Tyga and King Trell. Photo: HypeBeast Let’s get something straight: Underground and/or conscious hip hop is not where it’s at. Sure it might show some kind of intellectual depth to listen to a beat-driven genre for its lyrics, but at the end of the day the thing that’ll keep you coming back is the music. Commercial rap is the jam. I’ve been listening to it since the day I turned 12 with the glee of a drunk girl at her birthday party: ‘OH MY GOD IT’S MY SONG!!! IT’S MY SONGGGG!!!!!’ So when I got the chance to sit in onClick to Continue!
So here we are in sunny Los Angeles, a city that I’ve spent many a week in, but never at my own leisure. This time’s different because I did the only sensible thing any self-respecting human should do when they come here, and rented a car. My first experience driving on the wrong side of the road found me on the 405 from Orange County to Santa Monica, and my apprehensions were put to rest immediately when I realised that driving is driving, no matter where your steering wheel’s located. Who’d’ve thought? Only one thing is certain: It feels amazingClick to Continue!
If I had friends who loved me, this entire photo series would be dedicated to stills from the new Batman film, but sadly, despite the fact that it was so popular that even attempting to buy tickets was a hazardous endeavour, I couldn’t find a single soul to go with me. Instead, what we have here is a jumble of menswear, meals and meetings; of drawings, desserts and drips. The week started with the menswear tradeshows, which I attended with Richard Haines (see his sketch of me at the Man Show, above), and where I saw some of the bestClick to Continue!