Ladies and Gentlemen, Boris the Bear. Inspired by Kris Anka. You should be following him, if you aren’t already.
Namibians wearing Vellies (Shoes)
“Velskoen, pronounced “fell-skoon” and known colloquially as “vellies,” are the ancestor of the modern-day desert boot. Vellies were first made in the 1600s, inspired by the footwear of the Khoikhoi tribe and crafted using raw materials. Later, our vellies were adapted by British travellers, packaged and renamed to be what we now know as desert boots.
(Brother Vellies) are made in the coastal town of Swakopmund, Namibia. There, a small group of eight Damara gentlemen assemble every shoe by hand, turning out just 20 pairs an afternoon.
…Vellies are made of vegetable-dyed Kudu leather. The Namibian government mandates the culling of these large native antelope to control their population. Kudu skin yields amazingly durable leather and suede that ages exceptionally well. Because these hides are taken from wild animals they often show scars or other “imperfections” that domesticated hides do not.”
The Boy Wonder, comic short by Jake Wyatt.
can you say INSPIRING? Because wow what
I had forgotten ALL ABOUT this thing. Mr. Parker brought this post to my attention. Turns out I drew this thing like… four years ago? Three years ago?
I love the hell out of Robin, y’all. I have a soft spot for all teenaged vigilantes.
man, what happened jake?! you used to be so good! /sarcasm /givinghimshit
perfection. also love the shorts.
This is a really lovely piece from a genuine class act. A guy who really is worth paying attention to. I just turned 32, and I’m still trying to figure out how to live a balanced, grown-up life. Kareem gets it.
“…and the numba’ one mom pendant”
I am trying to summon an Internet connection
Jackie Robinson and Joe Louis compare notes, and the tools of their respective trades, on June 14, 1946 during Mr. Robinson’s visit to Mr. Louis’s training camp in Pompton Lake, New Jersey. It was 66 years ago today, on April 15, 1947, that Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in Major League Baseball to play with the Brooklyn Dodgers. Photo: Bettman/Corbis.
Both were groundbreaking pioneers in pro sports — Joe Louis was the first Black heavyweight champion of the world since Jack Johnson’s reign had compelled white boxers like Jack Dempsey to refuse to fight Black boxers in order to maintain white supremacy of the title — and both were carefully groomed by promoters to be as inoffensive and non-threatening to white people as possible in their public personas. But they kicked ass within their sports and now sit atop the pantheon of sports legends.
I remember going through a phase where I kinda hated on Joe Louis for being a meek and mild, flag-waving prop for the US. But with time and maturity, I realized: there would be no Muhammed Ali without Joe Louis. These “acceptable” [read: quite, non-threatening, non-confrontational] Negroes opened the door for the proud, brash, and very threatening Negroes to come.
A special thank you to all of you who were the “first” through your respective doors of opportunity.