After a whirlwind through Vegas with non-stop tradeshows, gambling, drinking, and dead hookers, we all made it back safely to Los Angeles. We were all tired and a little lighter in the wallets (except for Rory- bastard), but the trip was well worth it. It was good meeting new friends, catching up with old ones, and showing support to our fellow streetwear hustlers. Until August, I guess my catalog of Celine Dion songs will have to comfort me.

The Devil herself.

Gaudy lounge at the Project Show. Check out the dude laid out on the couch. Someone had more fun last night than we did.