Before Steve Jobs & Apple addressed the issue of clutter by announcing the advent of “app folders” at his Keynote for iPhone OS4, a lot (a lot meaning most) of my ADD-riddled homies were victim to a phenomenon that plagues most iPhone users: downloading apps left and right, but actually using very few of them (some none at all).

This is probably a result of users not finding utilities that are essential to their lifestyle; first-use irrelevance is a death sentence for these apps. My homie Louis Colon, who in a former life was the founder/owner of Laces Boutique and Kicksclusive Magazine, has looked to change that with his iPhone app called MySneakers (available in the App Store starting today). We’ve already seen sneaker magazines and blogs make their content available in the form of an iPhone app, which, for better or worse, provides the users with information that they need to stay in tune with every release date, rumors of collabs, and what designers are doing in Beaverton. Perfect timing as the industry begins shifting it’s product delivery strategies wholly towards the digital landscape.

My Sneakers 1.0 delivers release date information, store details, aggregates popular blog content, and a offers a robust look at an almost infinite amount of kicks (all the information one would need to influence purchase decision) in an easy-to-navigate user interface. It also allows users to post their discoveries to their respective Facebook or Twitter friends/followers. Not bad.

If you’re an iPhone/iPod Touch user reading this, and have an insatiable appetite for Mikes, Foams, Chucks, Uptowns, or whatever, I implore you be the early adopter that you think you are, and check out the application.

Earlier this week, the really good folks at 94×50 & NSW flexed their creative + marketing muscles and allowed me to partake in a very uniquely curated one-night experience.

It basically happened like this…. a delivery man showed up to my office with a mysterious paper bag (with the exception of my name etched in Sharpie, it was unmarked). I opened the bag, and removed its contents-  a miniature orange Nike box, suited for either a baby or  an adult with abnormally tiny feet. Inside the box was a burner (if you don’t know what that means, please watch The Wire), and a strip of paper with instructions to text my name to a random number. It texted me back with a time and address.

Now, there aren’t many brands that could pull of a Matrix-esque invitation process and keep the mystique (and expectations) high, but if there is one thing I know, it’s to never ever-ever-ever-ever-ever come here no more doubt Nike.

I showed up to said location, my expectations wide open, and there was a party bus waiting on the corner. Jumped on the bus, and saw a bunch of colleagues, friends, and influential people I hold in high regard on board. I sat down next to the homie Jonathan Mannion, and asked him what this was all about, to which he responded, “I have no idea”. If he didn’t know, it was safe to assume nobody did.

The bus took about 20 of us to Tompkins Park, where Bobbito (random!) was in the middle of the playground, along with a bag of DD hot chocolate. After greeting everyone, he kicked off the evening with anecdotes on his career, and the role that the Air Force One played throughout. (Light bulb!) I know a lot of self-proclaimed and industry-recognized sneaker/cultural anthropologists/historians, but I’ve never encountered someone who is as genuine about his affinity for sneakers, their underlying stories, and their cultural relevance, as this man. As a marketer in a volatile industry (and consumer) landscape, it’s an anomaly to witness someone who lives way beyond advocacy to the extent that he does- he’s now the validator for the brand, a conduit for its ongoing relevance.

Bobbito @ Tompkins Park from suitsiswatching on Vimeo.

After his monologue, we boarded the bus again somewhat reassured enlightened, and were off to destination #2. After about 10 minutes, we pulled up in front of an unmarked building (for a brand that owns the world’s most iconic logo, it sure has a fixation with unmarked sh*t), boarded an elevator, took it to the 6th (or 3rd- I can’t remember) floor, and walked down the hall into a studio…where Clark Kent was waiting for us. In the same vain as Bobbito, he kept the evening’s program going by offering his unique perspective on Ones. He also broke down his next collaboration with the brand, and per his request, I won’t go into it. But it’s ill. Like super dope ill.

After about 30 minutes in the studio, we got on the bus again for what would be our last stop of the evening- Crif Dogs/PDT in the Village. I’d never been, but I heard about it, and I was pretty hungry. So I OD’ed. At the end of the night, they gave us each a pair of the buttas.

The above slideshow has all the evidence. (I had no idea what I was getting into, so all I had to boot was my iPhone. It was pretty dark throughout, so apologies for the less-than-spectacular imagery- you can check Yoshi’s pics and account of the evening here…)

In retrospect, it was very well-presented, and impressive shot in the arm to the unique culture that was bred, and still lives, here. Peace to Heron, Kristen, Will, Will P., Jonathan Mannion, Va$htie, Chad, Scott, Yoshi, Susana, Bradley C., Chris Vidal, Paul Rivera, and shouts to NSW x 94×50 – you guys really bodied that, and illustrated a sensibility and passion that usually gets lost within the process.

I’ve been hearing good things about the development of this soon-to-be-released iPhone application. A lot of the MySneakers App. details are still under wraps, according to creator and sneaker aficionado Louis Colon, but should be out soon For now, visit MySneakersApp.com to look at the pretty creative.

I personally a fan of the grassroots strategy here, especially since all the hipsters entering the station will take notice and probably blog about it.

More to come soon…

SUITS!