Emory Douglas

Bought this copy of Juztapoz magazine at the Citadium in Paris, what a freaking find. I have always wanted a gang of posters by Emory Douglas and to read an in depth interview of the Oakland native was Gold. Check out some of the most iconic images to come from the most militant era of the Civil Rights Movement.

Wanted Jordans

If you have any of these Js, your collection is better than mine. I dream of owning any of these. The search continues.

Jordan 2 Premio Bin, oh so Presidential.

That classic O.G Ting

Clean

Mars 3s. I actually saw these a couple years back but got the 4 true blues instead.

Seven Bins

and last, rarest J ever (Th Lazer 3s) havent even seen pic of people wearing these.

Balenciaga! let the hunt begin

Balenciaga’s men’s basket basse sneakers from Spring/Summer 2011 collection in orange.

These sneakers feature a material mix of orange and brown leather, a shiny black fabric with decorative striated stitching, a silver grey structured firm fabric and another black structured fabric. They are laced up with black shoelaces and have a see through rubber sole.

KingTubby

Damn a Smurf Movie

They just don't stop finding new ways to ruin my childhood memories

The smurfs in central park "GTFOH"

I can't front on the CGI Smurfette

Brainy AKA Trotsky

I feel you Grouchy, "I hate the new smurf movie"

why they make Clumsy look like those awful baby smurfs?

And why the smurf is Gutsy playing Mel Gibson?

I blame you Papa, had to be an internationalist. Damn you Marx.

POWA Video

POWA!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ug7y8w

(Download Link)

To every girl I cheated on

Disrespected, beat on, called a whore,

Peed on, had sex with illegal, put hands on

Raped, slapped, love you, didn’t say it back,

Ladies I disappointed lied to and misinformed,

If you cry, I’ll listen for you

Now I am living for you

To every sister annoyed, pissed with these ignorant boys

That took what you build, destroyed

I’ll dream what my son draws, a pencil stick happy home

And sing what you’ve come for

No one man should have all that power

We put our seeds into school they get deflowered

From sweet sixteen to 20 something sour

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

I shine my Thomas Edison on this heart-wrenching incident

Butt naked telling it, like surely there’s some better men

Looking at my reflection, cracking on better inspection

What all these headlines mention, is a judgment not just a sentence

Don’t examine the evidence

That is just irrelevant

Cuz Akona’s testament implicates my better sense

I wanna kill that specimen, hang him from a leather belt

But then again, it’s probably best to raise a gentleman

So when he turns fourteen he’d be the one protecting her

And when they talk orgies it wouldn’t make sense to him

But that’s later, this is now, the part to play is big and proud

Brave heart, love the scars away speak it out aloud

No one man should have all that power

You put your hands on a woman, are you a coward?

Lady that’s not your shame, that there is ours

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

Can we march, picket, shout, scream,

Pass a law; wipe clean all her bloody bad dreams

Call Miss Patricia De lille, fix the ill, Helen Zille

J. Malema, help us heal

If JZ’s not with us he cannot get elected still

DJ Fresh, play a tune, make me forget it’s painful

Can we affect a change too, so sex doesn’t scare you?

I wanna kiss your earlobe, whisper you my hero

Take you out to party people where the music isn’t lethal

I am T from the V

That means my speech isn’t speech bro

You don’t have be Jules High

To have to sink to these lows,

That act is old De Niro

Apartheid Ghost, Lesilo

Adapted to the evil, we are drawn to it Zapiro

No one man should have all that power

We put our seeds into school they get deflowered

From sweet sixteen to 20 something sour

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

To every girl I cheated on

Disrespected, beat on, called a whore,

Peed on, had sex with illegal, put hands on

Raped, slapped, love you, didn’t say it back,

Ladies I disappointed lied to and misinformed,

If you cry, I’ll listen for you

Now I am living for you

To every sister annoyed, pissed with these ignorant boys

That took what you build, destroyed

I’ll dream what my son draws, a pencil stick happy home

And sing what you’ve come for

So if you fed up with it

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Help your sister bare witness

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

You’d better be standing aint no sitting down

When we do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Hate the act, love the child

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Boom!