Inside Operation McFly: The Vulture Interviews Al Cabino

Since the late 1960s, the so-called “activists” have been all talk and no results. Their failure to have an impact on society is especially notable in the consumer realm, where Nike has discovered that your typical socially-conscious vegan will gladly buy Dunks straight off the sweatshop assembly line. Just make that they’re limited edition Dunks signed by the same street artist who designed his favorite wheatpastes and refers to the brand as “Nyke.”
Al Cabino, on the other hand, is an activist who gets things done. He is unabashedly fond of the Nike brand. The twentysomething Canadian “sneaker activist” has been crowned the herald of a new, pragmatic activism, less idealist and more effectual than the old sign-waving, foot-stomping activism. Rather than ask Nike to be Good, Cabino asks only that they be Cool by granting his humble request to reissue the long-tongued, auto-buckling ultrahigh tops that Marty McFly wore in Back to the Future II’s vision of the year 2015. Cabino’s petition (see and sign it here ) asks that they be issued to the public nine years early, in 2006, a project he calls “Operation McFly.” So far, the project has attracted 3,813 signatures, a great deal of press (The Washington Post suspected Cabino was a covert Nike shill. They were wrong.), and a premature bit of snipe from yours truly, the Vulture, who called Cabino’s operation, “one of the greatest wastes of human time and creativity imaginable, second only to the time Cabino made a pair of Nikes from chocolate, and then wrote about them on his blog.” We meant it at the time, but now that we’ve learned what a nice guy Cabino is, and his deep sincerity about this project, we’d like to take it back.
The intrepid Cabino brushed off our cruel sacrilege of the sneaker culture he holds dear like so much journalistic dirt off his shoulder. He charmed us, sending along kind notes and even consenting to a telephone interview, which you’ll find below. As you’ll see, Cabino foresees a future where consumers are not hostile protesters or passive robots but active collaborators in the design process. Al, the next time you find yourself in Philly, the cheesesteaks are on us.
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Vulture: Your petition to Nike has won you quite a bit of media attention. Do you ever worry that all this hype might pump your celebrity up to the point where your message gets obscured?
Al Cabino: It’s true—people want to interview me, ask me questions, pit me against traditional activists. Really, though, I’m just a regular guy. I’m not doing this to get on Entertainment Tonight or be a presenter at the Oscars. I’m not doing it because I own a sneaker store or factory, or because I own stock in Nike. This is a pure petition. People can say anything they want to say, but they can’t stick nothing on me. I’m just a sneakerographer, and the core people in the sneaker world know it. That’s the only reason this works, because there’s a genuine, authentic guy behind it. I am media shy. I am mysterious. I’m not into the media circus thing. I’m not doing this to get on Celebrity Jeopardy. This is for real.
V: Why did you get into sneakers?
AC: I love sneakers but I’m not one-dimensional, I love activism, movies, media, pizza. Love doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time to develop. My childhood sneaker memories have a lot to do with rocking brand new kicks and doing the dance moves from Thriller or trying to do the Moonwalk. Sneakers are fun.
V: What is sneaker activism, and where do you see it fitting with older, more traditional forms of activism?
AC: Sneaker activism is applying activism to sneaker culture. There’s old-style activism with people like Naomi Klein. This is new-style activism.
V: How so?
AC: The traditional activists are saying yes, Cabino is an activist, but they try to make nuances because they’re uncomfortable with me. But they can’t beat Oxford. They can’t beat Merriam Webster. If you look in the dictionary, you’ll see I’m an activist. This all started with a simple question: Can sneaker activism work? I won’t know the answer until I go to Nike, to Beaverton.
V: What does Nike think about your petition?
AC: I gave the Nike people an update on my project. I let them know that I’m here doing the petition, and that once I get a respectable number I’m visiting them at their headquarters. Right after I started the petition I was contacted by someone at Nike. He said “Al, this is big. You are on the Nike Inc. global intranet. Usually the only thing on there is very important stuff for the employees.” And I was on there. A few days in they were already talking about it.
V: Why, out of all the sneakers out there, did you choose the Marty McFly Nike from Back to the Future II for your revival campaign?
AC: The McFlys are the Holy Grail of movie sneakers. The McFlys were created just for the film, with a vision of what sneakers might look like in 2015. They were never worn beyond the silver screen. I’ve always been fascinated by them.
V: Before the petition, I heard you made a chocolate sneaker. Why did you dip a pair of sneakers in chocolate?
AC: A lot of people were like “wow.” They loved this gesture, but they didn’t understand that it was a reference to the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. If you watch the film, you’ll see Gene Wilder throw a pair of Pumas into a vat of molten chocolate. Mr. Salt asks “What’s that for?” Then Wonka answers, “Gives it a little kick.”
V: What other brands or products do you find inspiring?
AC: The Nintendo Revolution. I’m a longtime Nintendo fan, and the joystick design is very intriguing. If Nintendo is reading the interview and wants to send me a Nintendo Revolution, please, go ahead.
V: What do you make of your critics, some of whom are saying that activism and consumer culture are antithetical?
AC: Really, I’m asking some of the same questions that they’re asking. Can this really work? Can this really happen? Some people have trouble understanding this story because it isn’t a David versus Goliath story. It’s an and. There’s no story of David and Goliath, no stories about them playing tennis or skiing together. We as humans believe in the versus story, and a lot of people are more comfortable with versus because it’s something they understand. But there are also people who believe in the evolution of the story. The media likes to frame what I’m doing as a demand, but if you read the petition, it says request. There’s a nuance there that they miss.
V: What’s next for Al Cabino?
AC: I’m not [celebrated environmentalist] David Suzuki. I’m not Faith Popcorn. I’m a regular guy. What they don’t understand is that it’s all about the project, not about me getting the spotlight.
V: Are you a Michael J. Fox fan?
AC: Yes, here in Canada, Michael J. Fox is like royalty. He’s this young Canadian guy who made it really big in Hollywood. He’s an international superstar. We don’t really have any royals here, and in the New World celebrity culture tends to replace the culture of royalty.
V: Has Montreal, your home, had an impact on your work?
AC: Vice magazine was born in Montreal. So was Dov Charney and Naomi Klein. We’re this whole generation of people who are born of brutal honesty. I love that.
You can find out more about Al Cabino at http://operationmcfly.blogspot.com.
Smith: The Magazine About Everything & Nothing. Or Maybe Something, But We Couldn’t Tell You What.

“Everyone has a story.” So send us yours. We’ll turn it into html and post it on the web and hey, and maybe even send it along to our illustrator friend who can transform your prose into artwork.Mom will be so proud.
We’ve heard this before. It’s a more dignified way of saying: “We have no clue what this magazine is about. Please do our job for us.” This is how you get stories like, “I worked for Bill O’Reilly … but he never laid a hand on me.” Or, “I worked for a doctor who had once examined Mick Jagger. So I never actually met Mick, but I talked to someone who met him and analyzed three samples of what I believed was his urine.”
Okay, and we once saw Mick drunk off his ass at Tangerine and then tipped the guy who cleared his plates. So what? This is fine cocktail conversation but please, don’t write a story about hanging out with famous people unless you’ve got the goods. And don’t start a magazine that will publish any set of words that anyone sees fit to write. That’s what the Internet is for.
The ‘Stache is Cashed

The long, slow death of irony was much foretold in the dark ages of 2001, but what of the death of the ironic mustache? That took much longer to fall, but fall it has. Mustaches, popularized by pornographers Terry Richardson, Ron Jeremy, Dov Charney and their pornographer-wannabe hangers-on, have been spotted all over the streets of New York’s Lower East Side for years, and long ago made their prickly, tickly way between Brooklyn’s fetid fishnets. Their power was unmatched; their reign unquestioned. Mustaches were everywhere, hanging from the upper lips of the bartenders of Williamsburg, muscling up against faux-hawks for room on the L train. But what terrorism could not fell, charity has. Mustaches for Kids, a organization that sponsors mustache-growing and dedicates the money that growers raise to (yawn) a good cause, has made mustache-wearing as passe as, well, Terry Richardson and Dov Charney.
The New King of Schmooze Photography: Peter Beste Has Good Friends in Hell
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Surely you recall Mr. Glen E. Friedman, the shaggy-haired fanzine photographer who somehow found himself at the big bang of 21st century popular culture—Southern California around 1990. Friedman’s early photographs capture the birth of punk, West Coast hip hop, and swimming pool skateboarding as intimately as a high school yearbook. By pluck or coincidence, Friedman found seems to have gotten down with all the major players before he was out of middle school. Now two thousand-ought-six has it’s own Friedman wannabe, one Peter Beste, who alternately chills with the grime fiends, casts spells with the blackest trolls of Norwegian hardcore, and mixes syrup with the slum-dwelling gun enthusiasts who built Houston’s hip hop establishment. We got to hand it to Beste—that’s some nice range. Clearly this guy could teach us a thing or two about how to hang.
Sprite’s Toy Story

Wouldn’t it be great if you could obtain the thrill of spraying your unreadable street name on the side of a wall without actually having to break the law, or, for that matter, leaving the climate controlled luxury of your office cubicle? You can now, thanks to Sprite’s “Refreshing Wall” campaign, the perfect noon time goof off activity for skinny graphic designers who listen to Biggie Smalls and imagine that they’re popping caps at rival dealers with every click and drag of the mouse. Sprite proudly invites you to “Rock Your Piece on the Refreshing Wall.” Mad props also go out to Sprite’s homeboy from the block, the Microsoft Network, for hooking this illmatically awkward invitation to express yourself on a wall nobody will ever see in a frame paid for by stockholders who wouldn’t know a can of Krylon from Crayola crayon.
The Amazing Advertising Slogan Generator

Back in the day, it cost a couple hundred thousand dollars to have a room full of bright boys come up with some cockamamie slogan for your brand of potted meat. But as we all know, information wants to be free. So now you can plug your name or brand into the free online Advertising Slogan Generator and see your identity subsumed in generalities so blandly universal they have the power to bestow an ambiguous sheen of prestige on entities as shallow and disreputable as, well, us. Check out these Vulture-iffic sloganizaitons…
I Want My Vulture.
Get Busy With The Vulture.
You Can’t Stop The Vulture.
The Best Part of Waking Up is Vulture in Your Cup.
… then pay the generator a visit and start cranking out your own!
http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi rel=”external” title=”The Ad Slogan Generator”>The Ad Slogan Generator
The Hipster Hate Industry

The word “hipster” is sort of like “the tipping point, or “the zone,” a concept that’s slept around with so many other concepts that it’s
been stretched far beyond the limit of actually meaning anything at all. Does “hipster” refer to those who define themselves through superior consumption habits? Or that select and well-connected group that defines what tomorrow’s superior consumption habits are going to be? Is it simply anyone who’s young and living in a city with money to burn? Is it the name we call ourselves, or the name we give to those we hate? We don’t know the answer anymore, which is why there’s money to be made and attention to be gathered making fun of those gosh darned hipstering hipsters, whoever they are. Check out these hot hipster links for the latest fads in hipster bashing:
Why We Hanker For Hankerchiefs

The Handkerchief. Not just for your grandaddy anymore. Now that the boho look has gone the way of electroclash, young ladies of fashion and means are sporting slimmer skirts and fewer beads ’round their swan-like necks. And their gentlemen callers have added a new item to their repertory, an improvement on those silly bandanas of the summer months: the hanky, tucked away and just barely peeking out of their breast pocket. Ironic fashion it is not. High fashion
it may be. The Vulture has previously sung the praises of cufflinks and fedoras. Please, do not attempt to
combine all three in one jaunt down memory lane. The handkerchief stands alone, best paired with a buttoned shirt, a well-fitted blazer, and a snug pair of trousers. Hats are optional and, if the flowing locks of your long hair reach below the chin, a nice touch. But cufflinks would be a bit much.
When experimenting with pocket-linens, it’s crucial to keep in mind the proper fold
(http://www.ehow.com/how_18037_fold-handkerchief.html). If your nose is runny, use a napkin. The handkerchief is to be seen and not used. And those who remember the color-coded back-pocket experiments of their follied youth should remember that the same rules do not apply to the front. Sometimes a color is just a color.
Yo Check This Out, Dog

We like skateboarders and their ilk. They dwell among us, designing our websites and sometimes even sharing our frothy happy hour pitchers. Yet we’ve always found something annoyingly solemn and
self-righteous about them. Skateboarders and their fellow Johnny Knoxville pranksters would happily give their own grandmothers swirlies for the chance to act like six year-olds on MTV, and yet they talk about the right to skateboard on public property as if the pursuit of ollies was guaranteed in the constitution, right alongside the pursuit of happiness. Skateboarding, in other words, has long deserved a send-up. Now it’s got one, from Extreme Gene the Extreme Skipper.
Take a look at the movie below and watch Gene skip through the streetsv and the public parks in his headband and sunglasses, talking about fighting the man, feeling the flow, breaking down walls, and never looking back. Dude. Awesome.
Sony Gets Writers Cramp

Last month we wrote about Sony’s awkwardly faux-underground PSP campaign, wherein the company hired authentic graffiti artists to (illegally) paint characters on walls in inner cities. First the graffiti artists themselves complained, about how the cultural authenticity of their street art should not be defiled by money, at least not outside of a gallery context. Now city officials and editorialists are following suit. What’s interesting is that they’re not just slamming Sony for breaking the law, but for being deceptive
or “phony.” Perhaps this will lead to the long awaited acceptance of vandalism as a public artform, or at least the consensus that paintheads should only draw inside the lines of the law while they’re on a corporate clock.

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