Subject: Storage of a grass skirt
Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 20:43:43

Hello!

Wanted to ask if anybody has any recommendations about how to properly
store a grass skirt?

Thank you!

For almost two decades, Supreme has existed in a cult-like bubble. Many of their short-run products have a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shelf-life; you’ll pretty much never, ever receive an invite to some Supreme-sponsored open-bar fête (because they almost never happen); and unless you’ve been systematically tracking its product developments on the array of feverish blogs devoted to the brand, or know a mole on the inside who can text you when a new shipment has been delivered, you’ll miss out entirely.

Being sovereign – the supreme ruler of culture – is the brand’s unofficial mission statement; everything is appropriated, recontextualised and refitted in Supreme’s hands to be made better. They’ve carefully chosen to cross-pollinate their homegrown image with unhip but timelessly macho brands like Hanes and The North Face, worked with blue-chip artists such as Jeff Koons and Christopher Wool for their art-deck series, and built ad campaigns around a motley crew of celebrities that have no direct connection to skateboarding, including Kermit the Frog, Mike Tyson and the pop star Lady Gaga.

Part one was published today in The Business of Fashion, part two exploring ‘the creative and commercial philosophies that underpin Supreme’s lasting success’ will be published tomorrow January 11th.

UPDATE An excerpt from part 2:

Mr. Jebbia, however, is playfully cautious about the idea that his small production runs are part of an exploitative plan to skew supply and demand to fever-pitch levels. “The main reason behind the short runs is that we don’t want to get stuck with stuff that nobody wants,” he says. But admitting to a kind of customer trickery isn’t exactly the coolest thing to say, so you let him be. “Let me put it this way,” he adds tellingly. “We work really, really hard to make everything seem effortless.”

(via The High Definite)

I am looking for your T-shirts you don’t wear anymore and they are just sitting in your closet collecting dust.

So I’ve been, like, trying to get some work done today, but I keep drifting off to look at all the fucking red trousers on the Look at my fucking red trousers! blog.

(Thank you, clusterflock friend @peteashton.)

Casey, the stub at the end of my full-windsors is a little bigger than tiny. I share your neck size.

Casey Cichowicz:

Thanks Rick. I often have trouble getting the stub into the keeper. Especially after a few drinks.