Archive for July 16th, 2007
[ 2 one 5 ] and J Shoes have stuffed the trunk like theyre going on vacation. Instead of heading down the shore, were popping the latch and letting you peek in on a heavy sprinkling of [ 2 one 5] t-shirts in new color ways, re-issues of classic designs, freshly inked special editions, and free giveaways. J Shoes will also be there to knock your socks off with their fresh new seasonal styles and limited edition shoes. While youre rummaging around, the Seclusiasis crew will be pouring sweat through the speakers, and the Bacardi Girls will drench your mouth with nippy, free drinks. So, come on out, peep around, get drunk, dance, and swagger off with a sleek t-shirt on your shoulders and a crisp pair of shoes on your feet.
WHEN: July 27th
WHERE: 707
TIME: 6 -8 PM
707 • chestnut st • philadelphia • pa 19106
www.707resturant.com
RSVP by july 25th
to general@2one5.com
p: 215 . 592 . 7151
July 16th, 2007
From these Mass Appeal/Missbehave covers, a few conclusions can be drawn:
1.) They like the color blue.
2.) They like the color yellow.
3.) They like gradients.
4.) They like the hands on the hips pose.
5.) They’ve downloaded the majority of the fonts from dafont.com
6.) They enjoy making similar covers.
All jokes aside, they’re still pretty dope magazines. Go read ‘em.
July 16th, 2007
So, as always, the inevitable happened. Fate/Destiny took its course. The Phillies notched their 10,000th lose and bronzed their place in history as the losingest team in all sports. Frankly, so what? The only people who really seemed to care, who perched on the edge of their seats in anticipation, who drew excitement from a loss, were the media and rivals–the expected. The players didn’t seem to care, nor did the fans as they stood on their feet, cheering with a perverted sense of pride as Ryan Howard’s third strike blew the digit counter over from all nines. As that fateful bell tolled, it failed to signal anything except the last morsel of the media’s lone bone being swallowed by a predictable, meditated, and trite article that was bound to happen–hardly your crowning achievement or award-winning story. Now what? Go Phillies. That’s all. Instead of trashing the organization that gives you your day job, sports writers, why not get behind the team? Why not lend your hand to the thousands who pour into Citizens Bank Park to watch their Phillies. To cheer and boo with the team. To marvel in their wins. To sulk in defeat. They’re your darlings, your magnificent beautiful sons, when they win, and freakish, hideous monstrosities worthy only of bitterness, unlove, and lashes from the whip when they fail to meet your lofty, unattainable expectations. Show them love, and perhaps, just maybe, the Phillies will trade in the crown of thorns for a trophy.
July 16th, 2007
