Old dudes are my heroes. I try to snake styles from them, wisdom too sometimes. Other times it’s better to simply admire.

Maybe you’ve heard of the whole tall bike thing, or even seen one before. I hadn’t seen one in a year, until saturday.

I read in a blog a couple of weeks ago that brooklyn industries displayed a tall bike in a storefront. Then the storefront was vandalized because people in the tall biking community don’t want their culture commercialized.

Wildly creative, but impractical. I’d rather make fun.

I bumped into an old acquaintance while shoe shopping today and told him I was out looking for kicks.

“Yeah,” he nodded wistfully. Then he told me that he hasn’t bought a new pair in two and a half years because he’s a sneaker fiend. He said he has more than sixty pairs, and that he had to go, “cold turkey.” After that he recommended a couple of stores.

My look held a question.

“I still like to go look,” he admitted.

It’s not just what’s on the plate, but also where you cut. Because I shoot so many things flat to the lens, I always wonder where to cut. It’s like hip-hop in a way. Sampling or something.

How many times can you embroider the letters NY onto one baseball cap, and are dogs allowed on the subway? And it don’t stop y’all.

Look out honey ’cause I’m using technology.