On the advent of the New Year I decided that I might as well contemplate my "New Year's resolutions". First off, I've been keeping everyone in the dark with my projects, aka Unwritten Prophecy x Easy A. My clothing line, Unwritten Prophecy, will be in full gear by spring/summer 2011, including a website/blog/music page, plus you'll be able to find Unwritten Prophecy's t’s in Williamsburg and Manhattan, coming soon! A promotional video for Unwritten Prophecy is already in the editing stages, so it should be out by the beginning of next year!!! As for Easy A, my rapping alter-ego, I'm planning on releasing a Mixtape in the summer of 2011. I'm adamant about putting out the most innovative and current material possible, so stay tuned, plus I'm working with some dope artists/instrumentals. A couple freestyle video will be coming out soon too, including one by Gabriel Gomez and Ricky Goldman @ Yellow Fever Incubator. I also plan on starting a freestyle Fridays every Friday, that's in the works, as is a music video for Assman (yes, our first try was a planning failure on my part). But it's all happening sooooon! Yay!
As for some resolutions, becoming more responsible is at the top of my list. As well as owning a successful company aka Unwritten Prophecy, while also branching out from t-shirts to jeans, sweaters etc.
Thanks for all the support this year! Pop bottles, enjoy the holidays. I'll see you guys next year.
Cheers,
Allen Feldman
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
I must find these shoes!
My Bad!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
ZAK!
Zak! is an up-and-coming New York based rapper, whose ambitious attitude and strong lyrical style work to create catchy tunes, relevant to our generation. Check out his website: zakzakzak.com
Best Songs: Shooting Star Remix & Poppin Pills
AND DOWNLOAD HIS MIXTAPE, Stuck to the Sidewalk, HERE:
http://www.mediafire.com/?olkwtv9j9nlla9y
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
YELLOW FEVER YELLOW FEVER YELLOW FEVER
I miss my old job at Yellow Fever :(
Check out their lookbook:
Check out their lookbook:
YFC by Yellow Fever - Ladies Look Book Photoshoot from electrolite films on Vimeo.
I LOVE Kemp Muhl
Men's Christian Louboutin Shoes
I'm in love!
Check them out here:
http://us.christianlouboutin.com/shoes/men-shoes/louis-men-s-flat.html#product-detailed-view
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
L-POSTS
Lizbeth Hernandez isn't only a friend but a true inspiration in my life. She's an avid & creative photographer/fashion stylist/blogger whose trendy sensibility makes her a force to be reckoned with. Liz is fresh like a kicks just out the box, most of you are scuffed up throwbacks, so listen up! She's runs a blog entitled L-Post, which has up-to-date fashion, "outfit of the day" and new photo shoots. Check it out here:
http://lposts.blogspot.com/
Here are some of her photos from her shoot; she's always ready to be hired, contact her on her blog!
These are some of the clothes she's selling @ L-Shoppe...
Check these designs out and more @ L-Shoppe, check it out here:
http://www.l-shoppe.blogspot.com
LIKE HER PAGE!!
http://lposts.blogspot.com/
Here are some of her photos from her shoot; she's always ready to be hired, contact her on her blog!
These are some of the clothes she's selling @ L-Shoppe...
Check these designs out and more @ L-Shoppe, check it out here:
http://www.l-shoppe.blogspot.com
LIKE HER PAGE!!
Nazi stories with Grandma
She swallowed hard, dry saliva
under graveyard white cloth
hushed by Dr. Chekov,
he carrying life-less to the sky in silent fires
where the bread is usually baked.
Stiff-robed Ckekov clutched the icy cart,
Dr. Checov was like a father to me,
she explained to me between tears that mazed
down the crackling rivers of her face.
I became nervous, I thought I was going to die.
They traveled down the path running over dead bones.
Halt, was ist das?
Her eyes became knifer,
all she saw were green silhouettes
Reminiscing her childhood,
grassy picnics in derevina
with her warm mother,
sie ist tot,
Dr. Chekov proclaimed.
I was dead, inside, they had taken away my soul,
we said our goodbyes that burned like
numbers in my arms,
then I was alone, among grass and carcass.
under graveyard white cloth
hushed by Dr. Chekov,
he carrying life-less to the sky in silent fires
where the bread is usually baked.
Stiff-robed Ckekov clutched the icy cart,
Dr. Checov was like a father to me,
she explained to me between tears that mazed
down the crackling rivers of her face.
I became nervous, I thought I was going to die.
They traveled down the path running over dead bones.
Halt, was ist das?
Her eyes became knifer,
all she saw were green silhouettes
Reminiscing her childhood,
grassy picnics in derevina
with her warm mother,
sie ist tot,
Dr. Chekov proclaimed.
I was dead, inside, they had taken away my soul,
we said our goodbyes that burned like
numbers in my arms,
then I was alone, among grass and carcass.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Happiness
By Allen Feldman
You are the quiet
Angel in the crowd,
Smily and full of life,
Walking brisk
Between cars &
Foreign photographers,
You become the sensible
Man striding through the park
With his innocent little
Puppy, playing like a toddler
With air butterflies,
Sun caressing forehead
With a kiss of morning coffee,
Lamenting yesterday’s dead day,
Hopeful for the incision of the next.
You are the quiet
Angel in the crowd,
Smily and full of life,
Walking brisk
Between cars &
Foreign photographers,
You become the sensible
Man striding through the park
With his innocent little
Puppy, playing like a toddler
With air butterflies,
Sun caressing forehead
With a kiss of morning coffee,
Lamenting yesterday’s dead day,
Hopeful for the incision of the next.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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