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Grind Like ClockWork… Tick, Tock, Tique, Tonne

18 Mar

In my constant obsession with shoes (i should be on MTV for True Life: Im a Shoe Addict) I set out last week to rue Tiquetonne to peep the WeSC Concept store and found some nice little surprises along the way. Turns out, on this lil rue pieton (an entirely pedestrian street) there are a myriad of quaint urban stores and shops, most of which i had never heard of. There was even a great Coq Sportif store. Real nice. Plus there were no cars so it made for a solid shopping atmosphere. It was interesting because, for the most part, i associate (and probably rightfully so) urban wear with America, skating and the like, and to see these real good shops on such a uniquely French street was crazy. It was narrow, cobble stones, the kind of things that is cute but entirely too impractical to have in a younger country like America. Not to mention that it was hard enough to walk on the cobble stones, let alone to skate board. that would have been impossible. The contrast btw the environment and the retail was insightful and a real good sign for urban culture. If we can penetrate places like this, we must be everywhere. I also hit this store Shinzo, nice collection of shoes under the floors and decent on the shelves but the staff was acting bunky… gave me a bad vibe. There was also the only Nike 6.0 retailer i had ever seen next door, they had some real nice dunkers under the floor too. A day of shoes and clothes followed by an irish coffee… yea.. im winning

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Great concept.. the rotisserie shoe… loving it (even more then MickeyDiesel)

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Can u name all the dunks? winner gets a pat on the back… :)

Mo Fiya Concert

10 Mar

Me Wan Say big UPs to Yimothé fa dem Videos

Wayne is {Swimmin} n BUX

10 Mar

YEAS… wayne in paris. it was a wrap. seriously a wrap. He came out to {make it rain} and killt it… i mean it was really a mosh pit from start to finish. I literally was takin 7 steps foward then 3 to the left and 8 back as the crowd swayed all around. Craziest shit ever.

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A french bruh named Al Peco opened… was way more crack then i expected… pretty deep too..

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Andre in Real Life

9 Mar

I just watched Dan in Real Life, the movie with steve carell. First off, i thought it was going to be funny. It turned out to be more depressing for the most part with little funny blips in the midst of a swamp. The reason it was depressing though could be much more related to personal experience that to the movie itself. As it were, Dan, played by Mr. Carell, is at his family cottage with the whole fam, uncles cousins everything, and ends up in love with his brothers girlfriend. Now, the depressing thing about the whole story was that, in being in love, dan ends up fucking up and ostracizing himself from everybody in his family. The thing that got me was the sentiment of being the man on the outside of the circle, looking in, wanting so much to be a part of something, without it being forced or feeling awkward. The reason this made me so sad is because, even watching Mr. Carell act like he was left out, made me remember times when i had felt this same sentiment, times that span back to childhood and that very much mark the way i act on the daily. This whole thing, after i had significantly vented my sadness to every open ear around (and by open ear i mean any person on AIM i could find), made me think how much childhood shapes adulthood. It seems as if, as a child, one is supposed to do things and make mistakes so as to learn for adulthood, when, in fact, children make mistakes that designate adult action and reaction, but do not lead to some rationalization of situations based upon past experience. I do not look at dan and think, o its ok, he will realize his errors and find his way back into good graces for one because its a movie or for two because he is a person and thats wat happens. Nor do i look at him and say, well this will be a good learning experience for him, he will know what not to do in the future. No. No, i sit here, watching, and slowly i become overwhelmed with sadness. Deep Sadness. A sadness that i cannot control and that took me a good fifteen mins to pinpoint and hold down. A sadness that i knew had nothing to do with the movie. In my mind, humans attempt oh so often to distinguish themselves from animals, those lesser beings, but at the end of the day, everything, even emotion, is primarily instinctual. A subconscious reaction to one’s life experience. Not to say that humans cannot over come these guts reactions through rational thought when given enough time. But who are we to judge a dog who bites because it feels threatened when we do the same, in a bar, outside a club, in the playground, when a kid makes u jealous so you make fun of him, in the office, in the Iraq, everywhere. Know who you are, truly, deeply and through and through, and if you, then and only then, can you try and know something about another.

… she [said] im the {coolest}

8 Mar

FriNightLights…Paris Social Club… Cool Kids… nothing better… its a small intimate venue n they came to rock… moreover, i listened to this dj Marvy Da Pimp from Paris n Zombie Disco Squad from the UK both came with the heat. The venue is real nice, I had been there once before n i like the ambiance and the people. its a hip lil spot, as much as i personally dislike the idea of the being hip for hipster’s sake. Plus i was out there wit the fam, Yim, DJ mJ, sarita. Real solid. Plus we met some cool Americans up in the front, from Minneapolis. I threw together a lil video from the night… not so good in terms of sound quality but hey… its a simple pocket cam…. enjoy
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The American Bruhs in the back.. Brad n Stevie

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That Crowd Surf though… i missed the pic of Chuck Inglish Doin it too… hella funny cause he didnt make it up the first time lol

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How is bruh gonna jack my swaggy though… like i dont rock the mickey sweatshirt all day

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N a lil foreshadowing of WAYNE at the end…. hmmm

Immigration Nation

7 Mar

Doin the class thing, had to head out the cité national de l’immigration at the palais de la porte doree. Its a pretty ironic place to have an exhibit dedicated to immigration in the same place that was originally built for the 1931 colonial expo, an expo that featured “peoples of the world” on display. Yes, more like a human zoo. so now, despite the awful pictures on the outside of the building of the “ways in which the colonies give to France” (which was exclusively represented as material goods) and the inside salon des fetes representing the “ways in which the French give back” (by instilling virtues such as peace, science, and art, cause their was none of that in africa.) either way it was pretty weird. The website said that it was a logical place for the exhibit, attempting to draw a connection between immigration and colonies and i suppose the appeal for France within Europe that was created by the original Expo. The upstairs exhibit was a little over put together and scattered at the same time. If your ever in Paris you should stop by and then lend me your thoughts. Anyways, i wrote a lil thing for class abt my observations so i figured id throw it up see wat ppl thought. But again, the cute girls made the museum that much better..

And to make matters worse, my american professor tried to tell me i was being too biased in my essay… so im being racist by not liking the inconsistency of representation btw the races….

Give and Take?

The Cité Nationale de l’Histoire de l’Immigration opened in 2007 with the goal of being a major element in the social and republican cohesion of France, by not only highlighting the importance of immigrants to the history of the country but also using France’s global influence, via the colonies, as its base . The latter portion of the museum’s mission makes the site a perfect fit. The museum sits inside what is currently referred to as the Palais de la Porte Dorée, the same Palais that hosted the 1931 Colonial Exposition. The architecture of the Palais, as expected, was designed entirely to highlight and compliment the goals of the original Expo and, in turn, makes for an interesting interaction with the current exhibit.
For the French, the Colonial Exposition was designed to highlight the power of the French Empire, while also portraying the utility of the colonies to the French people. The immense and intricate bas-relief that spans across the entire front of the Palais de la Porte Dorée encapsulates this goal. The 1100 m.m that the bas-relief covers were designed by Alfred Janniot to present a scene depicting the ways in which the colonies brought riches, through goods and otherwise, back to the French people back home. Janniot created his bas-relief in a way in which the different peoples represented are all working to send riches back to France, which finds itself in the middle of the tableau, near the main door to the Palais. The far left of the building features a large elephant, and, moving towards the center, Africans carrying bundles of goods and loading them onto colonial boats. On the far right, Janniot placed more animals, and then Asians, harvesting, carrying bags of goods, and loading those onto colonial boats. Janniot shows the ways in which the people of the colonies worked with the French to bring the goods from the colonies to the homeland. Centered in the bas-relief are bigger cities, in clear juxtapostion to the savagery of the outer portions of the scene. There, ladies, clad in clothes lounging are representative of the more advanced cultures that could potentially lend technology to France.
Inside the Palais de la Porte Dorée lies a mural that spans 600 m.m and covers the entire main hall, the “salle des fêtes”. This fresco was realized by Pierre-Henri Ducos de la Haille, and portrays the reciprocal action of the bas-relief, representing the intellectual and moral influence that the Republique had on the colonies. Ducos de la Haille encapsulates the notion of the “Mission Civilisatrice”, which was the idea that France had a positive influence on its colonies by providing a civilizing force, through education and the French language, that would enable to colonizes to one day become a part of French society. The walls of the room are filling with depictions of natives in their native environments, living and doing as they would normally be, juxtaposed with depictions of French women in different garbs surrounded by banners, indicating each woman’s category: Paix (peace), Justice (justice), etc. The salle des fêtes was transformed into a means of propagating the way in which the French, through the “mission civilatrice” could move these “savages” from their primitive lives to be able to live amongst the civilized Europeans. Through these various virtues, savages could be turned into people.
Despite the seemingly positive nature of both the bas-relief, and the mural, each does not fail to provide vast visual distinctions between the French and the “others”. The “Africans” on the outside of the Palais have exaggerated muscles, jagged facial features and lips the size of bananas, that never seem to be fully closed, giving them an ape-like characteristic that does not fail to highlight the lack of intelligence perceived in these people. They are all looking in haphazard directions, sometimes with their necks turned in the complete opposite direction of their bodies, while they climb and grapple in a low to the ground stance, as if they walked nearly on all-fours. The “Asians”, on the other hand, all sport coolie hats and have nearly closed eyes; not one has an upward gaze, unable to look anywhere but down, subservient and docile. Inside, Pierre-Henri Ducos de la Haille’s descriptions are even more grotesque and disgusting. His “Africans” have skin the color of charcoal, are bowlegged and have heads more akin to a mango then any human skull. They are all naked, either carrying things on the “flat” top of their heads or feeding their babies, contrasting with the white missionaries with their saintly beards and white robes. The “Asians”, again, wear coolie hats, sport shorts and are completely phenotypically stereotypical. A nun bandages a child with her father, both having foreheads so big that they seem to have a birth defect. The white women, who embody the “mission civilatrice” stand in triumphant poses, well fed and noble-looking. While the Expo was supposed to highlight the interaction between
“us” and “them”, never was it meant to show any similarity or equality between the two, especially concerning intellectual capacity.
The Palais de la Porte Dorée was truly created with the stage of the Colonial Exposition in mind. The Palais, from outside to in, provides a look into the primary objectives of the Expo itself. On one level, the information on how the colonies provide useful goods and wealth to France shines immaculately and on another, the way in which the French can tame the savages and turn them into humans speaks loudly. Despite this “positive” give and take, the savagery of the others never fails to show itself. Within the Colonial model, there was never room for the intelligence of the colonies or space for any desire to maintain their “primitive” cultural tendencies. All in all, the Palais was a great success and provides an optimal stage for the propaganda that the French government wanted to feed its people and the world.

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I did find my house though…

a lil SAPpetizer

4 Mar

Bringin it back for the high school bruhs… the sap.. i was out here at broheme tim house, coolin wit some frenchies discussin the intricacies of Mafematiks and anTHROpology (ok.. i see u MadTV) politics and actually pondering cinema and pictures and stuff. It made sense, since dudes were a film crew from the Fac and a director of a 20 min short film. Anyways, being me, i was sippin on some nice tropical tasting drinks that my partna had handed to me. I went to re-up and i notice the juice was called SAP… i flipped… cause of course i used to sap everything in sight.. if u kno abt it u do… if not get like me… SirFreshOUTtheRapper… ghost

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The Parisian Weekend Warrior

4 Mar

Sadly enough, i have been reduced, in my infinite old age, to the status of weekend warrior…. in hoop terms. Since im out here in Paris, where it is rather inconvenient for schedule to go far out of my way to find a gym for hoopin or lifting for that matter, i have been sucked into only playing on weekends. It doenst help that the exercise culture that we find in America is no reciprocated here, making things that much harder. On weekends, I go play with my boy Tim from Yale who is out here studying like me (shout out to Tim, i got u bruh). While out there, i noticed a few things that differed strongly from American streetball, that were possibly more apparent then the funny funnel shaped key. First off, no one plays full court, even when there is nobody on the other side, no matter how many ppl are waiting to play or not. Second, they take the ball out of bounds wherever it went it, really weird, because it causes a half court transition with people taking the ball out when your not ready. Also, you can play right off the check. Forgetting this caused my man to score numerous open jumpers. With all this being said, i cannot neglect the style of play, where more people looked like either 3rd grade girls basketball or were shooting running kareem style hook shots.

Possibly more interesting then all this is the person i met at the court. So, ill take you back to the first weekend i spent out on the not so sunny courts. I saw this kid, lookin younger and significantly shorter then me, dunking, btw the legs, three60 everything. So, of course, first thing i think is the hoops must be real low on the court that he is on. Come to find out, the next weekend (which was actually this past weekend) that he is actually 26 and moreover that he used to run with slam nation. I dont know how much you guys know about slam nation, but those guys have serious bounce. And, this kid, Yann de Blaine, not only was running wit them, but has hella videos on Utube. crazy stuff

The conclusion of this post will begin with the conclusion of my day at the courts. Me, out of shape, winded and American, i thought it was a good time to start dunking after the games were over. I had almost dunked on this french dude while we were playin (foul, i kno corny, but true) so i figured id get a good one down and go home. I had matt throw me an alley and after i caught the thing, cocked it and everything, i came down with blood trickling down my fingers. Worse finger rip on a rim id seen since ChouChou in high school. I took it back to Tim’s to get fixed up, had to hit it with this crazy ass alc whose origin or actual usage still eludes me. End of the day, the weekend warrior comes home with some cuts and scars, but always with a story to tell…

being corny is so easy… lol

Blood n Dirt

Yikes.. infection Connection

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Dont ask wat kind of alcohol that is

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Gastronomical Invasion!

13 Feb

Long my weeks of being here, I have tasted many great things, and, to my surprise, not many not so great things, though that might just be because i have made safe choices. Either way, i cannot say that i have been dissatisfied with the taste of the food our here in paris (portion size ≠ giant, but ok). With this being said, after a couple weeks, my palette, as liberal and accepting as it might be, started throwing a fit. Therefore, I took some time, made an appointment, to see wat was wrong with my palette. Subsequently, my palette informed me that if i didnt find it something to eat that it knew, it was going to go on strike. And no one wants a palette strike going on. Terrible consequences can ensue, lack of taste in anything one eats to start, but maybe, the palette gets the stomach down with the strike and then the throat or the immune system and next thing you know you find yourself throwing up all the while being sick as a dog. NO NO NO. i was not going to let that happen, i like my palette way too much.

So, with the goal of satiating my lowly and confused palette, i set out for Breakfast in America. I was informed by a friend a few days before that this culinary sanctuary for those who fancy american things like pancakes and skippy peanut butter existed, and was in fact supposed to be a real american diner. This seemed like the greatest solution, being that i love diner food, and i should be able to get a large portion as well. Nachos, chicken wings, eggs, CHEDDAR! they had it all. I settled for my usual, BBQ chicken sandwich with cheddar and onions, both grilled and raw. I even threw in some chicken wings on the side. The wings came first, and with them the first reminder that , despite the diner decor and the booth seating, i was still in france. They came with no sauce on them (the
people at Original Buffalo Wings would have been pissed) and just a lil bbq on the side. They were good, but not as messy or Buffalo-y as the wings that i have grown to love. Then the chicken burger. Usually, when i have a chicken burger, i have to commit to eating the whole thing once i pick it up because there are so many things falling on to my hands that i must wash them after (brings to mind the old Carl’s Jr. slogan: “If it doesnt get all over the place, it doesnt belong in your face.”) This one was not such. There was a teaspoonful of sauce, and it came on a brioche bun. it was much cuter then it was massive (or American). I had a friend who ordered breakfast that did come with some nice pancakes though. In all, my palette left satisfied and my stomach, as it has been for these last weeks, left without a full tank. I would recommend BIA because i did feel at home and did have a good meal, but dont over gas yourself into thinking your going all the way back to America as you step through the door.

PS: confession: ill b back there within the next two weeks ;)

Diner Look

tha Giant… still eating French sized Portions

His Milkshake Tasted just like US

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To Tokyo… all in a metro ride

11 Feb

At the Palais de Tokyo, once i finally made it past my appreciations on the way there, i was privy to some very nice artwork on the inside. The way i walked around the museum had me start with some cubist Picasso and end with some very interesting *cough*weird*cough* videos (not that video art is not great, but at the same time i dont always understand what ppl are going for). In between i did stumble upon a great number of gems, a series of which brought tattoo art to mind. I have a great affinity towards tattoos so i figured i would share these WWII inspired pieces to give you a glimpse into the cartoon realistic mesh that blends very well in tattoos. Not to neglect the fact that this art is ridic in and of itself, but this style would also look great on a sleeve or on someone’s back. But, at the end of the day, art in all forms is a means of leaving one’s reality and entering the reality of the artform, even this writing. Dont call it the simple life again. HA

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I also peeped this nice blue painting. I liked how they used the numbers for the living things in on the canvas because otherwise i would never have seen the tiger hiding in the grass… Im blue

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