Sometimes even i forget that before the T shirts and SOLD OUT sweaters the origins of The Ugly Kids Club was the worlds first ever ‘customisation collective’, we used to be a bunch of brightly coloured myspace mofos that matched our trainers to hats and our hats to our tee shirts and our tee shirts to our trainers.
Gone are them days… well to the extensive extent that we used to dress. Mister Cee is leading the fashion pack now. I can’t even get the hang of pin rolling my jeans? where does the pin go?
If we are talking about ‘exclusive’ and ‘limited edition’ then our 1 of 1s custom pieces was the symbolic symbol of that ish. We aint so much of a tight knit collective as we were these days, we are more of a network of skilled individuals who come together on the odd occasion to fuck shit up.
Yael took these pictures of us time ago… i dont know when. Possibly 2006. Maybe 2007. On a rainy day at Westminister University. Why we were there… i dunno. But the pictures do look great.
Mister Cee. I think Mister Cee was called ‘Ondo’ before we named him Cee. Big up his moustache.
The Foley. That jumper was actually featured in an advert for something. Nuff said about that.
And Me. What you know about them boxfresh dunks and my shit graf. Happy Meal shit.
And i’ll even throw in Pins with his fairy dusted hat and peado mustachio and Chewit throwing a ‘questionable’ BBoy pose. Them Scots eh?
Ahhh… The Good ‘ol days when we were SOOO ‘cool’. We aint called The Ugly Kids Club for nothing.
Video killed the radio star.
The iPod killed the Discman.
Illegal downloads killed CD sales.
Youtube and BBC iPlayer killed the TV
Digital cameras killed sticking into photoscrapbooks.
But Facebook created the ‘View Photos of (insert NAME HERE)(INSERT LARGE NUMBER HERE)
Big up to Yael… proof of well matched long running partnerships
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