"The game changes every day..."

I appreciate growing up during the emergence of southern hip hop. As a child of hip hop and a son of the south it was a moment for me when the epicenter of our burgeoning culture shifted from the Bronx to the Backwoods. The fresh new artist of the day were not only familiar to me in look, style, and vernacular; we shared a perspective shaped by a region, a climate, a past that seasons everything we do. As autumn leaves must fall down, so must the game transition. Nature demands it. Life is never static, no matter how trapped in a web of seamless days we may feel.

Just as constant as the falling leaves of change, though, are the natural perennials; the select species that withstand nature's mandate to change as the world turns. Nature's tapestry is a complement of the seeds of change and the steadfast perennials that line the landscape. It is within this balance that we exist.

So it is with style. Seasons change, mad things rearrange. Fresh ideas are manifest. New iterations of old designs are birthed; and style standards remain true. They are repurposed and re-envisioned, but never fade. In this way each thread, each new and old concept comes together to form the tapestry that is this moment's modern style. Round and round, round we go...