Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2009

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

smooth operator

there was a time when we all thought we were untouchable and the camera's shutter click was a masturbatory signal that heaven had been captured.

and then we look back and realize we had the wrong wardrobe.

stupid kid. hook up some kenneth coles and bring your digi into the 3rd floor of club love, son.

potomac, md, 1991

mr. mark would actually like to find his san antonio spurs starter jacket again. he don' wanna catch no cold.

Friday, March 6, 2009

afro connections at a hi 5

'member how people used to say "jewfro?" that was funny, never. keep the hair. drop the jokes. they're tired.

9021fro isn't bad though. i mean, thfrough.

esquire, 1994

mr. mark would also like to ban snoop from being snoop for awhile. you're tired, son.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

i like big thighs and i cannot lies

gorditas, period. estilo, period. let the skinny gals deal "with."

big mamas, you give us men the real hugs we need.

bogotá, colombia, 2006

mr. mark believes you can hear the ocean between big bosoms.

Friday, February 20, 2009

u, black maybe, again, please?

could never tell you who hates who exactly. we all got our prejudices, put the pennies in the jar on that. maybe it's fascination. whenever i tried to kick it to that honey in high school, i'd get mad nervous and start flipping switches to see what she'd respond to. it'd end up with me talking about menstruation or somethin' i had no bizness disgusin' wit her.
same goes for the blackface awkwardness in south america. at least the blacker your face is, the finer you look in a 3 piece stitch, apparently.

cusco, perú, 2006

yo baby, mr. mark can tell you a lot about toxic shock syndrome.