Posts Tagged: Art

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.

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?

The Dizziness of A Soul Made Visible Sans Artifice

“The dizziness of a soul made visible by artifice” are the words poet Stéphane Mallarmé employed to describe of art of Modern Dance pioneer Loie Fuller… Everything in this dizzying world turns in the gyre, like Ms. Fuller herself, hopefully spinning ever toward light.

The Dizziness of A Soul Made Visible Sans Artifice

“The dizziness of a soul made visible by artifice” are the words poet Stéphane Mallarmé employed to describe of art of Modern Dance pioneer Loie Fuller… Everything in this dizzying world turns in the gyre, like Ms. Fuller herself, hopefully spinning ever toward light.

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

Red Carpet Fashion Flash: 2015 Met Gala Through The Magnifying Glass

Yesterday was Met Monday: the evening on which fashion and its purveyors descend with grand heave and gallant grace upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in celebration of the annual style installation at the museum’s Costume Institute. Choosing to ignore – in light of the occasion which called for a commitment to risk – the safe ensembles, here is a round up of the attendees who brought the paradisiac drama and those that dragged us through the gyre of hell itself.

Red Carpet Fashion Flash: 2015 Met Gala Through The Magnifying Glass

Yesterday was Met Monday: the evening on which fashion and its purveyors descend with grand heave and gallant grace upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in celebration of the annual style installation at the museum’s Costume Institute. Choosing to ignore – in light of the occasion which called for a commitment to risk – the safe ensembles, here is a round up of the attendees who brought the paradisiac drama and those that dragged us through the gyre of hell itself.