it's almost been a year since i've been here...feels good to be back!

additional shots of my KGM_ESCOBARs

Get the FUCK Out of Here...

http://www.solakzade.net/product/823

..then buy me these. Most definitely HIGH up on the list of must purchase. These Valentino's are to DIE for. It makes me shed a tiny little pinstripe of a tear knowing that it was born into this world the same time as I was. So futuristic. So conceptual. Almost like 3 floating acetate pieces and nothing in between. (Defragmented anyone???????? ;] )

It's been a while, my friends. And no I haven't gone anywhere. The juices are still overflowing, in a never ending whirlwind of fiery drive and vision. I guess you could say personal issues are putting a mental (and physical) block on opening the flood gates. Pray that Roma will do just that for me. I think it will. I feel it.

xo,

Kevin G. Ma

Sunglass Company of the Future!

I feel like that's the current phrase right now: the future. And I mean, its about time right? The beginning of mankind was already building palaces, pyramids and colosseums, where the hell are our flying cars and oil-independent equipment?

With that being said, I am finallygetting around to this thing and my do I have something exciting to share. If you HAVEN'T already hopped on this fad, then do it. Drumroll please....

RETRO SUPER FUTURE!

Like the name states, they are the future. With stunning, impeccable design and craftsmanship, this eyewear company based in Milan is sure to be the next thing.

FLAT TOPS are beyond retro but with retrosuperfuture its back with a modern twist. God I love it. My shitty 3.99 pairs are actually this same shape. Ja'dore!

And who doesn't love sharp, geometric designs in this century? Their W shades are just that. God I can't even describe them with justice. Just stare at it and soak it all in!!

Anyway, I could go on for days. Go to their website, shop the hell out of it. Be retro, be super, be future.

http://retrosuperfuture.com/super/

xoxo,

Kevin G. Ma

Ps. pray that my email exchange with RSF will go well. If all goes according to plan, I'll be doing something with them this fall while studying abroad in Rome!! COME ON LIFE, WORK OUT FOR ME JUST THIS ONCE.

When creation comes to life..

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better picture

Mare

Suffix: to harm.

I just woke up from a nightmare. This isn't the first time I've seen it. Thought I'd write it down so the rich, tangible imagery can stay with me so I could delve in thought or perhaps so it can finally leave me.

It starts of with me at my old haus. The little tiny shack of a home that breathed so much warmth and life. 9116 De Adalena was its address, I believe. I am there, in my present, matured 20 year old form. I appear to be getting things from my car, struggling since my lack of a remote makes it hard to get around to all areas of the car (the dreams update too, i suppose. just recently lost my remote and have been having to do shit manually). It's 4:30 AM and a suspicious man walks by. Cloaked in a dirty, baggy red and grey letterman looking sweater he passes with no indication of harm. Just uneasiness. I for some reason am not afraid because the vibe he emits is not strong enough to cause worry.

Fast forward. I am on the tiny patch of grass that is the front house's yard, returning to my car as I see the man walk so softly that it appears hes floating, toward the little warm, lively shack in the back of the front house. He appears to float but there still is a heavy foot to his movement.

I stop going to the car and proceed to where I was: the side of the front house that has a direct view of my little shack. There are fences here that are convenient for me to crouch down and quickly tap into my animalistic senses and decide what to do. My body goes low on the floor, hands on the ground. Shoulders perked high, head low. I feel like an animal. I feel myself going into danger mode.

The mysterious figure enters my house. The thrashing of its insides makes me cringe. My heart stops. For some reason I myself don't know if there even is anyone inside. Maybe no one was home just yet. Maybe they were in the front house. Whatever the case was, I ran for it. Down the street I charged with every neuron of energy I had in me. Figures in a nightmare situations wouldn't be in your favor; it seemed as if no one was on the street to help. Inside or outside of their homes.

Suddenly, I am driving and the day is beginning to rouse from its slumber. Peering at the grey, post-rain seeming skies, I take my cell phone and frantically call my mom. She picks up. Moaning with cries. I try to scream, "Mom!" but to my luck my voice is faint, almost non-existent. "There's a man in the house. He's going to--" More thrashing. At this point I am feeling emotions surge through my body that I never experienced before. Then, my Mother speaks, "It's okay, Kevin. We're fine. You're Dad and I are just at BoA getting some cash out." Without thinking I hang up and move on to my next call, my sister.

Of course it goes straight to voicemail. I call again. Nothing.

// The dream goes on for quite some time but it's too piecey to try and detail. This is the richest, most memorable and I've definitely had it more than once. //

Kevin G. Ma

R.I.P

taken too, to0 soon.

Anuther Wun..

xoxo,
Kevin G. Ma

Just for S&Gs

but it really will happen one day. both the sunglasses and on the queen.

<3

Ooh la la..

the new possibilities.

Sacrilegion is the only religion

thoughts?

The Eye of The Storm

Oh how the past few weeks have been.

Never thought I'd make it out alive actually. I mean, I guess you could say a lot of it is my fault. You know, with the whole socialinterview.com questions via facebook and the endless, torturous work at Zara. School has been sucking every single atom of life in me in the past week. So the eye of the storm has come...and I indulged in this moment of calm with a photoshoot with Ryan Burke, an amazing man and a skilled photographer. Pictures will be up soon (I feel like I say that often) and OBVIOUSLY they are going to be unbearably fantasssssstic.

So while setting up, I couldn't help but notice my little "collection" (I use that word oh so lightly) sitting so delicately on the edges of Ryan's cranberry red L shaped couch. There I had 5 (if not 4) pieces sitting in unity. My labor. My design. My embodiment in these face pieces of art. Sure, I will admit that I also noticed the minimalism that some of them had; however, we all need to start somewhere, right? (cliche. barf.)



What I do know is that in my mind and soon on paper, there are many more comin'. You just sit there and be patient.






//Kevin G. Ma

so..........

i am indifferent.

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Retail, Oh Retail!

Retail is such a bitch sometimes. I swear I am gonna start categorizing my days accordingly. Like, "Oh, its a let-me-ignore-the-associate day" or "Oh, today's a lets-leave-thick-hangers-in-various-locations day" No matter what, those cun--those people that we unfortunately have to call customers, make retail such a dreadful place when its such a splendid thing! Shame shame.. Whatever, still love it and i will stop at NOTHING to get that Trafa promotion. Shit. Whats a boy gotta do here to become a coordinator (I work at Zara)? I mean.. I opened up SHIT TONS of hours in efforts to be ~full time~. What now? S some D? I mean most of corporate are women..but theres always Manuel.......... ;) I leave you with some photoz today. Although I feel like I'll be leaving these just for me. Haha.

xoxo
Kevin G. Ma

New Inspirashunz

So I've come to fall in love with Louis Vuitton's INTENSE ass bows that are on the runways/ads and I recently had an epiphany, while coming up with another sunglass concept, and realized: if girls can wear epic bows, why cant boys? So I came up with this and I am loving it! A good substitute for actual head bows I must say. Oh cannabis how I love you so.. also a shout out to my bb, Kat.

xoxo
Kevin G. Ma