mood board 6/23/24

walking out of century 21 yesterday i smelled smoke and the sense memory took me back to the night of 9/11. that’s my primary memory of that day. yes i saw the towers collapse from my middle school window. yes i remember my parents walking home over the bridge. but my god that smell of burning flesh. it’s like how hov said that whenever he boils water the smell of crack cooking comes back to him.

was looking for discount nudies or maybe some polo in my size i found corridor, which is literal fed wear, and the kooples, which is not a real label. the shoe section was probably just as disappointing.

there’s everlasting fires in ghana because of unwanted clothing made for tacky ungrateful westerners. every time i see some bullshit that seems like it was meant to go straight to clearance i think about who had to sacrifice their health and their life in vain. because no one actually wants this shit. human capital dissolving like cotton candy on a hot summer day at coney island.

i wonder if they wear the kooples in ghana in the parts by where these giant flaming piles are. ghana doesn’t deserve this. any of this not just the kooples.