Dâm-Funk ‘Forever’
In my eyes as soon as a post a picture to my Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, Tumblr or see my photo on a site/blog online, I’m a published photographer. But until your published in a magazine or in a book, to most of the world your not a photographer. Selective minds are just one of those things in life you will always come across in life.. *sigh*
The picture in question was from my photographic coverage of Insa’s last installation, where I had the pleasure in meeting the lovely Arabella Drummond (pictured above) who said, after allowing me to take her picture, she’d love to use my picture/s in her debut article for Front Magazine. Of course I said yes, and the bottom right picture with all the people that attended the exhibition is my work. Published! You can see the rest of the pictures from the exhibition via facebook.
I’m not going to lie, I had the biggest smile when I saw it, the same one seen when ever I see any of my work anywhere. I’m just grateful that someone else likes it. And each day I’m lucky that more and more seem to do, so to those people I say thank you.
Expressing MASSIVE thank you to Ararbella and Front Magazine for making this happen. #Salute!
The dream is slowly taking shape..
Youngman x Nike RDC Youngers // Interview
From being the one that is usually in front of the camera conducting interviews, it felt a tad bit surreal watching and taking the pictures while one was taking place.
The RDC Youngers, on a mission that will be soon reveled to all that are not in the know already, had the pleasure of grilling the artist known as Youngman at outside of our 1948 home.
Subjects flowed from as his love for running though to pending FIFA 12 tournaments against Professor Green and Benga. And with all the testosterone present, the ladies that are ‘bout it!’ right now was a must conversation (Cher Lloyd or OG Nikki..? I plead the fifth!)
The interview question baton was passed nicely which lead to a nice, smooth and cheeky interview lead by the RDC Youngers, showing that there is yet another string that they can add to their bows. #Salute
Ebony was a dream.
Moon kissed mist
Poster bed screens hang the flutter of silks
A kneeling ebony silhouette stood,
Bared,
And danced for me
I remained
Cold to the heat of impressions.
Controlled.
Ebony was a dream.
Ice drips departed to parts ventured only by the art of my imagination.
Invitation
To lick issued by the waves I ride towards her eyes.
Controlled.
Ebony was a dream.
Inches applied in perfection of heals chosen.
Attention
Held by the mac over coat when it
Dawns the floor
Her hands to ankles go with it.
I smile at both lips.
But
Controlled.
Ebony was a dream.
A Dress
Normally
Approached and then slapped me..
Her neck clasped
Slowly in to submission
My eyes wide open to witness hers roll back into oblivion.
Reward given.
Control.
A million things can happen to you in a day. That day could have had levels of appreciation that you where allowed to embrace without any inhibitions, that this world seems to constantly say we must be limited too.
And usually with this day you knew it will be filled with promise, as you had already foretold in conversation these things, and felt worthy enough to accept friends congratulations that filled your days final hours.
But there is always one.
There is always one person that knows how much this day really met to you.
There is always that one person that, if there acknowledgement of your achievements was just a smile, it would mean so much more to you and the smiles that you had experienced before that simply, didn’t, exist..
I never knew the company of a smile until I saw you.
Just wish I could tell you..
She smiles.
But the loudness in which beauty sleeps screams
“My dreams of you hurt me!”
So that when she wakes,
Nothing you can do nor nothing you can say confirms that
Beauty is no longer sleeping.
Insa // Self Reflection is Greater Than Self Projection
This show was very fresh, VERY fresh; and just for-filled my latest instalment of the Insa experience.
The pictures I took for Too Sexy 4 Radio (a link to all the pictures taken on the day can be found here) of his last installation of an ass-tistic (did you see what I did there :p ) visual illusion speak for themselves.
The vibe was something you just had to have experienced in person. Great people, old and new friends. Dope!
Fusing this with me getting my hands on my FIRST Insa print.. Let’s just say I’m a man that don’t ask for much, so its always a dope feeling to fell like I’ve been spoilt with the realness.
To the experience, to Insa: Salute!
They say the first draft of any idea is the hardest and purest. I don’t know who “they” are but I would humbly agree. With only eight of the 32 story boards that will be written for my first book voyage, the first part of this currently hand written journey has just begun.
Man oh MAN has it been hard! Idea’s that stared sky high with “the vision” of perfection, grounded with realistic “this is what you can do” delivery guidelines.
And THESE are the times I’ve been told to savoir before the claws of the corporate sanctions take their grip on talent.
But you see, there is my problem. Over thinking situations. I’m there thinking about what box the industry will mold me in, at my pure raw stage, forgetting that my potential will decide that.
So its only though those moments of clarity I make the time, usually on my way to the paid employment of that day, to write down how I feel this story should feel.
The Boy
The basic idea for the book, modelled around the spoken word set from yester year, follows ‘The Boy’ for a day in his life poetically sharing his emotions and motivations visually, in between the words of my poetry.
