Mission Mission

A steady, bellowing Gooooooooooooooooooooool emanated from within.

So reads the text on the cap on this old dude in this photo by alapan.

Who will warn what generation of what, though? Normally I wouldn’t care, but, that look in his eye. Makes me think his hat is talking about something important. Right?

Also, great outfit altogether.

We spotted these multi-colored yarn hearts on the chain link fence at 23rd and Valencia while shilling Sex Pigeon T-Shirts Sunday. In a way, this sensitive street artist has more balls than Banksy, since wrapping all that yarn must have taken at least 25 minutes of hard labor. Spray paint and stencils? 10 minutes. Tops.

There I said it, Banksy. Crochet a giant rat into a chain link fence and maybe I’ll change my mind.

P.S. Does anyone still want those shirts by the way? We can drag them out to that same intersection when the weather’s good. Just don’t look at us like we’re the scum of the earth when you walk by like 90% of the people on Sunday did, ok?

I saw this just now and it just about broke my heart.

Ryan Christopher Parks (of B. Hamilton fame), Mission Mission would hereby like to buy you a sandwich.

Previously:

A Really Good Review of a B. Hamilton Show at Amnesia

Arizmendi proudly demonstrates DARPA‘s latest in K-9 repelling technology.

The pear pizza pie they had on Sunday kicked ass, by the way.

Reader Margaret noticed the following mobile pic on Leonard’s tour diary, dated about 10 days ago:

I wonder where he was headed. Anybody spot him?

When Mission Workshop first hit the scene, my only complaint was that their bags came in nothing but drab colors. Lucky for me, they recently debuted a couple of new color options, one of which is bright red. And they were kind enough to give me a review model:

So I’ve been riding around the neighborhood expecting compliments on my rad bright-red bag. But all I get is:

Whoa, is that a rolltop messenger bag?

OMG, is that a rolltop messenger bag??

ROLLTOP MESSENGER BAG!!?????!?

So it’s turning heads, which is nice. But not because it’s red. Oh well. The rolltop is great; never do I worry that anything in the bag will get even slightly damp.

My favorite part is still the extremely well-conceived one-handed strap tightening/slackening action:

More info and colors here.

P.S. Sorry about all the bag porn recently. Maybe only a couple more posts and then we’ll be done for a while. Maybe.

Previously:

Ariel Reviews a Mission Workshop Backpack… in the Shower

Our pal Queen Larbs takes a look at the pros and cons of hanging with couples:

Couples have the inherent benefit of potentially introducing you to one more neat person (as well as the built-in lameness of cashing out early and generally being less down to party) and single people provide the amusement of gratuitous make-outs, one night stands, and other tomfoolery with strangers through which I can either live vicariously or just be entertained (way to take one for the team, single friends). If I turn into a person who only wants to hang out with other couples, you won’t even need to take any action because I’ll be too busy barfing on myself in a corner.

For the record, I love couples. Some of my favorite people in the world are couples. But she makes some good points. Read on.

[Photo by Andy Smith]

The accessories are a little off, but other than that.

[Art by Artbear] [via njdub]

Previously:

Fear the Bearded Vader

It’s high up on the wall at Afterlife, which probably means it’s pricey, but it looks like real vintage. And it reads “MICHAEL JACKSON FOR PRES.” in a Thrillery typeface for goodness’ sake.

Also, that rad-but-tiny Giants hat is still there, along with another old Giants hat that looked pretty good.

Previously:

Hella Rad Oakland Sweatshirt