Category Archives: Art(s)

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac

Toni Takes Flight: In Memoriam

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. that may be the measure of our lives. “IF YOU SURRENDERED TO THE WIND, YOU COULD RIDE IT” Toni Morrison set loose in me a fire of

Toni Takes Flight: In Memoriam

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. that may be the measure of our lives. “IF YOU SURRENDERED TO THE WIND, YOU COULD RIDE IT” Toni Morrison set loose in me a fire of

A Little (still) Life and A Lot of Gifts

A last minute guide of gifts from the high-(and low) lights of my year. The Ecstatic Flash is back!

A Little (still) Life and A Lot of Gifts

A last minute guide of gifts from the high-(and low) lights of my year. The Ecstatic Flash is back!

On Edward Enninful’s Appointment as Editor in Chief of British Vogue and What It Means To Me As A Ghanaian

On any day, the announcement of the first black, male editor-in-chief of a Vogue iteration from the quadrumvirate of global fashion capitals is a monumental deal. On the morning of April 10, 2017, the revelation that Ghana-born Edward Enninful is to be the new editor in chief of British Vogue was validation of the personal sort…While his appointment is welcome news to believers in diversity anywhere, Ghanaians everywhere were claiming a win over our friendly rivals in all things (especially Jollof), Nigeria.

On Edward Enninful’s Appointment as Editor in Chief of British Vogue and What It Means To Me As A Ghanaian

On any day, the announcement of the first black, male editor-in-chief of a Vogue iteration from the quadrumvirate of global fashion capitals is a monumental deal. On the morning of April 10, 2017, the revelation that Ghana-born Edward Enninful is to be the new editor in chief of British Vogue was validation of the personal sort…While his appointment is welcome news to believers in diversity anywhere, Ghanaians everywhere were claiming a win over our friendly rivals in all things (especially Jollof), Nigeria.

Fukinsei: Behind Wabi-Sabi

A few weeks ago, I shared some thoughts on the Japanese aesthetic concept of Wabi-Sabi and how re-calibrating my perspective to practice Wabi-Sabi an ideal for living has not only brought more beauty into my life, but been essential to my survival. Now, producer Josh Gwynn and I share with you behind the scenes action from that shoot. The short film, Fukinsei, is a non-linear irregularity; an experiment in story telling both visual and narrative.What better way to share the tenets of an aesthetic concept that aspires to asymmetry and imperfection than by making a piece that is itself, well, quite Wabi-Sabi.

Fukinsei: Behind Wabi-Sabi

A few weeks ago, I shared some thoughts on the Japanese aesthetic concept of Wabi-Sabi and how re-calibrating my perspective to practice Wabi-Sabi an ideal for living has not only brought more beauty into my life, but been essential to my survival. Now, producer Josh Gwynn and I share with you behind the scenes action from that shoot. The short film, Fukinsei, is a non-linear irregularity; an experiment in story telling both visual and narrative.What better way to share the tenets of an aesthetic concept that aspires to asymmetry and imperfection than by making a piece that is itself, well, quite Wabi-Sabi.

Scattered Light: The Delpozo SS17 Collection

The Spanish label’s SS17 delectation did not veer off its fabled path of constructing a dream of whimsical yet architectural glory. I was struck by the sublime paradox of Font’s oeuvre. These are clothes that are at once sculptural and serous, detailed and restrained: the defile was a parade of maximalism executed with a minimalist’s flare.

Scattered Light: The Delpozo SS17 Collection

The Spanish label’s SS17 delectation did not veer off its fabled path of constructing a dream of whimsical yet architectural glory. I was struck by the sublime paradox of Font’s oeuvre. These are clothes that are at once sculptural and serous, detailed and restrained: the defile was a parade of maximalism executed with a minimalist’s flare.

Life Art Thirty

“Step onto the lustrous black and pearlescent white marble of Mandarin Oriental’s lobby, and instead of a flurry of guests waiting to check-in, a painting will seize your attention. Its hues of fuscia and lapis are set in staccato brushstrokes against

Life Art Thirty

“Step onto the lustrous black and pearlescent white marble of Mandarin Oriental’s lobby, and instead of a flurry of guests waiting to check-in, a painting will seize your attention. Its hues of fuscia and lapis are set in staccato brushstrokes against

On Doing and Everythingness

Did Shakespeare invent “The Grind?” New to New York (as a resident), a friend and I did the very New York thing of attending a Free Shakespeare In The Park performance two weeks ago. The play running is Troilus and Cressida. Yes, one of the so called “problem plays” is not deemed as such without reason, given its rather dodgy pacing. As we are each fecund to seed we need, between extended blinks during the performance, the theme that struck me was in this play of slow action, ironically, that of the folly of inaction. The Greeks and the Trojans are at war. It’s that damn Helen’s fault. Achilles (his renowned heel and all), the great Greek warrior, refuses to fight and would rather shack up in pederasty or whatever with Patroclus. He’s great, he doesn’t need to do anything. But what is a warrior who is not warring? (Or as Lumiere sang in Beauty and The Beast: “life’s so unnerving for a servant who is not serving”). What is a warrior in waiting? There is no doubt this lightly explored concept struck me because of my own recent literary inaction. Who is a writer who is not writing?

On Doing and Everythingness

Did Shakespeare invent “The Grind?” New to New York (as a resident), a friend and I did the very New York thing of attending a Free Shakespeare In The Park performance two weeks ago. The play running is Troilus and Cressida. Yes, one of the so called “problem plays” is not deemed as such without reason, given its rather dodgy pacing. As we are each fecund to seed we need, between extended blinks during the performance, the theme that struck me was in this play of slow action, ironically, that of the folly of inaction. The Greeks and the Trojans are at war. It’s that damn Helen’s fault. Achilles (his renowned heel and all), the great Greek warrior, refuses to fight and would rather shack up in pederasty or whatever with Patroclus. He’s great, he doesn’t need to do anything. But what is a warrior who is not warring? (Or as Lumiere sang in Beauty and The Beast: “life’s so unnerving for a servant who is not serving”). What is a warrior in waiting? There is no doubt this lightly explored concept struck me because of my own recent literary inaction. Who is a writer who is not writing?