i have a phone based story too.. its from awhile ago but is actually directly dovo related
i am at a cafe where the waitresses are always pretty and like everyone else while waiting to place an order i am on my phone.
i try refreshing my tumblr feed and while its loading i put my phone down to give my order to a nice blonde euro girl.
i changed my mind and asked her back to add something to my order and she stuttered for a second which seemed really strange. she had a french accent so i dunno.. maybe i spoke too fast or something..i hold out the menu to explain and then i realise why she had lost her words.
i had clicked on dovos icon and loaded his tumblr by mistake. i was holding the menu right next to several dat ass pics dovo had just posted - very very not suitable for work. all nice and big
it would have looked like i was trying to show her these pics on purpose because i had called her back over .. and the phone had very helpfully flipped the ass and tits pics to face her way."
I’ve been seeing a lot more of this girl that I’ve been crushing on for a while now. I think she’s actually somewhere in this thread matter of fact. Since i been bout that semi hermit life, apparently that translated to me not giving a fuck about anything (to her at least) and she finds that sexy i guess. So a group of us go out that night, and her and I are all over each other. her friend was there too, this chick is cooler than a cucumber but i heard she can be a lowkey emotional wreck. The nights goin good and shit and we get to talking about sexual partners. I don’t even know how. So the emotional wreck chick (whose drunk now)just recently lost her virginity to some super douche.
She asks me, “dovo how was your first time? and i go well, it was pretty awkward” we all laugh and the attention is now off of her. All of a sudden, this chick just starts crying her eyes out hysterically. nobody knows what to do. The chick i like is just standing there like a deer in the headlights and everyone else is too. she’s still crying and we just hope its going to die out eventually. nope, more tears. all of a sudden she gets quiet as fuck. Then she looks up to the girl I’m diggin and goes, you know, dovo is a really cool guy like he’s so cool, and everyone trying to be there for her now that she’s stopped crying goes ooh yeah dovo, yeah he’s a real cool guy, yeah we love dovo. im just standing there basking in my compliment shower and she looks up and goes, you know, you’re really cool, i like you, why don’t you come around more often, you should come around more often you cool guy. you know, (to the chick i like) he’s a really cool guy stop being a bitch. So the chick i like just clams the fuck up, then i clam the fuck up and we don’t talk for the rest of the night.
Now that i think of it, that was kinda way more awesome than awkward."
Anyway, so to give you an idea of what this graph represents, it’s all Japanese fashion magazines. As most may know, Japanese fashion magazines are very specific and centered around common aesthetics, age and socioeconomic statuses, etc. This idea of partitioning and cordoning is actually very effective and logical, and manifests itself pretty reliably, even outside of Japan like America where style is mostly confused and not identifiable. It’s to the point where we can consider these boxes to be ‘zoku’ (families/tribes) and you can be part of a certain magazine’s ‘zoku’ - like Free and Easy-zoku, etc.
Counter-clockwise from top left:
The box that includes Lightning, Free and Easy is ‘Ame-oya-kei’ = American oyaji look = Americana for old guys. Denim, heritage, repro. Superdenim.
below that in blue-grey with Samurai, Cool Trans, Street Jack = ‘Street-kei’ = streetwear. From Dunks to Kiks Tyo, used to include Visvim but it migrated a bit.
green box = ‘Kireii-kei’ = pretty boy stuff. Not necessarily gay, but not masculine, more cute. This is probably more suited to very young guys, high school age. Not really relevant to most discussion within the English-language fashion internet world.
purple center box = ‘Onii-kei’ = ‘Big brother style’ - Shibuya gal-o kei (the male counterpart to the Shibuya gyaru) - a sub-demographic of the Shibuya-kei (popular from about 1993 to 1996) style that many my identify with the tanned ‘kogal’ look - this is the male counterpart to them, and big brother in a fantasy sense that the guys are older than the girls (who were thought to be young) - this is 109 and Men’s 109, the hairstyles and the clothes - within this realm also exists the Host (bar) look, male prostitution or pimping/scouting type subcultures that have been around the gyaru/gyaru-oh forever, the whole onii-kei look is generally marginalized as ‘cheap’ because well, the clothes are cheap (in relation to other ‘serious’ fashion lifestyles), and the lifestyle has some connotations of the sex industry, driven by the idea of turning to the sex industry rather than taking up a normal job, alternative lifestyles from 1990’s Japan, yada yada. This is mostly in the past and not a relevant aesthetic in Japan, and not what it is in Shibuya nowadays like it used to be 15-20 years ago.
Pink box - Salon-kei = Hair salon stylist magazines. Not really relevant to the English language internet again, because nobody really cares about hair! haha. Anyway, these are fashion magazines, and not exclusively about hair, but they are focused around the idea that Ura-Harajuku/Aoyama/Omotesando hair stylists are creative/stylish types and therefore the focus of these magazines is to show off their own culture, the guys with cool hair and clothes and stylist’s waist bags, etc. Naturally, not everybody in Japan lives near Harajuku and so it’s a moveable piece of Japanese youth culture for the rest.
Grey box- ‘Men’s Non-kei’ = Men’s Non-no, ie young, mid-priced fashion. Occasionally featuring fast fashion, some elements of Mode, but stylized in a Japanese young menswear style. Obviously a huge category worthy of it’s own box, and by far and large, the most important for this particular age group.
Taupe box - ‘Mode-kei’ - this is mode, high fashion. Enough said.
The dusty rose colored box, top right - ‘Ita-oya-kei’ = Italian oyaji kei = Italian old guy style. Men’s Ex. Menswear. Styleforum’s MC.
The N/W/S/E compass points on the edges of this matrix are qualities:
North = unchiku - knowledge - for the data/trivia obsessed
West = for the hobby of ‘clothes’ - i.e. to define ‘Fashion, vs Style’
South = for aesthetic and stylistic interests - i.e. define ‘Style, vs Fashion’
East = for ‘Lifestyle’
Naturally, the intermediary areas are a mix, so Men’s Ex - styleforum MC - naturally, it lies between the area between ‘clothes’ and ‘trivia’
So interesting points to focus on here, just from the descriptions -
-you notice that Superfuture and Styleforum encompass many of these aesthetics, but at the same time, superfuture has ‘superdenim’ that is strictly Ameoya-kei, and styleforum has it’s own counterpart in ‘Itaoya-kei’ with the MC forum. Both are strong, and completely different.
- ‘Onii-kei’ - which many fromthe outside might view as ‘dress up’ or costume-y, or based on fantasy and imagination - that box skews towards the unlikely direction (though not colliding) where Amekaji and Streetwear are floating, because you have to realize that Amekaji and Streetwear in Japan are also dress-up and costume-y in a similar sense. They are niche looks, subcultures ranging from hobbyists (Americana) to almost full-on lifestyle prescriptions (Onii-kei) - and naturally, you can see where Streetwear falls between that, as Streetwear tends to prescribe a certain set of interests on it’s own (perhaps skating and certain kinds of music), but is more livable within normal society than the Shibuya-kei lifestyles.
I’ve added and boxed in where I think Styleforum, Superfuture, TOJ, and Uncontrol exist on the matrix. The groupings of magazines and ‘kei’s are fairly accurate, whereas the size of the boxes are not intended to represent anything… and therefore the representation of overlap is not intended to show anything proportional, just the fact, mainly.
Superfuture and Styleforum, as non-Japanese sites operated in the English language, they avoid Onii-kei, and I’ve shown that in the matrix as well by cookie-cutting them out of the main lasso’d areas.
ok, updated to include SZ, SZ would be the blue area. I don’t want to say that encompasses all of it, because the chart doesn’t have an area for appreciation ‘craftsmanship/artisanship’ beyond the more generic ‘trivia/knowledge’ factor that ties with Amekaji repro as well as Menswear/MC type stuff. One could maybe put a second small cloud of SZ blue up there, but that doesn’t represent the whole idea well IMO.
Anyway, tons of info on this graph, have a look at it and see where you are.
- Drew Keith
a very colorful post from mr.keithTags: #style #fashion #styleforum #superfuture #toj #temple of jawnz #wall of text
According to my sources the sufu downage is not actually 5.0 but just a crash from them trying out 5.0. All will be the same as before. Yay?
edit: Can’t say who it is but he/she is in the upper echelons of the pyramid (scheme).
I know some of you are feeling hurt and abused by this. Some of you must be pressing f5 over and over but don’t worry its not the end of the world.
I just noticed how a few people have no idea that the hat can still be ordered and if you are interested you can cop it in black or navy this time. We need like 24 minimum orders for each colorway to be made.
A little photoshop I did. Yes I am getting the all black one for obvious reasons.
If you want to order one just visit the topic and pm Nixon: http://www.superfuture.com/supertalk/showthread.php?t=304203
Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn’t too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.
This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people’s cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.
Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn’t loan them out “for my safety” but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like “this country is going to hell in a handbasket.”
But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.
He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn’t careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.
No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man’s hand but he wouldn’t take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.
So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow…
But we aren’t done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won’t take it. All I can think to say is “Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor” with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:
“Today you…. tomorrow me.”
Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn’t deal.
In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won’t accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:
“Today you…. tomorrow me.” =]"