Fly sh*t, Tie sh*t.

Vulpin. Brush. Need that. But can't have it 'cause it's sold out. Allllllll'uh'emmmm, smh.

That's that sh*t I DO like.

Ooooooooooooooh.

During my 18 hr. excursion to NYC for Poppa Walters' bday, per the norm, I saw a host of women who could only be described as, "fresh a** muhf*ckas," walking the streets.  Wellllllll, THAT prompted me to make my way on down to thesartorialist.com to see what was (and, still is) hatnin' outchea in the wonderful world we live in, as it relates to personal style.  Look what I found!

I dig these chicks.