Kerwin Frost's Terrifying Horse Head Sneakers Cause Nightmares | Let's Use Them

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Looking at Harlem-born designer and talk show host Kerwin Frost’s new collab sneaker with Adidas, one wonders if it’s capable to triggering nightmares. AOC chooses to take a more benign read on his Forum Hi designed to resemble a horse face.

If wearing the sneakers causes some gang member dude to threaten you with a pistol-whipping unless you get those terrifying sneakers off the street — well, you’ve still invested in a piece of modern art. Note the nose turds — or even a terrified penis trying to escape the screams of horror induced by this sneaker.

Could the ‘Horse’ face sneaker just be a sick joke? Stay tuned on Frost’s Insta.

On a more positive note, perhaps the sneaker drop is timed to coincide with Beyoncé’s Ivy Park X Adidas Rodeo collab?

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I’ll bet you don’t know that an estimated 25 percent of America’s cowboys were Black. With Republicans trying to deny critical race theory, perhaps those of us who support BLM and teaching Black history to kids in school can start wearing Kerwin Frost’s horse sneakers in Republican neighborhoods.

We could make it like a voodoo curse, which Kerwin Frost loves. Then again, Republicans are locked and loaded with assault weapons, so we would all probably die in our desire to be disruptive seekers of democracy in America. Bad idea, Anne.

Black Cowboys From Inner-City Philly to Small Town Texas Continue to Ride

‘Legends’ by Ron Tarver

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Nick Lehr, Arts + Culture Editor interviews Ron Tarver, Associate Professor of Art, Swarthmore College. First published on The Conversation.

In an interview, which has been edited for length and clarity, Ron Tarver, who is now a professor at Swarthmore College, explains how his photographs of Philadelphia’s urban riding clubs ended up becoming a broader project on the Black cowboy experience in America.

How did these riding clubs operate?

Well, there are a lot of groups. The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club has sort of become the one that everybody knows, because it’s the one that was featured in [G. Neri’s young adult novel] “Ghetto Cowboy,” and now the movie.

But the one that I spent most my time with was this big one in Brewerytown, the Western Wranglers. They occupied an abandoned building called the White House that had been turned into the stables. It was big, with something like 15 or 20 bays of horses, and it was an operation. They would hold these impromptu parades through the city. Eventually the White House got turned into condos.

A guy called Bumpsey – George Bullock was his real name – owned the White House with his sister. He seemed to sort of organize everything. He was so fit, and he looked like a cowboy, with the big bar mustache. Just an incredibly attractive guy.

I got a call from him last fall, completely out of the blue. I hadn’t talked to him in around 25 years. About a month later, he died of COVID.

Do you know the origins of the clubs?

A lot of [original club members] had grown up in the South and came up to Philadelphia, where there was already an infrastructure [for horses] in place.

Philadelphia used to have a lot of stables because there were food carts, and people would put the fruit and vegetables on the horse-drawn carts and then go through the street to sell their wares. That sort of tradition died out, but the stables were still there.

For those who joined the clubs, it was their life. Older members passed knowledge down to younger ones. I guess you could equate it to skateboarding. I mean, you look at skateboarding – there are older people that skateboard, there are young people that skateboard. It’s a lifestyle and a community, and it’s what they did, day in and day out.

‘The Basketball Game’ by Ron Tarver