La Ronde with Tammy Emma Pepin

Wow...you guys are all probably dying of shock right now...

"Angie is BLOGGING again?! WTF!?"

It's true, here I am. Just popping in to post this cute video created by the lovely Montrealer Tammy Emma Pepin who I met through Twitter (@TammyEmmaPepin).

As is the world of Twitter, I can't remember EXACTLY through who or what I found Tammy, but nevertheless I'm happy I did! Most likely I read Tammys Twitter bio (Travel Blogger and Brand Ambassador of Tourism Montreal (by ad agency Sid Lee) Journalist. TV Host. Publicist UNICEF Young Leaders Club. Muse. Writer. Activist.) and said to myself "self, this is an interesting lady, you damn well better follow her!"

So when this recent video popped up on her feed I of course clicked, and found a great little video of Tammy and a friend heading to La Ronde, to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the famous "Le Monstre" roller coaster. A Montreal institution, no doubt.


To top off the cosmic connection, Tammy is also wearing a great straw Brixton hat (Tysons just posted about our new Brixton delivery I believe) and I LOVE a good, relevant tie-in, so there you go.

xo
Angie

Boys will be boys or Reason 58 of Why we're not having kids.

Punks Git Cut jacket

Remember how shitty it was to be back in school after 2 full Summer months of precious freedom? I was just thinking about this the other day. You know, that sense of impending doom that loomed over as the last days of Summer vacation slowly dried up.

Lifetime Bicycle Club vest

And I just realized that those final weeks is probably the time when young boys, and to a lesser extent girls, get into the most trouble. And I'm not talking about drinking or drugs, I'm talking about setting stuff on fire, trespassing, minor records (gone when you turn 16) and breaking shit. I think in those last days of fun, boys tend to go a little nuts and really try to make those last days count. To this day, I'm still amazed that myself or one of my close friends is not disfigured or dead because of our stupidity.

Yukon sweater

Remember Lawn Darts? Well I sure do. What kind of monster invented those things? And what a better toy to give an 8 year old than a giant, heavy, lead tipped projectile? (I've also had some pretty bad run ins with the regular small darts but that's another story).

Comic hoodie

Anyhoo, I was spending the night at a friends house, (Summer of '84.... what a Summer) and we decided to go down to the soccer field close to his place. There we bumped into some kid (never did get his name) who was playing with some lawn darts in the mud. We asked if we could play with him and he seemed cool with it, so now instead of one child throwing muddy darts into the air, we now have three.

Mountains hoodie by Luke Ramsey

Maybe it was boredom, maybe just stupidity.... probably both, but we thought it may be a good idea to get daring and start lobbing them at one another. Well, you can guess how awesome that turned out, right? I pitch one super high into the air...... up, up, up, then down, down, down right onto the top of no-name's head... where it stood.

Wishful Thinking woven top

I looked in horror as no-name turned white and then seconds later a mix of mud and gore poured down the center of his face. Now what would a normal rational person do in this situation? Get an adult? Probably. Not us though. We decided it was time to go home for supper and ran as fast as we could.

Lifetime Bicycle Club woven by Jay Howell

Now, I'm sure the kid was fine..... right? This is maybe a bad example of doing things to be bad instead of just being desperate to make our last days of freedom count. There are plenty more Summers filled with stupidity and death defying activities but I think my Mother reads this and I don't want her to lose any sleep, so this story of possible man slaughter will have to do.

Fancy Flags tee by Jay Howell

We just got the men's Fall collection of Lifetime in, including some amazing pieces with artist Jay Howell's designs as well as Luke Ramsey!

Rad Mountain tee by Jay Howell

A funny coincidence, they renamed that soccer field "Un-named Boy's Corpse Park" shortly after that event. Small world, huh?

We're All Doomed!

Seriously, we're dead meat. Some of you may have noticed that HQ opened a little late today. Here is what was going on when I was supposed to be opened......

The Wheeler

Tyson (me) running into IGA and up to the teller: " huff.... puff..... HI, I think I left my wallet here a few minutes ago, did you happen to see it?!"

Teller: "Yes, I found it and gave it to the information desk, you can pick it up there."

The Milo

Me: "Oh thank God! Thank you, kind sir"

I walk over to the information desk and ask several people if they had my wallet. (Which had literally been dropped off there mere minutes before I had shown up). Each person I ask gives me a puzzled look and then shrugs their shoulders. When finally, a guy shows up who knows what I'm talking about.

The Hooligan

Information Guy: Yes, I have your wallet but you'll have to show me some ID before I can give it to you.

Me: Uhhh yeah, well all my ID is in my wallet.

Information Guy: "Well, I'm sorry but I'll need to see some ID before I can hand over the wallet."

Me: "You have all my ID! It's in the wallet that you have in your hand!"

The Fiddler

Information Guy: Yes, but I'll need to see a picture of you to prove that this is, your wallet."

We go through this whole Abbott and Costello-esque routine for a few minutes......

Me: (Starring slack jawed... silent for about a minute, trying to process what is going through this dumb shits head. Finally opting to just point repeatedly at my wallet in his hand).

He finally opens it and looks at my drivers liscence which has a picture that amazingly, looks JUST LIKE ME on it.

Information Guy: Oh, so it is yours. Here you go. (Handing it over)
I walk back to the shop, dumbfounded on what had just happened. So, this is where we're at, huh? As I wait for the light to change, to cross the street, I wonder how much it would hurt if I just jumped in front of the oncoming traffic. It couldn't be any more painful than the exchange that just took place, which seems to be the kind of thing that happens a little too much these days.

My favorite, The Fiddler

But, as you can see, by reading this post, that I did not throw myself at the mercy of our fine. Montreal auto mobile jockeys. No, I opted on coming into work and letting you all know that we just got our Fall Brixton Hats shipment in this afternoon! I know there are a bunch of you waiting on these (me being one of them), so I am happy to tell you, the wait is over!

I am also happy to tell you that I have also opted out on having kids and adding to the ever growing population of dumb people. And let's face it, if I had kids, I'm sure they would be drooling idiots. So, to ensure that I wont pollute the gene pool, I've been slowly sterilizing myself over the last few years. You know, wearing briefs, standing in front of the microwave (at groin level), drinking plutonium, the usual.


But, at least until I die, I will share these really lame Sienfeld-like (oh God, I'm not that bad am I?) stories because I will have no offspring to share it with in my golden years. Kind of a rough trade off, huh?

Limited edition Krooked & Brixton Collaboration

The Gain (In pecan colour)

........Seriously. We're dead meat.

Numbeasts and the Monsterbet

Some of you may have seen me working on these over the last few days at HQ.
It's not a particularly original idea but I thought it would be a fun excercise and I wanted to give my niece and nephew something cool when I see them this Fall.

I will have large prints as well as small individual letter and number prints available in my Etsy shop soon, so if you are interested in getting one, I'll tweet about it as soon as they are up!

The Monsterbet:

























Numbeasts: