Air Yeezy

Kanye is undoubtedly one of the most talented and interesting artists around, both on and off record. And he’s also in possession of an ego so big that it has it’s own moon.

Luckily for us, his blog is always good value, combining long rants (WHICH ARE ALWAYS DELIVERED IN CAPS SO THAT THEY SOUND EVEN MORE IMPORTANT AND STUFF), galleries of trouser-stiffeningly hot women wearing precious little clothing…and chairs that look nice. I shit you not. Half of the stuff that he posts links to are beautiful but painfully impractical formica chairs from random Scandanavian designers who wouldn’t know a comfortable seat if someone dropped one on their smörgåsbord.

Still, at least those buttock-bothering chairs are nice to look – unlike Kanye’s latest Nike Air Yeezy designs.

Dear Christ, what has he done? Never before in the history of humankind have so many foul colours been juxtaposed against each other to create a montage so god-awful that you’d rather saw your own feet off at the ankle with a plastic picnic knife than risk another person see you wearing them. Ugh. Where did it all go wrong Mr West? Answers on the back of a postcard please. IN CAPS.