I had been quietly coveting a Thrasher hoodie for months... but consider me discouraged.

He recently spoke out against the Hollywood set, saying, “We don’t send boxes to Justin Bieber or Rihanna or those fing clowns.” He added: “The pavement is where the real s** is. Blood and scabs, does it get realer than that?”

Great article by Luke Zaleski over on GQ Style about The Stonemasters, a group of California outlaws who invented - or at least shaped - rock climbing cool in the 70s.

Climbing wasn’t a mainstream thing at all then. So [climbers] had an outlaw curious feel to them that I found interesting. And they were all fit—an energetic subset of athletics and culture that I also found interesting. Outlaws, really. The regular rules didn’t really apply to them ‘cause there was nobody to enforce anything. They simply weren’t hypnotized by regular values. They were like jazz musicians or something. 

The attitude, as it always does, began to express itself through the clothes:

All of us were aware of what was going on in surfing and we all thought that those guys were bitchin’, you know. They had style. They had the style, and that’s what we started bringing to climbing—a certain style. And it first started with the clothes—the white painter pants and the chalk bag and then the headband. It also went to the way you climbed. You climbed super smooth, but when there was a big hold, you’d hang on it. You know, you’d show how strong you were and how fluid you were. And then you wouldn’t use a whole lot of protection to show how big your balls were.

GQ’s John Jannuzzi tested a pair of Vans Authentics - the Platonic ideal of a summer shoe - every day this past summer (well, basically every day).