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Complex: What were you like as a kid? How did you dress?

Taz: As a kid? I’ll say this. In 1986, I was in a prep gang on 108th street in Crenshaw called “The Nerdz Gang,” like the candies. It was a spin-off of being a nerd, but these were like criminal cats riding surfboards, skateboards—all black, mind you—and selling a little weed and shoplifting surf clothes. And that was the first gang that I ever wanted to be in, and like I was in the 6th grade…

Complex: After Paris Fashion Week, you really had all the blogs talking about you—specifically about the way you dress. Everyone was like, “Yo, Taz is wearing tights! What the fuck is that about?” Why do you think they were so shocked?

Taz: Cats don’t travel! They got to go to like Japan and see…there’s killers in this world with this style shit…muthafuckin’ ninjas that will slice your neck quick. You think you fresh rolling up with your little Gucci, and muthafuckas up there wearing dresses and shit with beards. But they not gay, they just wearing a kilt and their shit is fresh! They sitting there hanging out with fucking Karl Lagerfield. He’s worked with me, how the fuck are you gonna call him wack? Muthafuckas don’t have their minds right. This is art, man. This shit ain’t about fucking like “hip-hop rules” or no shit like that. This shit is Basquiat and Andy Warhol.

Note: We agree! Go renew your passports, Sirs! We want to go to Paris...

Excerpt taken from the March Issue of
Complex Magazine.

Its well worth the money.
This man is not only fine as all hell, but smart too.