black out: ping pong champ wally green vs. NYC


aaah ping pong… you gotta be super geeky or super cool to play it, but you gotta be super. this thursday november 17th from 6-8:30 at the conran shop at ABC home in NYC. and here’s the rsvp, hope that’s ok since no one reads our blog i guess we are allowed to post it: rsvp@conranusa.com. if you are in town stop by for drinks, music and a chance to beat the “table tennis champ” (p.s. what the f is table tennis). ping pong table by swedish designer johan liden of aruliden. by dd

you can become the “greatest” not just by what you do, but sometimes by what you chose not to do…


talk about heroes (P.S. here’s a spelling trap for you, it’s heroes with an extra e, not heros, i guess they had some extra e’s lying around when they came up with that one. go figure why?) here’s a man who stood for something and was willing to sacrifice for it. what loser celebrity today does anything to that extent? if they take on a cause, it’s from the safe list of PR approved deeds that will surely bring them praise; like saving cats, or collecting a child from every race, breast cancer, and so on. no one takes on anything that would potentially hurt their career. not that that should be the good reason, but trust me that its no coincidence that those causes are all socially approved. ok, maybe you can spare sean penn on this one. by dd

the samurai collection: fall/winter 2012

why isn’t anyone doing a serious samurai collection. this would be awesome.  let’s see who could do it…rick owens maybe? rei kawakubo maybe? hussein chalayan? givenchy? sorry what they did had nothing to do with this… the trick is not to kack it up by making it weird or what has become to be known as “modern” – meaning crap. just great fabrics, dim colors, and simple but well cut well cuts. samurai style. by dd

history of hip hop: tougher than leather, run dmc


add that to the greats. i was never a hip hop fan and i’m still not. hip hop to me, lacked everything i loved about reggae and embodied everything i hated about pop. hip hop started in bronx when jamaican transplants brought their block parties with them to bronx. they played their 45’s and toasted over them. the kids picked that up and rap, hip hop were born. it was a form of music that required nothing but a turntable and a mic. unfortunately the consumerism of the american culture lacked the socio-political debth and street savvy of kingston and the ethereal rasta culture. so it didn’t take long before its demise, instead of social issues and a humble side of love the music became about hoes, stupid pride and money. when it was about politics it was for no more than a moment. we will spare run dmc in this categorical dis and leave the rest to suburban kids and their baggie pants from gap. by xy