What Your Favorite Streetwear Brand Says About You

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You are a hardcore Pharrell stan or an Asian dude with a passing resemblance to Chad Hugo. You have a self-portrait of yourself done in the style of Baby Milo.

You have lyrics from Supreme Clientele tattooed on your body and your go-to kit includes Wallabees and a du-rag.

Your home page is set to Karmaloop. You recently got your first tattoo. Surprise! It's a full sleeve on your arm.

You are literally like one of three people in D.C. who isn't a complete turbo-bro douchebag... but you spend most of your weekends Bolt Bus-ing it to New York anyway.

You will fight the slow but sure gentrification of the Lower East Side until you too, are priced out by a luxury hotel.

You refuse to believe Wu-Tang ever broke up and named your Rottweiler Big Baby Jesus.

You have a curfew but stay up all night rebelling against your parents by posting naked chicks on Tumblr or perfecting your ollie on the driveway, much to the neighbors' chagrin.

You are Filipino and got handed a bunch of T-shirts and hoodies from your older brother or cousin who got a "real job" and couldn't wear this shit anymore.

You smoke expensive Gauloise cigarettes because you think it's cool and haven't actually been to Paris—you just copped this off the hypebeast forums for three times the price.

You really, really, really love camo, floral patterns, and snakeskin. People know you as "the really cool-looking dude at Agenda that is always in (insert rapper here)'s entourage."

You live in California, love Internet memes, and instinctively salivate anytime you hear the word "collaboration."

You are either way too young to know how old the brand is or way too old to be wearing streetwear (but you still do anyway, because DAMN THE MAN and you've "always been down with the culture").

You get so high that you think you're a better skater than you actually are. Also, your socks have gotten you in trouble before because your math teacher doesn't think they belong in a high school.

You're reading this on your phone, because you're currently in line for the next drop.

You put "A$AP" in your Twitter name even though no one else in Missouri knows who "A$AP Mob" is.

You are either Asian, Kid Cudi, or you wish it was still 2005.