12ozProphet

Try this on for size.
Watch the full length, it’s quite interesting.

YES!!!

A Game of Tag Breaks Out Between London’s Graffiti Elite
Slight Brings Robbo Out of Retirement; Cobbler Won’t Let Rival Tread on Him

Peep the link for the full article.

Oh yeah, this is from the cover of THE WALL STREET JOURNAL
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703795004575087043622126412.html?mod=WSJ_hp_editorsPicks#project%3DSLIDESHOW08%26s%3DSB10001424052748703807904575097390289305972%26articleTabs%3Darticle

If MicroSoft designed Apple packaging.

http://www.famous.be/

For those who are unfortunate enough to be living in ignorance of Fela Kuti and his music, here is a chance to get your mind right.

“Barriga Llena, Corazon Contento”?  Yeah right, Not in this country.
Study this flick, do some research, realize that you are under attack, then start defending yourself with the weapon of Boycott.

More Foreign Cinema.

Demand it from your local bootlegger.

Every year around the Winter Solstice I marinate on this joint… for HOURS. But when KEO dropped the Sade bomb this morning, it got me thinking about Sarah Vaughn a little early.
So sit back, put this on repeat, let her voice massage you, and let the lyrics penetrate your soul.

So I have yet to use this forum to promote any type of art event, but when my long time friend H.Luciano III asked me to blog this “flyer” for a show he’s featured in, I couldn’t refuse.
I don’t know who all the artists involved are, but it’s some sort of artist exchange between multiple cities. If you are in Bklyn any of the next 3 nights drop by and check it out.

This brightened up my morning a couple of years ago. I literally laughed out loud and people looked at me bugged as I took the flic.
It loses in translation, but basically means: “Fuckin’ Gringos”.

* I guess this makes more sense when I mention that this flic was taken in the Bronx, on the IRT 6 line, at 138th St Station.

For those who still don’t get it, that is conveniently the first uptown stop in the Bx. Upstairs is the neighborhood that “they” have relabeled the enticing “SoBro” (South Bronx), and are hell bent on Williamsburging it out. It may be years before that takes place, but the area is already changing.

It’s not uncommon to spot an occasional hipster-doofus on their commute home, cowering past the Mitchell Houses at dusk, messed up hair, skinny jeans, smedium t-shirts and all. Ughh!