drop: Footlockin' n Bodypoppin

Smashments! That's all that could possibly be said about this young fella. He had some sick sounding micro speakers plugged into his MP3 enabled phone, strung round his neck, channeled over the shoulders and carefully positioned in the hood of his choice windbreaking outerwear. Public broadcast on the next level. At least it was actually audible for a change.

Tokyo Bruiser

Woah! look at the size of the tongue! She's really showing it all off!!

This guy just happened to be there. In the middle of the street. On a warm, cherry blossomed spring night in Tokyo. There he was. Just there. Just as you see him here: shorts, vest, retro Adidas, no laces and dyed blonde, goldie golden locks. Then of course there were the muscles. Would you take a look at 'em! Rippling indeed, and doesn't he know it. And doesn't she know it better, tongue all flappy and dribbling. Although this guy was, himself, clearly 'The Champ', he insisted on telling me that his buddy, wearing a full two piece black suit as opposed to the 'muscle man' style, was "the champion". "Champion of Sake drink". With a huge, roaring, almost forced, burst of laughter he pointed a finger at his suited companion, who, at that very moment, proceeded to projectile vomit into the curb in which he lay. Charming.