‘VENGEANCE’ – “All Men Must Die”…A bit strong in fairness but I’ll go with it for Game of Thrones Season 4!
Game of Thrones Season 4 premieres April 6th at 9PM, only on HBO.
Featured song: “Cities In Dust” by The Everlove.
FKA released her first EP in the very last leg of 2012 and inc. released their debut album on Young Turks in February last year. FKA dabbles in trip-hop and inc. appear to be a strict R&B outfit, but the two join forces to bring the best of both worlds in to a solid single. Limited to 400 Black Vinyl 7″.
TweetNudie Jeans introduce the Selvage Tailoring collection as part of their Spring/Summer 2014 line.
“One foot in their classic, Swedish worker tradition, and the other foot in a more tailored realm,” the collection includes; The Fredrik 11,5 oz organic dry denim tailor’s coat, Eino Selvage hemp/cotton mix denim vest, Rufus 8,3 oz organic dry denim pleated jacket and the outlandish Hymer 13,5 oz. organic dry selvage denim kilt. All taking details from nineteenth century Scandinavian design, working around and with the selvedge of the fabric.
Vans Vault team up with artist Taka Hayashi once again for the Spring 2014 season. The lineup includes a number of models such as the Sk8-Mid, Court Lo and Hi, and Derby 2, as they all receive Hayashi’s signature boho Californian aesthetic. The Sk8-Mid comes in a “Chimayo” print in eye-catching red or golden brown, while the Court Lo and Hi come in a loden green colorway in “Pixel Camo” and “Tiger Batik” respectively. Offering a dress shoe option, the Derby 2 silhouette comes in a “Palm” print in both golden brown and navy.
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Tokyo-based atmos introduce their latest collaboration with American outdoor experts Marmot. Marmot’s Wind Lite Shell Jacket comes reworked to feature two striking colorways, adding a distinct ’90s throwback spin to your outfit, in addition to protecting you from wind and rain.
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Alex feebly lifted her tumbler of whisky to cheers the stranger who had been making eye contact with her intermittently for what seemed like forever. He was admittedly handsome, with his scruffy brown beard and inconceivably blue eyes. Perhaps he wasn’t exceptionally handsome by Los Angeles standards, but at 2am, sprawled on a red velvet sofa of the Chateau Marmont, he would do. She boldly sat next to him, her bare thigh two inches from his. He grinned a silly drunken grin.
“What do I call you,” he shouted over the nearly ironic 90s hip-hop tune.
“Alex.”
“Leonard” he said, shaking her delicate hand.
They were both unwillingly coming down from a week long bender. Unbeknownst to them they had attended several of the same parties in the past few days; the fete for the list of the “20 hottest party people in LA”, a private show for a local electro duo, some art thing sponsored by Absolut Vodka. Both yearned to pass out beside awarm body and face tomorrow’s hangover in the company of another degenerate.
“Come up to my room for a whisky,” he suggested.
“Sure,” Alex responded, noncommittally shrugging her bony shoulders.
The two strangers walked hand-in-hand towards the elevator of the infamous hotel, already full to bursting with actors, writers, socialites and musicians, both struggling and successful – engaging in similarly obvious one night stands. As it would turn out, Leonard was an “I work in media” type, who also played bass in a semi-successful LA indie band ironically called The London Boys. Go figure. His suite was on the fifth floor, and it was massive.
Leonard produced an expensive bottle of single malt whisky. “My dad had it sent up for me earlier today.” It was an endearingly boyish comment considering he was well into his 30s. “Ice?” The mere fact that he had asked exhibited to Alex that Leonard was someone who rarely drank expensive whisky, or whisky at all. He was trying to impress her and all the other pretty young things in LA by exhibiting the stereotypical traits of a reckless, indestructible hipster. Even his battered Rick Owens jean jacket, ratty converse sneakers and unshaven face consciously added to this played-out character. Alex ignored the predictability of this scene and pretended it was authentic.
They collapsed like ragdolls on his California king, jostling and nearly spilling their freshly poured nightcaps; his with ice, hers without. She turned towards him and brushed her thick brown hair off her face, once in coveted beach waves, now matted with sweat from hours of partying, purposefully revealing the tattoo on the inside of her left arm.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”
She anticipated his next question.
“F. Scott Fitzgerald said it to his wife.”
“Do you think you’ll get married?” He asked.
“Of course.”
He smiled a genuine smile and she looked down embarrassed; their first unscripted interaction. Pleased in having revealed a chink in her armor, Leonard ventured another bold question.
“Have you ever been in love?”
“I’m not sure.”
Leonard leaned towards Alex and kissed her softly on the lips. She was caught off guard by how much she enjoyed it.
Photography – Stephen Toner
Words – Allyson Shiffman
