SHOP AT CITY APPROVAL!
We’re back! Vegas was definitely everything we wanted it to be. The drive went faster than imagined, and although it was tiring it still didn’t stop us from picking up a bottle of Ciroc and staying up until we got to see that Vegas sunrise. After a quick three hour power nap, we all woke up around 10AM to grab a quick bite to eat. Next on the list was to finally find and consume our first Fat Tuesdays so we could really get Vegas going properly. Unfortunately even after we downed each of our drinks, we still weren’t feeling the alcohol. So in the meantime while we waited for the rest of our friend to meet up with us, we decided to head to the Wynn shopping center. After some shopping we all decided to split up in our separate directions. Alex and Kaitlyn went to The Cosmopolitan, while Cody and Gooby roamed around the Venetian, as Zack, Minnie, and I ventured through The Mirage. After going around grabbing a couple drinks and watching Zack come up 500$ somehow through slots, everyone decided to meet back at the hotel to finally celebrate the night together. Eventually everyone except for Kaitlyn and Alex were back in the hotel enjoying some 7&7’s. Finally Alex came stumbling in with his super Fat Tuesday dragging behind him, with Kaitlyn shaking her head mid laughter, we were finally all together ready to take on the night. And more importantly, we were all very drunk. We finished off our night with some dangerously drunk late night gambling before Zack and I went back to The Mirage for one last Hinky Dink, and then we all passed out. More laughs were shared than I can even remember, and I would love to share some of the stories but it’s something you just had to be a part of. All I really can say is “I AM DRINK” 2012 was a complete success.
New graphics are done and ready to be put up in the store! We’re currently in the process of changing the website so they wont be up immediately, but I’ll give you a quick preview of what’s to come. I don’t want to refer to Foxsta and Cashy as people we sponsor, since they’re homies and we pretty much just give them free clothes for being sick at what they do, nonetheless here they are showing off our product.
Further details about the addition to our collection will be added later when product shots are finished, but for now it’s time to prepare for our Vegas weekend. See you Sunday.
Simply put; This has to be one of the sickest videos I’ve ever seen. After I watched this I immediately had to dig deeper to find out what acronym was all about.
And after watching this video found on Hypebeast, not only did I still want every single article of clothing they’ve produced, but I want to shake this man’s hand for being so damn cool. I believe Errolson Hugh is the perfect icon for the fashion industry. His technical genius correlates great with his creative freedom, which both coast smoothly with his humble personality. To see their article about the video, click here.
What went from roaming the internet for “something” to write about, changed to finding an entirely new door of inspiration.
I’d like to introduce you to the first love of my life, Street Fighter 3: 3rd Strike.
This game was unarguably the most influential part of my life up until this last year. Now obviously everyone’s first thought has to be something along the lines of, “that’s pathetic.” Well, shut your
mouth mind because you don’t know any part of it. When I first saw the game it was at Skatelab when I was about 9-10, and after probably breaking it from all the button mashing I never thought of it after that. Four years later I saw it again during my summer entering 9th grade. My best friend at the time, Anthony was telling me about this internet cafe to play computer games at called Interface, and, after little convincing, I agreed to at least go check it out.
As soon as we got there I noticed the 3rd Strike cabinets set up in the back. However this time instead of seeing a desolate arcade machine collect dust with the occasional child mashing on it so his mom could finally breathe, I saw people around it. A lot of people, watching two players play each other from across the room thanks to head-to-head cabinet capabilities, and more people just talking to each other while they wait. Well, curious little me had to see why all these people (between the ages of 18-25) were all crowding something as mindless as a video game (ha ha, mindless..). So after waiting a decent 20 minutes with my quarter up on the cabinet for my turn to play, I was finally going to be able to see what all this nonsense was about.
I figured I may not win, but who knew I had as good of a shot as anybody else there, I just had to make sure I pressed the buttons harder and faster. Hard for me to call it a surprise now, but I got raped (I lost), and I was baffled as to how I just lost a quarter within literally a minute, I didn’t even have a chance to think about what was going on. Flustered, confused, and pissed as hell I instantly tossed another quarter up and waited. However this time I did more than wait, I watched. The first thing I noticed was that not a single person was fisting the cabinets nor jerking the joystick in random directions. “What the fuck.” Was literally my first thought, and I realized that they all played with finesse. They knew exactly what they were doing and why. It was almost like they were creating a choreography with each players character. It was determined there, I wanted to play like they did, and I wanted to be the best at it.
Obviously the second quarter had no difference, but it was my official start. The following years throughout my entire high school career became this game. Well, let me make that sound less dramatic, I still had friends, I still experienced all the other bullshit every guy goes through in high school, I just had the rest of my focus on becoming the best at this game. Throughout the years I gained friends through Third Strike, an entirely new community of friends at that. We went to tournaments together, we played together, we even blazed together (my first time smoking was literally because of this game). Third Strike allowed me to experience a lot more than most typical high school students. My first experiences with harder drugs were correlated with it, My first trips to Vegas (drunken trips, at least) were due to tournaments for Third Strike. I almost didn’t graduate high school, yet 12 classes my final semester and a shit load of hard work later, I even got my graduation present to have a three week trip to Japan for (you guessed it) Third Strike. Mind you at that point we got to experience most of Japan within our all-nighters. I could continue into the depths of those stories, however I don’t want a three page blog post, and it’s probably better you don’t know a lot of what went down (for my sake at least..)
By my fourth year playing I was definitely near being on top, but wasn’t quite there yet. By this time our vast community of players had been destroyed by the disgust that’s called Street Fighter 4, but I’m not even about to get started with that. It wasn’t that bad though, the last few truly dedicated players stayed together, and we all resided in our home that we proudly called Denjin Arcade.
We kept to ourselves and continued to play the game we love. Sadly it was on its last years and dying breaths, both Denjin Arcade and Third Strike (in America, at least). And near the end of our time is when I really start to realize how good we had it, and how 3rd Strike actually had a strong impact on who I am, and how I found out who I was, too. I may not have made it to “the” best, but at that point that’s not what it was about anymore. It did more than “just a game” could. It showed me how hard I strive when its for something I love. It taught me persistence and the reward of self discipline. Third Strike showed me that success and that desire to be on top is so honestly achievable, you just have to be that hungry for it. I’m so excited to put the same heart I had for Third Strike into City Approval. And I’m even more ecstatic to see the reward that follows such an honest dedication.