I’m continually blown away by Lomography. In the right hands a Lomo camera creates images like nothing else. Peep this self portrait of my homie the C-E-O-ah in the ocean off Block Island a couple weeks ago shot with a LC-A. All natural light and a real wave. I have no idea how he didn’t lose his Oliver Goldsmiths.

You’ve peeped some of the flicks and a lot of you have run into me on the streets this month, but it’s not until tomorrow night that we formally unveil the Antenna X Kia Soul Expression. We’ll have the vehicle stuntin at our secret lair (yes inside the party) while Kid Cudi handles host duties. We aimed to give you just enough time to recover from fashion week for this one. It’s going to be major. Some nice studio shots of the whip after the jump.

Quick Update – if you didn’t rsvp last week, you aren’t getting in. Don’t worry I’ll have photos here for you to dream on…

I love the fall. Always have. As a kid in CT, we had the illest falls, all leafy Mcleaf with blue skies and that crisp ass Connetti air. Even though it meant school was back in session, it also meant that hoodies and jeans were back in effect. To this day, even though I could check out and hit the beach forever, never to see a day below 75 again and probably not miss it, I still get amped to floss the new flannels and cords, to not sweat every single second of the day, and to not have to jam every device plus wallet plus whatever else into my two front pockets and walk around looking like a shoplifter. Yeah, fall is nice.

To commemorate my love affair with fall, I’ve hooked up with one of my favorite brands to cook up a little enticement to get autumn fresh. Yep WeSC’s fall collection has just hit stores and is hot to death. Collabos with Delta, Kasuki, Madsaki, Markok, Mitch and my homie Stash are ripe for the picking. If your headphone game is slacking, the new Maraca is pretty fly and there’s a bunch of collabs in that department too – Bloody Beetroots, Cassius, The Glimmers and DimMak. So here’s the deal cuzos, if you read this and then jet down to the WeSC shop in either NYC or LA, the homies in the store will hit you off with a 10% discount on any of the brand new flavs just for dropping the name Timbo Baggins. That’s it. Easy greasy. Plus to make it even more fun, if you cop some shit and then catch a sick photo of yourself rocking it, send it to me and WeSC and I will figure out something special for you. What it is, I don’t know yet, but it’ll be dope. Aight then, let’s go get fresh!

Sometimes I am such a dick. I don’t even mean to be, but I really am. For example, I’ve been skating with my rad homie John for three years, we’ve had countless beers and general debauchery together, and I consider him one of my good friends. Over the course of those years he let me know that he was in a band, he’s invited me to a good dozen shows, and he’s given me his cd twice. He’s never been over the top with it, always extending a casual invite, as friends do, and never asking much about what I thought about the music other than in the way that says, “hey, we’re friends, it’s cool to give each other opinions on things, especially things that are of interest to us.” I mean I’m sure I’m always blabbering on about whatever bullshit I’m up to and John for sure always gives me an attentive ear. But through all that, I never once listened to his band. I even held the cd in my hand and thought to myself that it had dope art direction and the song names were super on point. I even pantomimed through conversations with mutual friends about how good John’s band was, nodding in and out all spacey style to give the impression that I was totally down. But the truth is I never listened once until John passed me this video last night. And for that I’m a total dick because they fucking rock. John I’m sorry my friend. I missed out. I don’t know what my problem is. This is Vagina Panther, the song is “Dave You Are Killing Me,” and they play Lit this Friday at 9pm. This time, you’re gonna see me there!

I really could never not live in NY. I don’t know how other people do it. There’s no where else in the world you could have a night like this without planning it. Started out with Java gettin the streets wet in the Antenna Soul. Kicked it at Shut for a while before hitting up the Lupe show at Governor’s Island. We even saw Q-Tip peepin it tough outside the Apple store on 14th. Then we rolled down to Lit to link up with the Trouble Gang and the rest is history as usual. Watch it unfold after the jump.

Check out this sneak peek of the brand new Antenna x Kia Soul. This baby blue and matte brown laced roadster has the sickest interior modifications including a hydraulic shelf system, backseat Red Bull fridge, and a G-Shock dash clock. What?? That’s pimp. I’ll have more on this soon.

I love it when the homies get together for some good shit. My dude Brian Coleman from Timberland and the kid 13th Witness are doing a photo show / product launch that’s gonna shut down the block up in Beantown tomorrow night. It’s gonna be all fly Abingtons and Timmy’s sick flicks at Concepts, both those inspired by Timberland and his personal works as well. In his own words, “We’re going to Boston to get some chowdah!” Peep some more shots after the jump.

Since we are on the subject of butter Lexuses, peep this sneak preview of their next eco-cruiser, the LF-Ch. This ill little baby is a compact hybrid concept and will make it’s official debut at the Frankfurt Auto Show in Germany tomorrow. I already know what you’re thinking – why the hell do the krauts get it first? Just kidding, I had a bad experience at the Frankfurt airport this year. But seriously, we won’t be able to catch it in the flesh stateside for the first time until the LA Auto Show in December but you can peep some more images right here after the jump. Till then don’t be surprised if you see me on the BQE gettin my Smokey and the Bandit on in this thing aight!?

Earlier this summer, my friends at Lexus were dope enough to give me the opportunity to push around their spanking new, from-the-ground-up hybrid, the HS 250h. I had it for a week and not only did I never have to fill it up with gas even after blazing all the way out to the North Fork of Long Island, to Stamford CT in the other direction, and all over the city, but I got more looks than a dime piece at a construction site. For real, no exaggeration, from the blue bloods of Orient Point to the homies over in East New York, everybody hollered at me about this whip. I felt like a Lexus salesman by the end of it. Almost silent and buttery smooth with the perfect amount of UFO steez plus a tech’d out interior that had people buggin, I’d be sitting at a red light having conversations with the cars on either side of me about the thing. Now that the HS has officially dropped at dealers, I wish I had given people a reference number just to see how many I sold! If you are about to drop on a whip, this is seriously a dope way to go. Peep a bunch of pics my man Phantom Power took at a garage in the city after we rolled to one of the Roots sessions at Highline. Where at? After the jump.

Seriously, the motherfucking moon!