STYLE GUIDE: DIRTBAGS ARE PEOPLE TOO

All of the sudden, it's fuckin' April, and Mr. Hood and I are looking forward to New York's sometimes pleasant/always crazy spring weather--not to mention the looming sweaty drunkfest that is summertime in NYC.  


So, it's time for some new duds, and so, without further ado, we present to you Yo Stevie's very own "Dirtbag's Guide to Style." 


You can expect additional updates--and special, muy bueno guest contributors--in the coming weeks, but today we're starting off with three simple items.  Spring means that it's gonna be wet n rainy, it's gonna be hot and then cold and then windy, and you're gonna wanna be outside n shit.  


With these factors in mind, here are a couple essentials we at YSH have got our peeperz on:


1) Anorak Attack Motherfucker!  Rain sucks, but you know what else sucks?  Umbrellas.  They break all of the time, plus they're nerdy and not super effective; also, if it stops raining, you have to carry that shit around.  That's why a versatile anorak or rain jacket of some sort is the best move--stay dry, look cool and a little like a Japanese street thug.  On a loosely related note, in the UK "anorak" is a slang term with meanings similar to Japan's otaku.  Or so says Wikipedia.  Actually, in writing this paragraph, I realized that B. Hood and I have been using the term "anorak" for weeks now, in an entirely inaccurate way.  I guess an anorak is more of a heavier jacket/lighter parka.  But you know what?  Fuck that, I like the word.     


If I were a baller, I'd probably cop this sweet Paul Smith rain jacket.


2) Born Slippy.  Listen, in summer, stuff gets all sweaty.  Including your feet.  So you wanna keep 'em cool, and not cramp their style with some socks.  Let those dawgs breath!  (I used to have an aversion--some would call it a neurosis--about wearing shoes without socks.  I got over it)  Plus, you can get some sweet street stompers that just slip right on and right off; like these Fred Perry's I saw at Shoe Market last week.  You never know when you might need to take off your shoes like really, really fast.     


3) Carry Your Shit Around.  Ignore any stupid "jokes" from douchebags in your office about "Murses" etc.  When they're sweating a cell-phone shape through the pocket of their distressed A&F denim, or, like, holding a bunch of crap in their hands, you'll be bounding around like a gazelle, hands free to scale fire escapes or smoke two cigarettes at once.  That's because you'll be rocking a light weight yet oh so necessary bag of some sort.  YSH recommends grabbin' one of these streamlined, mildly futuristic totes from Muji.  And if you want them to, they fold into their own little carrying pouch. 


Cool.    

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