Fuck Winter

Winter is not playing. She was just fucking with us all, just chilling in the cut, luring us into believing that it was gonna be a mild winter. "Gotcha bitches!"

I hate the people who say they love the winter. You're lying through your teeth. Or self delusional. People weren't meant to live like this--hell, most animals weren't meant to live like this. Bears hibernate. Birds migrate--fucking birds, about the dumbest creatures on this planet, fly south for the winter. The worst part is that there is no comfortable way to dress in the winter either. It's a classic catch 222. Its freezing outside, so you bundle up in thermals, hoodies, and parkas, but inevitably end up with swamp ass when you get inside because the heat is always set at slow roast. If you skip the thermals or some layers, then you run the risk of losing a testicle.

We are about as prideful as we are stupid, hanging on to some abstract loyalty to a geographic location, believing that it somehow authenticates our experience in New York. And yet, after all that.....I find myself freezing here too.

But, it doesn't mean I can't think of the sun......

An Ode to Serena

When everyone counted you out, Miss Williams, you proved them all wrong
You took two years off to expand your career and your horizons
And then everyone shitted on you.

So, you proceeded to enter the Australian Open, after taking "too much time off"
Unseeded, unranked, and dismissed as an effort that was too little and too late
And then you proceeded to dominate the field.

Not only did you win, but you embarrassed the number one seeded Sharapova
You not only beat her, but you put on a clinic
6-1, 6-2, the poor little Russian girl never had a chance.

So Miss Williams, we at Vane salute you
For defying the critics, for doing what you wanted
And then having the last laugh.

Fuck what people say
Self determination is everything.
Game on Serena. Game on.

SOLD OUT

A big shout out to everyone who copped a Fuck Stars Hoodie. Unfortunately, yall copped everything in our inventory in the last two days and we done sold out....

Much love once again for all the support. We'll be doing things big for Spring 07, so we will keep yall posted as things keep moving.

Oh yea, and a friendly reminder. Don't get jacked and keep track of your shit!

Mo' Stars

Just some dope images of the hoodies taken by Miss Nastassia Davis. Big ups once again to Mo. The hoodies have been selling like hotcakes, so much love for all the support. Vane wouldn't be possible without yall, and never underestimate how much it means to us. We'll keep bringing the fire, and yall keep supplying the wood.

Fuck Stars Hoodie

We’re almost ready to drop the Spring ‘07 line, expect it to be out in a couple of weeks. But for now we’re gonna drop the Fuck Stars hoodie for you to check out what’s sitting in sealed boxed at the Vane Crib.
Again untill the whole line drops the hoodie is exclusively available to the Vane Family. So make that move ‘cause we only produced a limited number of these.

Vane Bling

Over the weekend, we shot our Spring 07 Lookbook. Big ups to Nastassia Davis, our incredibly talented photographer [peep her work at http://aarika.deviantart.com/], and our boys Mo, Baltra and Poo for beasting the coldest day of the year, rocking Vane Tees in the frigid ass weather. Man, I was cold for you guys, and believe that I thank yall from the bottom of my heart. Respect.

We also got our jewelry sample which we made with jeweler Gregg Wolff, and the final production piece will be dropping with the rest of our Spring gear. It's a mixed religion piece, fusing the Islamic Moon, the Jewish Star, and the Christian Cross in one pendant, with "WE ARE ALL VANE" engraved on the side.

Believe me kids, this is not a game. Expect all kinds of fire as we keep things rolling, and we will take all yall along for the ride.

Brooklyn

Four kids, one per grade from first through fourth, trailed their mom across the street.

The littlest lagged behind, taking some time to stomp on the ice formed where the street met the curb.

The wind blew and the lady collected her children and crossed the street, her ducks in line.

MLK

Of course it’s easy to get caught up with the everyday hustle, so damn it when we get a day off, we deserve it. But while everybody chilled and enjoyed their day off, I thought that a short note on the Man that made your three-day weekend possible was in order.

There’s little I can say about Martin Luther King Jr. that hasn’t already been said and understood. His fiery oratories and civil rights work can’t be understated or forgotten, and his legacy will always be intertwined with America’s messy and troubling history dealing with blacks and minorities. His dream is still in the distant future, but strides are slowly being made.

In the thirty-nine years in Dr. King’s absence, there has yet to be a person that has been able to unite and catalyze any group of people the way in which Dr. King was able to motivate the nation around his words and his cause. But more than any single speech, it was his intangible qualities, his conviction in himself and his ideals that left a lasting impression on me as a child and continues to this day.

Today’s MTV generation idolize rappers, athletes, and actors, and social causes are seen as marketing exposure. And then there are people like Paris Hilton who are famous for…being famous. And slutty.

I wonder how successful Dr. King would be in our era of FOX “News” and media conglomerates. Would his message be heard in today’s obnoxiously hypermediated culture?

In any case, Dr. King, you are sorely missed.

Like a baby dinosaur we take ought-seven.

Welcome to 2007.