Happy Birthday Hulk-a-mania.

Rag & Bone S/S 2014.

Before I begin my review of Yeezus, let me prefix this with a few statements:

• Thank you to Daniel, who sent me this album only after I discovered his e-mail by mistake.
• This is still one of the greatest album titles ever just because I know it pisses off white people.
• This is the first album since 2003’s The Black Album that I’ve listened to entirely without falling asleep or feeling the need to take a break. Then again, the shit is fifteen minutes long and any noise in my ear is a better choice than listening to Bronx people speak.

This album is great production wise. Some lyrics stood out but before the Kanye Army comes out with Yeezy dildos to smack me for daring to blaspheme Kanye West’s lyrical prowess, nothing he said here was over the top genius. This just sounded like Kanye reaffirming what we already know: namely viewing himself as a deity and having to state how much he fucks his women so the gay rumors can go away(not happening since he “impregnanted” Kim Kardashian and has never been seen next to her besides for a photo op). This album was refreshing because it’s definitely better than that last bullshit he released where he tried to put on wax the equivalent of Titanic. Fuck that album and everyone who blew him for it. Don’t get me wrong, the singles were great besides that run away bullshit but it sounded convoluted. His best album to date remains Late Registration and now Yeezus ranks third on his best albums list behind Late Registration and College Dropout.

I don’t have a favorite song but my ultimate respect for this album stems from the fact that sonically this is the closest thing to Wu-Tang Forever. I just remember getting flashbacks to the feeling of that album and Yeezus definitely delivered on that. The other thing this album did for me is answer the question: What would a rap album sound like if Marilyn Manson was the executive producer? Yeezus has some great undertones if you just released the album as an instrumental and took out Kanye himself.

With all that said, it’s a good listen. It will push the envelope and most who listen will have no idea what they’re listening to but Instagram screenshots of them listening to whatever the cool track is for the moment so they can blow Kanye some more. Jay-Z is still the greatest rapper alive, Kanye still ruined fashion and you know who would have really made this album great? Nas. I’m not even a Nas fan but this shit has his name written all over it. This should have been Illmatic 2. Listen to “Send It Up” and it brings back memories of “Thief’s Theme” Nas. Why isn’t this a Nas album? Seriously? Alas.

Thom Browne S/S 2013 Round Gold Frame Sunglasses.

My body has been ready since 2010.

Has anyone ever read these books? As I was browsing for books I stumbled on one of these and noticed they are lengthy. Books like these are good for at least a week as opposed to the usual 200 page bullshit anyone can read while taking a shit. I know it’s a crime for most of you to read something but if anyone has read these, is there actually a story or just some fantasy faggot shit? Your opinions would be appreciated.

I fucking hate H&M. Fuck you and your whoring of labels to the cocksuckers who shop at your stores-read: anyone who lives in/frequents the Bronx; Harlem; the Tumblr generation of stupid bitch. Motherfuck you H&M. What’s next?! Louis Vuitton for H&M? Hermes for H&M? Bape for H&M?

The greatest rapper ever, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake and Nas. I hope this isn’t some fruity remix to another Justin Thicke song.

Roy Hibbert frames the picture of him blocking some loser during the playoffs for his trophy room. Knicks fucking suck.

I got approved on Model Mayhem. I’m still a piece of shit but I’m one step closer to being a piece of shit with certifiable experience.

MM URL: http://www.modelmayhem.com/vacula

After four days of being interrupted by work bullshit, I finally finished Phil’s latest book. The most you can take away from this read is that Phil is a man who devotes himself to the ideal of less is more. My favorite part however was when Phil introduced young Kobe to Michael Jordan and Kobe’s first words were:
“You know I can kick your ass one on one…”
Jordan & Kobe stans must have had a field day with that.
Not the greatest book in the world, but a good book to take your mind off this bullshit weather as of late.