Sunday, May 30, 2010

Mad Love!



Demotivated by the daylong downpour blanketing London yesterday I perused the DVD shelf in search of a distraction. I decided to revisit Mikhail Kalatozov's 1964 Masterpiece "Soy Cuba". I don't want to sound like a film bore, but technically 98% of the films made since this one come no where near it. Made just 5 years after the Batista regime were exiled, and filmed during the Cuban missile crisis, the stylistic approach, ambition and gob-smaking camera work will totally blow your mind.

See the trailer and more clips here.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Toot'brush tek out de dust fasss!

Vybz Kartel - Clarkes from IN-THE-RAVE on Vimeo.

I visited Jamaica in April and as I hurtled through Clarendon from MoBay airport, this came on the radio. It made me proud to be a shoeman and Jamaican.

The version I heard was Duttier than this as it was just Vybez spoken verse extended and cut over and over. Way more Gully. So...
"Clarkes inna suede and Clarkes inna fur! Clarkes inna leather, but suede me prefer!"

Brrrrrrrup!


Thursday, May 27, 2010

Stop me if I sound like a mad person but...


Invisible Socks!



I had always steered well clear of the idea as it was all just too 'Nu-chav' for my sensibilities. I had only ever seen them on Reebok villains, still drunk from the night before with one shoe missing, at Stanstead. They were somewhere on the style barometer near Lynx deodorant, if I am being completely honest.

So I am in Selfridges Sock dept. (second floor, near the chav stuff) looking for some suitable, less sporty, white or off white hosiery to rock with my King Tubby's and Sir Coxsone's.


I have gone, Falke Family, 98% BAUM and Pantherella 100s with the hand linked toe, naturally, when I notice Falke had these 'Invisible Steps'. Now it is not like German's are going to invest heavily on R&D for something only England supporters are going to wear. Possibly with the exception of Crack, I will try anything I can afford in order to have a first hand opinion.

I rocked my invisible socks with my Sir Coxsone's to the Louis Vuitton store opening the other night and it was like going from Lambs wool to cashmere for the very first time. I am living in Forrest Gump type wonderment.

Check it out!
One of my feet is rocking my new 'Falke Invisible Steps'. The other is just plain butt nekkid. Can you tell which is which?This is the closest I have ever come to endorsing another product to enhance the Mr. Hare experience, so don't think it whimsical.

Anyway...I am scaring myself now. I just thought I would share that.