If you’re here, I’ll be presumptuous — and not in that irksome clickbait “You won’t believe what…” way —and assume that you own something by Ari Marcopoulos. Ari is one of the greats, working with the Gucci’s new order as well as Supreme, and his documents of NYC skate culture are immortal. He’s done a lot more too, from eccentric character studies to landscapes, and while a lot of volumes of his work stick to a single topic or, in the case of Directory, are too colossal to absorb in a single lifetime, Not Yet, which launches in September on Rizzoli is a more definitive overview of the photographer’s work from the 1980s to the present day, promising to clock in at 304 pages, with each chapter edited by an artist or family member who knows Ari. Continuing this streak of presumption I can confidently declare that this will be great.


There’s a new KAWS book set to drop around then too. The Museum of Modern Art, Fort Worth, Texas’ exhibition was announced a while back but it opens in October. With his gear for Uniqlo filling reseller baskets and the vast sculptures at Longside Gallery way up north filling IG feeds, KAWS’ work is more popular than ever and Where the End Starts sounds like it’s going to be a more scholarly analysis than the usual excitable blog coverage or previous publications.


We’re in the era where like minds can egg each other on and create some deeply indulgent product. If you came of age in the 1980s or early 1990s and wanted sportswear you’ll know that Olympus Sports ran things across the country long before any shoe boutique ever existed. Big up the minds behind Relish for creating a t-shirt homage to the defunct chain that taught us so much. Buy one, put it on and stand amongst your stacked shoeboxes and pretend that it’s your Saturday stockroom job. No store, so you’ll have to go to the Facebook page and get your DM on.

A feature in the new Proper magazine meant that some people who really, really like Stoney and CP visited the Osti Archive in Italy. That issue drops next week, but this promotional video shows some well-preserved gems to remind you why Osti is about far, far more than some vaguely patronising working class cosplay by blokes called Harry and Toby.