Photo by Aidan Romick

Not Mad

From blink-182 to Lil Uzi Vert: 2016 is the Year of Post-Punk Rap

By Thomas Klepacz

A tweet which stuck with me at the time but that I cannot seem to find now shared my observation; in some variation it asked “am i crazy or does chief keef sound like blink­182 in macaroni time.” Tweets like this seem to share it as well. Writers and artists alike had been commenting on Keef’s punk appeal for some time then, but this seemed to be something totally different. This was not periodic Waka-­esque shouting and yelling; it was two minutes and forty-­nine seconds of vocal inflection from an 18-­year old rapper from Englewood, Illinois that could have come out of Tom Delonge’s throat in 2003.

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Bristol L.A. Blends West Coast Vibes and High Fashion Dreams

by Jackson Howard

Though Bristol officially launched its first collection last year, Tommy and Luke assert that their upcoming collection, set to release this month online and in certain retailers, is their true debut. And with love from Hypebeast and High Snobiety already coming in, and a placement tomorrow night in L.A. at the legendary Gen Art Fresh Faces in Fashion show, it looks like things are only going up. I Skyped with Tommy and Luke ahead of the show to chop it up about the lessons they've learned since their first collection, their inspirations for this season, the influence of Los Angeles on their clothing, whether or not college was a boost or a hinderance to their business and the incredibly rewarding risk of being a young, creative person in 2016.

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Change, Perspective

A Mourning We’ve Become All Too Familiar With: A Meditation on a Crumbling World

by KiNG, Photo by Steve Russell/Toronto Star

I almost didn’t know what to write. I keep fearing I’ll wake up and the words will disappear from my body out of grief. Most days, I don’t know what to do. Most days, I try to figure out what to do. But I am going to take this moment to speak transparently and say: This morning, I woke up to another black man murdered by the police and it seemed as though God decided to go missing. I am not okay because none of this is okay. There is no other name for this than the black condition: to maintain faith when everything points towards doubt.

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