COFFIN HUNTING ON THE GOLD COAST OF AFRICA

A little while back my good friend Jack and I embarked on a journey to the Gold Coast of Africa in search of coffins for a show Jacks putting together in December at his gallery.

No compass in hand, we kissed our women goodbye and headed for Ghana. Along the way we went surfing at Three Point, met the coffin makers of Teshie, the Fisherman of Dixcove, the boxers of Jamestown and the horse riding gymnast's of Labadi Beach. The coffins were mind blowing, made to celebrate the legacy of the withheld and finished with the most intricate detail.

Although driving eight hours at night on a Ghanian highway with a half blind driver still gives me nightmares it was an incredible trip. Beautiful scenery, amazingly warm hearted people and the home of Fu Fu, Ghana sure as fuck is the pearl of West Africa's crown!

HOLLYWOOD AND BEYOND

LIVE FOR TREME, DIE FOR TREME

I was in New Orleans not long ago. An Incredible place, music booming from every open door. My girl and i were lucky enough to scratch beneath the surface of the place, step away from bourban street choking with drunk fuck white america and stumbled into an area called the Treme District. A place steeped in black political and musical history, it was the main neighborhood of the free people of colour before the civil war and also the birthplace of musicians Alphonse Picou and Kermit Ruffins. The neighborhood also bears a darkside to it, rumoured to be one of americas most dangerous hoods. We went there one night against all recommendations from our indian cab driver to a place called the candle light lounge. After some early apprehensions our ignorance paid off. We met John, an amazing guy from Northhampton whos been going out there for the past thirty years. John introduced us to 12 the unofficial mayor of the place and we were made. I was Slim, she was Shorty. We met Busta, Bugs, Ijamin, and all the characters. Shorty laid down a track, Slim took photos and i can't wait to go back. Check it.

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