Thursday, December 4, 2008

Dip in dunks

Nike Vandal Heavy.


Nike Terminator Heavy.

Both of the above is what I wanted to get about a month ago. Will get it soon if I do have at least an amount to spend after all that X'mas season of giving.
My Nike Madness hasnt fade, I guess it wont - it's Art.
Mashed up with lots of creativity, brain juice and funk.

Nike Dunk High SB.
Dipped in Gold.
Estimated or said to be about US$1600.
Top of the list dream collection of pair of shoe.

Dafted and reflected by - Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. at 12/04/2008 08:42:00 PM

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG! Loving the shoes

December 10, 2008 at 9:56 PM
Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Haha you bet me too. Awesome stuff right? Wanna get my hands on more soon.

December 11, 2008 at 9:47 AM
The reason for things said...

Hey the dunks! Its the dunks!!! AYE!

December 26, 2008 at 1:24 AM
Anonymous said...

Boom was me man! Daryl!! AYE!!!

December 26, 2008 at 1:25 AM

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