I recently had the pleasure of directing a promo for the Ghostface Killah album 12 Reasons to Die. The album is being released in two versions: one produced by Adrian Younge, and another by Apollo Brown — “The Brown Tape” available exclusively on cassette. More than anything, the shoot was an exercise in creating a trap house setting. I even got a vintage boombox out of the deal.
Quick note: here’s an article about me in Milton Magazine.
One of the frustrating parts of film production is that there are little opportunities for immediate feedback. Often images you shoot aren’t viewable by others until weeks or months after they were created. These images are from the past few months and still very much under wraps.
Years ago, the day after I first held an iPad in my hand, I bought (more) stock in Apple. The iPad itself remains my favorite device to browse the web – there is no experience quite like touching the internet. My mom, once a netbook user, is now on her second iPad. With the exception of the crapware made to “improve” one’s experience browsing with one, I can think of no holes in its armor. Netbooks on the other hand…
There’s a reason great tech becomes central to one’s existence. The best of it stirs the soul, light as a feather.
It’s hard not to be inspired after watching this video about a bed-bound graffiti writer with ALS learning to use eye-tracking software to create new works. Even better, the software is open source. I met with Evan Roth of the Graffiti Research Lab six (6!!!) years ago around when this blog was just finding its water legs and before it was the towering edifice that stands before you today.
The intersection of street culture and technology has always fascinated me. One definition of hip-hop holds that it’s an amorphous blob of culture built on technology and innovation. It’s only right that a fringe continues to explore new forms of expression.
I love these shoes. But after my red plaid shorts died I never had the outfit to support them. And didn’t have the persistence to build one. So off to eBay they went. Not as traumatic as a pet dying, but a little sad nonetheless.