My family in Slovenia has seen the pictures on Facebook and Instagram and they like it as well. What does your family think about the way you dress? It’s something different, and with the Boost, he’s older so comfort is more important to him than just how a shoe looks.
He might know some of his music, but he doesn’t know it’s Pharrell. Do you know who Pharrell is? Are you a fan of his music?ĭiefenbach: He doesn't know who Pharrell is. Your grandson photographed you in the adidas Pharrell Human Race NMD. But I know the basics about Supreme-it started as a skate brand and now it’s collaborating with Louis Vuitton. So you’re familiar with Supreme’s and Stüssy’s backstory? I'm on Facebook as well so I see whatever he likes. It started with seeing the clothes on my grandson. How did you get into streetwear brands like Supreme and Stüssy? We spoke to Abram, with help from Diefenbach who translated the conversation for us, about how and why he got into streetwear, what his family thinks of his outfits, and whether or not he’s actually familiar with the backstory of Supreme. He doesn’t mind it though he likes to stand out and be different. His interest in streetwear began about a year ago, though he admits the culture isn’t huge in his neighborhood. But now he does it like it’s his job.”Ībram, a retired gaffer, was born in Slovenia but has lived in Mainz, a small town in Germany about 40 minutes outside of Frankfurt, for the last 49 years. The first ones were kind of awkward to do because he’s never really stood in front of a camera and modeled. “It was my idea to take photos of his outfit,” Diefenbach said, “but surprisingly, he liked it more than I expected. It’s 71-year-old Alojz Abram, who became famous after the photos his grandson, Jannik Diefenbach, took of him wearing Supreme camp caps and Thrasher hoodies went viral this past January.
Sometimes when reviewers want to put down a movie they'll say it seems like a film school project, but if these short films are typical, the kids are doing better work than the guys who run Hollywood.The latest streetwear sensation isn’t another millennial decked out in Supreme. I noticed that several of these films identify themselves as film-school projects, at least two from USC. Saying that about any movie is a serious compliment. My only complaint about "Shaving the Castro," an extremely short documentary about a barber shop, is that it was over much too soon. "Safe Journey" is similar to "Touched" in its bittersweet bringing together of an apparently mismatched younger and older man, but there's enough originality in both films that they don't seem at all like clones. "Masturbation" is a little predictable, and not particularly original in parodying 1950s school hygiene films, but it is funny, the only one of these films that had me laughing out loud more than once. It's clever and fast-paced, and the closing credits are the best I think I've ever seen, extraordinarily creative and as much fun to watch as the film itself. I even enjoyed "10 Pesos" a lot some other viewers evidently found it boring and irrelevant, but I liked it.
I assume, though, that he really must be older than he looked, and the story is original and delightful, particularly his encounter with the guys in drag. He's supposed to be in middle school, but he doesn't look any older than about nine. Near the other end of the age spectrum is "Burl's," in which the lead actor looks so young it made me a little uncomfortable. What some have called the "stiff" performance of the lead actor just seemed to me like the way a real person, not an actor, might really be in such a situation. Sure, "Touched" is a middle-aged gay man's fantasy that would never happen in a million years, but it's surprisingly fresh and lovely anyway, sweet, sad, and genuinely touching.
But the other six movies on this DVD are gems, the most consistently good and diverse collection of short gay films I've come across in a while. (The cat torture is what bothered me, by the way, and the relentless unfunniness of everything that happened-not the fact that they were screeching queens, whom I usually like.) I fast-forwarded through the last third of that piece of garbage to see if it got any better, and it didn't.
I don't deny such people's right to exist and make movies-I just don't enjoy their company. It's called "Gaydar" and it's about-and possibly by and for-screeching queens who think it's funny to torment a pet cat (over and over) until it hisses (over and over) and finally runs away (That's not the central story, by the way, but it's what I remember). The very, very bad one is the one that some people like best.