Well, well, well. Times have changed and sneakers ain’t cool. Says who? The same people who had about 300 pairs of repulsively loud SB joints and flashy Air Max 90s a few years ago. Yup, it ain’t nothing new. Trends come and go, people jump on and just like that… they quickly get off. But how would certain styles and traditions survive without the die hard heads who keep the culture alive? I am not just talking about sneakers, this goes out to all subcultures out there.  From Punks down to the Bloods and Crips, some people live it, other people just dress like it. It has always been that way.

My passion towards footwear runs deep. Ever since a child, I have been put on to the shoe game by my mother.

The importance of having fly shoes was instilled in me at a very early age. As you can see here, this was my first day of school. Mama-mook had me dipped in a Lee jean suit and some high top Diadoras. When I was about 10, we had to emigrate. Once I arrived in Montreal, for a good 7 year span we were too poor and I had to put my passion on the back burner. If you emigrated like me, you knew damn well not to sweat your parents for not getting you the cool sneakers. First of all you would get slapped in the mouth if you did. Not to mention the fact that food, shelter and other basic needs were probably a little higher on the priority list back then.

I remember in fifth grade, CeasRock went to NYC with his fam and he copped some white and green joints from Niketown. He kept the shoes in the box on top of his desk 24/7. Every kid in the class was jealous. One day, after going to yet another store going out of business on Queen Mary, my mom had copped me some Sugis on discount. I wanted the Converse Chicago Bulls black-on-black high tops but the smart immigrant choice was getting the Sugis. Even though I knew that this was the right decision, I also knew that I was going to get made fun of. And as predicted, I came to school rocking those rejects and not even 2 minutes after walking into the classroom, CeasRock and Viracon were dissing my shoes and me for wearing them.

Now, this is what my floor looks like when I wake up. Ever since I stopped bombing and started getting paper my shoe game has skyrocketed and has never stopped growing. I’m not even gonna front on these Spot-Bilts. They where the ill shit way before my time. Even before Nike, Spot-Bilt was the ultimate shit. I’m just happy to own a pair of this rare piece of history. Probably the only pair of shoes that I own that I will never wear.

I have copped kicks in the furthest corners of the world. Other times I got lucky and copped some heat from Winners. These suede Steppers for 24.95$ were a win indeed.

I don’t give a shit, If the shoe is fresh, I’m copping it. I don’t care who made it, what gay-ass artist did a collab on them or how exclusive they are. I even wear women’s shoes like these Blazers.

Got this flick last week coming home from work. I mean this guy wins on many levels. Not only that he is rocking patent leather FUBUs with straps, they are also in mint condition. I wonder where he got them from? What store sells them? In any case, this dude gets my props. These shits are more rare than any limited edition collabo out there at the moment.

These are one of my favorite joints. Got them in Bangkok back in 2007. They don’t make this model anymore which makes me angry. New Balance, if you are reading this, please bring back the  675s.

My first Stabs. I use them for camping now, but the first time I laid eyes on these I was in love.

Desert Storm Air Max BWs I copped in Tel-Aviv. Pure butter! Not a lot of people fuck with the BWs but I prefer them over most of the Air Max line from that era.

Chilling under the Queen’s bridge with Mercer on Roosevelt Island. Fuck what you heard, New Balance is more comfortable than Nike Air. If I have to walk a shit load, I’m putting this on my feet before any Nike Air kicks I own.

Hurt me to let these go, but they are in good hands now. Markings, I hope you enjoy these shits and give them the love they deserve.

Timbs all seasons for ass-kicking reasons. Or, you are just a mook like Killa-EF. Wu-Wear jacket, jeans baggy as fuck, Colt Forty Five and a big bag of M39 sticking out the front pocket. This mook outfit would not be complete without the paint stained butters.

Big shout out to Bodega out in Boston. This latest collabo with Saucony is pure fire. I have not been this excited about sneakers in years. I finna put these on ice until next summer.

These dunks are for women but the color scheme is so gutter I had to cop.

Hot summer day, Girouard Park chilling.

Not only did these two mooks cop the same joints from the same place (shout out to Sub-V), they also wear them at the same time. No shame in the game, if you got them, rock them.

This shoe is pure sex. If this shoe had a vagina, I would definitely hit it or die trying.

Spotted these Futura joints though the window of some thrift shop on Mont-Royal. Shmings had them on his feet the next day. Sixty bean for what was worth 250 at the time is not a bad deal.

One piece, no stitching, hemp upper with a ENCAP sole. Only New Balance could pull it off.

The matching game is serious business. You might match your fitted or T with your kicks. I match my piece. Light years ahead..

We run this city.

Sat on a can while doing a piece and fucked up my suede’s.

Big Scan with a double win right here. Fubu socks and dunks that match the production’s background. Some one at Nike should holler at the homie for an artist collabo.

Mid Dunks are highly underrated.

Fuck boots in the winter. I finna rock sneakers 365 even if it’s freezing weather with salt on the floor and 3 feet of snow. The Assaults make great boots and I’m sure you can find them on the net for like 40$.

For all those out there who hesitate about getting New Balance because you think it’s some nerd shit or some old people shit you are wrong. Here is a secret; slap some fat laces on that bitch and you will be out in the park smoking spliffs, picking up 15 year-old hoodrats in no time.

There are few things in life that make me feel as good as rocking my joints for the first time. You might be chilling downtown, smoking a toots in Peel Park and you forget. Moments later you happen to look down and you notice them. Oh, how lovely. That shit gets me every time.

Had to go to NYC to get these shits. I mean these shoes literally look like dinosaurs. And why would you want your feet to look like dinosaurs at age 25? I don’t know. All I know is that I was too poor to afford them when they first came out and now, I have them.

Chilling at the Beer Fest with my Winners heat.

CeasRock and I had dreams of having these back in 2004-2005 when white on white uptowns where dominating. We wanted the Dunk High version. These dreams came true in 2007 when I went to Rock The Bells in NYC and got two pairs in Harlem, one for each. I put mine on ice for a year which turned into three years. CeasRock got his stolen during a basketball game at the NDG youth center. It was only right I hooked him up. Plus, he will appreciate them more than I will and that’s what matters most. He put me on, I hook him up. He made fun of me fifteen years ago, now I destroy his collection. It all works out.

When I say ‘put me on’, I mean show me the ways. I remember back when I was bombing I would rock shitty skater shoes with paint stains. I was getting pussy and I could care less about looking fly. Plus, all I had was weed money and no legit job. Can’t be coming home with fly gear when you have no job, the parents might ask some questions. So when I got my first legit hustle, Ceas told me:  “You have some money now, why don’t you get some fly gear instead of rocking your shitty khakis and your Church basement button-up shirt?” So I took his advice and I never rocked dirty old clothes again. Since then, we have always been influencing each other when it comes to sneakers and gear. These Diadoras he copped in NY are pure fire and I’m sure if I had seen them first, I would have copped them as well.

These are the only second hand shoes I’ve gotten since the harsh immigrant days. Hemp Dakotas my ex beeyotch got me at a night market in Thailand. Thanks C.P.

Waiting for Tek at Mont-Royal metro with Tuner about to do some intense All-City Chilling. These Nike Spotlights were heavily slept on and as a result I got them at DR.JAYS for 30$.

Teknition and I waiting for the train to go to Harlem. These Destroyers are indeed destroyed. Still think that they are one of the best Dunks Nike has ever put out.

This post would not have been complete without a Dasko shoe shot. Always clean, always on point, the man lives for this shit.

Got super-excited in the subway thinking those were some OG Travel Fox joints when in reality they are just some bootleg skate shoes from Yellow.

Shout out to Katerz, a true master matcher and shoe rocker with more joints than a Foot Locker. Hehe.

These shits are money. Everything you would want a shoe to be. Dope color, suede, high-top with so much flavor.

Some people look at this, they see some ugly sneakers. Others look at this and see a nice sneaker. I look at this and I get a boner. Jesus fuck, burgundy premium leather, made in England, mouth watering flavors. Plus they come with a towelette and a beer coaster for those who give a shit.

Some shoes are only hot for a minute. After the season has passed, you can pretty much throw them away. Those are the shoes I try to stay away from. One shoe has definitely lasted the test of time, the Chuck Taylor’s. Personally, I am not a big fan. The Converse One Star are like the super low suede version of the Taylor’s. Much more ganaster, especially with a fat lace.

I don’t collect shoes, I wear them all. I am not a sneakerhead, I still get confused between Jordan 4s and 5s every other time. I am definitely not some blogger trying to tell you how to be cool or what is the next trend. I just love sneakers. I love the way they look and mostly the way they feel, nothing more than that. What you have seen is just a few flicks I took of the shoes I was rocking on a day to day basis in the past 2 years. One thing is for sure: when I get buried, I will not be rocking dress shoes. I will be buried in comfort and in style, rocking some premium suede sneakers.