Mailed out almost all the rest of the Kobe tees this week.
Sent them out to all sorts of people who we thought might enjoy them; all the A-list celebs who frequent Staples Center, bunch of 'tastemakers', bloggers, designers, friends, etc. Below are a few examples.
Our boy Lang, executive editor at SLAM.
A link to the project was up on this design blog last week and we got a lot of positive feedback from random strangers. Amongst whom was this guy Phillip who runs a creative agency out in Brooklyn and told us he loved the project and asked us to send him an XL.
And of course, the most notable, and perplexing recipient who we threw on our list, Dwayne. I actually don't know if you're allowed to send shirts into Riker's but hopefully he'll at least get to throw the posters up in his cell or something.
Anyway, in other sports related news:
Isner v. Mahut, Wimbledon 2010 First Round. (6/22, 6/23, 6/24)
As I'm sure you all heard, this thing lasted 11 hours over the course of 3 days. When TV coverage ran out I had to stream the feed from ESPN3.com. When you consider the epic length of this match, everyone is really blown away by the endurance of the players and their relentlessness etc. but just imagine the effect that an event of these proportions, spread over three days, had on my productivity this week.
By the way, that Trey Songz photo in the corner of that screenshot is part of a downloadable app - we're in the middle of designing a skin for a project built on the same platform. Just wanted to clear that up so people didn't see a photo of him with his shirt off on my desktop and get the wrong idea. It's probably bad enough that I wrote all about Drake earlier this week.
2010 NBA Draft (6/24)
Then of course after Isner's match and the rest of the day's Wimbledon coverage, they held the NBA draft tonight. And, just like last year, I once again went unselected.
Analysts and scouts were reporting that GM's liked my outside shooting and impeccable court vision but they also apparently heard about how I sprained my ankle in Ruchir's driveway in December and fear that I might never regain my (semi) explosive first step. Meanwhile, Matt claims no one picked me because I don't play defense or jump for rebounds.
Also, in real life, my boy Jeremy Lin went undrafted despite having worked out for a handful of teams. I guess nobody wants a hard working, well rounded forward with an Ivy league education when you can get one of the many tattooed, gun carrying, drug abusers with criminal records and violent pasts. On the other hand Jeremy still has that Harvard degree to fall back on. If the NBA didn't snatch up some of those other 19 year olds with the weapons and scary tempers, who knows where they'd end up, right?
