When I peeped in the window of All City I got that feeling in my stomach I get when I go into a fancy boutique but I'm dressed like a scrub and I feel like everyone is looking at me thinking, "what is SHE doing here?" And I am thinking, "Really I don't always look like this, sometimes I dress like I am rich as shit, so there!" And it is all just wretched?
All City is really cool, and I had no business being in that shop. I know this, because as soon as I stepped inside and began perusing the little plastic Japanese collectible toys that are all bright colors and bulbous rounded edges, the hand spray painted shirts, the rainbow of paints and markers and the, more foreign of all, the extensive collection of hip-hop, disco, electronic etc vinyl, I knew I had no idea what I would do with any of it. Second of all, the staff didn't even bother to acknowledge I, a human being, had entered the shop. I kept looking at him to see if he would look up and smile, but no. Maybe dorks are invisible.
Anyway, I wanted to know what I was doing in there but I didn't. For any street artist or dj, it would be awesome. They probably get a cool "hey" from the guy who works there. Bah. read more