In my life, all days are similar. Weekends just involve doing fewer things alone. Still, my biological clock is programmed just like everyone else’s, and it always starts beeping at around 5PM on a friday.

Enjoy the weekend…one time for DC, mayne!

Recently, I wrote a piece for Black Lodges to share my thoughts on corporate patronage and the deluge of “Brand x Artist” collaborations that floods this little space we call “streetwear.” You can find it here. I hope you’ll enjoy it and that you’ll contribute your own ideas and feelings to the discussion. Many thanks to Steven for giving me the forum.

A perfect gift for the biggest bamma you know.

Over the weekend I hit up Hartford and Old Lyme, CT, to parlay with some old friends and enjoy the outdoors a bit. Even though a lot of bamma ish goes down in New York, a Friday night out in Hartford reminded me that it could be a lot worse, and I should be thankful that I at least have the option of going to bars that aren’t terrible. But that’s neither here nor there, because the real wonders of Connecticut are in the ‘burbs. I went for an awesome snow run in Penwood State Park, played indoor mini golf, and did some insane sledding. Hit the jump for some pics.

I’m on my grind, benjamin huntin’/ was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz, Crooked-I, and Royce Da 5′9″ — I haven’t been feeling a crew like this since turn-of-the-millenium Dipset.

Last weekend, my brother and I embarked on a long-awaited adventure with one question in mind: Does Manhattan have good nachos? The results are forthcoming, but I thought I’d tickle your appetite with some pics of the prime suspects in our investigation. Stay tuned…big tings a gwain at Nacho Hunters!

Throughout my life, I have been a pretty casual dude. During high school, my style could best be described as “sports casual,” mostly because I deftly sidestepped the dress code’s collared shirt stipulation by exclusively wearing European soccer jerseys. In college, I almost always wore jeans that were way too big and LRG hoodies, which probably explains why I could only convince unsavory females to kiss me. In the past year, I have undergone a bit of a sartorial evolution, garnering praise from friends and family for “looking much better,” but I’ve still maintained my signature devotion to casual comfort.

(Needless to say, I ganked this photo from Digital Gravel)

Perhaps the most glorious item in my developing wardrobe is a pair of Twelve Bar ‘Higgins’ cuorduroy pants. Ne’er has a pair of pants fit been so well-fitting or struck such a perfect balance between respectable and mad casual. What’s cool about these cords is that the washed-out coloration of the legs almost makes them look like jeans until you get close and see the pattern. Recently, I was paying a visit to my university’s alumni clubhouse, when suddenly this ornery looking librarian rolled up to me and started inspecting me as if I were some sort of street urchin that had wandered in from the street. “Are those jeans?” she asked. Was I back in high school?! She was trying to get me on the old jeans rule like some sort of modern-day fascist! What was she going to do if they were? Burn them with all the good books?

“No,” I replied calmly. “They are just INCREDIBLY FRESH CORDS.”

As I made my way to a comfy leather chair, I left her to eat her words with a slice of humble pie.

So thank you, Twelve Bar. Thank you for allowing me to once against thwart minor authority figures with extremely comfortable gear.

Been meaning to post this for ages. “Pure jokes,” as my cousin in Clapham would say.

Psych. That would be a short post! Seriously though…

One of the funny things about freelancing is sometimes you write something or work on a project, get a (mad small) check, and then sort of forget about it. There are some things I’ve done that I’m not even sure have—or ever will—see the light of day. But by the same token, it can be exciting when something you almost forgot about pops up out of nowhere. Recently, I received a copy of Defining Moments in History: Over a Century of People, Discoveries, Disasters, and Political and Cultural Events that Rocked the World. Despite the mouthful of a title, it’s a pretty cool coffee table book chronicling the last century of key world events, from the World’s Fair in Paris to the launch of YouTube. The pictures are great and each entry is left to stand alone, making it a great book to pick up at random and learn something interesting (or remind yourself of something you forget). Do I recommend dropping $24.95 on it? Not neccesarily, but have a browse if you ever come across it.

I wrote my entries in the summer of ‘07, which is why I was somewhat taken aback when I opened the package. Very happy with how it turned out, but needless to say I’ve managed to make myself look like a bit of a clown as usual. I remember they asked for a bio at some point but didn’t really give any parameters. Well, it turns out that everyone else filed super professional blurbs, whereas mine reads as follows:

Chris Schonberger has written for a variety of publications, including Entertainment Weekly and Let’s Go travel guides. He would argue that the greatest moment in history was when England defeated West Germany in the 1966 World Cup Finals.

Oh well. I’m glad I’ve got that in writing somewhere!

Promises to do a “video watch” post a week failed to materialize, but that’s the beauty of a blog that you don’t get paid for—all promises are empty! However, I’m feeling ready to renew my efforts (to some extent) in the new year after being inspired by this latest offering from Scarface, which can only be described as a masterclass.

First things first: you may think I’m just posting this joint because of the T&A, but I also have a point to make about T&A, so I think it’s justified. Just this morning, I saw a clip posted by Suburban Monarch John Brown in which Rik Cordero makes an interesting point about the current role of the music video: Because videos are largely consumed via the Internet and budgets are a fraction of what they used to be, artists don’t have the pressure to only make videos for the radio single. They can make more videos (think Joell Ortiz—in the past you’d never see an artist like him with that many videos), and they can create visuals for some of the more personal, story-driven tracks that might have been overlooked in the past. Scarface’s “High Note” video is a good testament to this shift. Hit the jump for the video and my thoughts.