Chuckie T.

The All-Star, conceived in 1917. A clean break into the basketball shoe market by Converse and Chuck T.

You would later branch away from them and into a typical fashion trend, put to death several times only to rise again. My thin, flat footed friend, you certainly haven't changed much since then.

You're now immortal in the eyes of the fashionable beholder. As some may not know you, they are only ignorant of your history and long-time rule.

You are Mulatto, a mixture of black and white. A standard that is plain and uncomplicated by nature. But extremely famous, seemingly built upon what I think is greater:

Affordability and adoration of the young consumer.

A true thing of the past for the baby-boomers. Inherently ours, young fashionistas of the new age. No longer fascinated by only blacks and grays.

A generation of loud individuality and personality.


A design so elementary, a white tee and stone-wash jeans can completely run away with your simplicity. As if there's no better place to be than here with Chuckie T.


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