Living in the urban zone often forces tightly-packed cityfolk to come up with clever substitutions for comforts afforded by the open space of smaller towns: the murphy bed, mini-fridge, and microwave-toaster oven onesie are just a few examples of common cityfied mods.
But what is a testosterone-filled urban youth to do when city life dictates that he shall not own a bling-accessorized vehicle? What on earth does he do to communicate his rippling manliness to his peers when he can't go cruising with the windows rolled down in a car that goes boom (real audio)? Well, at least he can make something go boom...
Waiting for the subway last weekend, I bore witness to one of those "why don't I have my camera with me today" moments. Some post-teen dude strutting up and down the train platform, sporting an accoutrement that went boom! just above the crotchline. A long, thin, narrow belt buckle bearing a speaker on either end. It was some sort of hybrid between the two closest likenesses the internet spat out at me (above) in my desperate attempt to search for this fully-functional belt buckle boombox. The real-deal appeared to be hooked up to an MP3 player full of reggaeton: hell yes. In an age of luxury dwellings popping up on every corner and stirrup pants making a comeback in hipster 'hoods, it's refreshing to see some Old New York attitude in full effect.
Hell Yes, Liz!
You have 6 months to save up! I'm a size Small. I prefer metallic purple.
Posted by: cindy d. | August 16, 2006 at 03:03 PM
"We like the cars, the cars that go BOOM!" - Baltimore band, CLOACA
Posted by: Listener Katya Oddio | August 22, 2006 at 10:41 PM