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Brian Procell looks a bit like a hunter-gatherer with his full beard and backpack covered in Turkish
kilim (a special-edition Purple label North Face)its fitting, considering the days plans include
hitting up New Yorks best flea markets to replenish Procell, his popular Lower East Side vintage
shop. Looking at me, youd never guess I was obsessed with DKNY bicycle shorts, he jokes,
walking up to the West 25th Street Market, where two old friends recognize him and promptly
stroll over. They embrace and share memories of a long-ago party. I remember getting really high
with Dizzee Rascal, says Procell, laughing. I slept in a Bronco!
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WORKAHOLI CS STAR BLAKE ANDERSONS T-SHI RT LI NE MAKES YOU GO
WHAAAAT? BY DREW TEWKSBURY. PHOTOGRAPHED BY STEVEN TAYLOR
teenage dreams
UP IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS,
zillion-dollar homes are typically
hidden behind towering hedges or
menacing gates, forever obscuring
the identities of the famous folks
who live within. There is, however,
an exception to this rule: the house
belonging to Blake Anderson, the
effusively maned stoner-savant of
Comedy Centrals Workaholics.
His is marked by a Jeep painted in
the pattern of an American flag.
Yeah, thats my car, says
Anderson with pride. I saw it on
set once, and I knew it had to be
mine. Of course, I called all my
friends first, to make sure they
wouldnt unfriend me if they saw
me driving around in it.
Its the off-season for
Workaholics, the millennial answer
to The Office, and Anderson has
just returned home from a daylong
writing session with co-stars Adam
DeVine and Anders Holm at their
office in the San Fernando Valley.
Its dinnertime for his baby, Mars
Ilah Anderson, who is perched in
a high chair chomping spoonfuls
of green mush delivered by
Andersons wife, model-blogger
Rachael Finley.
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This sounds like a thoroughly
domestic scene, but visually, the
home is anything but. Previously
owned by skateboarder Rob
Dyrdek and featured in his MTV
reality show Rob & Big, the house
is basically Andersons characters
dream pad. The walls are papered
with clashing patterns; a framed
Swamp Thing poster overlooks
the dining room table; a replica
E.T. squats in the corner, sporting
costume jewelry. Above the
table is an upside-down, iron
prickly-pear cactus chandelier,
inspired by one Anderson saw at
a Mexican restaurant in Burbank.
This collection of oddities reflects
the same aesthetic anarchy that
he has channeled into his latest
creative endeavor, the T-shirt
company Teenage. You could
say a little bit of our home goes into
these shirts, he concedes, laying
out a few tees on his table.
The images, which Anderson and
Finley design together, offer sensory
overload of the pharmacological
variety, mashing up appropriated
90s pop-culture flotsam with digital
detritus from the Internet ageif
an iPhone app could convert an
animated GIF into a shirt, Teenage
might be the result. One shows a
seven-eyed, devil-horned Stimpy
emblazoned over polka dots and pot
leaves, while another features a blue
skeleton melting away on a distant
desert planet. Tie-dye and aliens
are recurring themes. Anderson
says Teenage takes inspiration
from psychedelic fashion lines like
Mishkaand even from hip-hop
troupe Odd Future, who stop by the
house from time to time. Downstairs
in his pseudo man cave, a thrift store
painting of Mtley Cre singer Vince
Neil has been reworked with a sketch
by Tyler, the Creator; this hangs next
to a print by illustrator Johnny Ryan
that mixes Garfield the cat with the
satanic Baphomet.
While the name suggests a
nostalgia for Andersons teenage
years in the 90s, the idea actually
came from a different source. I was
thinking about how we were moving
into the teen yearslike 2013 and
2014 and so on, and that something
new was happening, he explains. So
instead of looking backward, Teenage
emphatically gazes into the future:
We are trying to make clothes that
will someday show up in a thrift store
and make people say, What the hell
is this?
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