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The word “drip” is everywhere now. Every rapper uses it. Every brand has borrowed it. Every teenager who has never been within five hundred miles of Houston, Texas says it like they invented it. Sauce Walka says he invented it.…
Everyone says opiumcore is just all black. They’re wrong. A fully black outfit guarantees as much opiumcore as a black turtleneck guarantees a funeral — which is nothing at all. The people selling it as “dark streetwear with skull chains”…
PaRappa is a dog. Paper thin — literally. His name in Japanese is a pun on the word for flat. He wears a beanie. He is trying to impress a girl whose head is a flower. His karate instructor is…
Harmony Korine was nineteen years old when he wrote Kids. He wrote it in three weeks. He told Larry Clark — the photographer who would direct it — “I’ve been waiting all my life to write this story.” He had…
Conway the Machine has a facial nerve condition called Ramsay Hunt Syndrome that partially paralyzed the left side of his face. He raps anyway. Harder than almost anyone alive. With a voice that sounds like gravel being poured into a…
Somewhere between a Nordic elf and a dental nightmare, Labubu showed up and took over the world. If you’ve been paying attention to anything outside your immediate lane — sneakers, streetwear, K-pop adjacency, the part of Instagram where people photograph…
Before Percy Carey was MF Grimm, he was a kid on Sesame Street. His neighbor on the Upper West Side was Morgan Freeman. Freeman thought the boy — three years old, big Afro, potbelly — would look great on the…
Who the fuck produced this. That’s the only thought that matters when 656 drops. Except you already know the answer. Roc Marciano produced this. Roc Marciano always produces this. And that’s exactly the point. The album cover is a floppy…