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Bradford Young

This brotha heah….. 


Restless City

Bradford Young

This brotha heah….. 

Mother of George (2013)

Oooh Bradford Young’s photography!!!!



Thiago Santos and Luis Borges. Me and my best friend’s hair-spirations.



Thiago Santos and Luis Borges. Me and my best friend’s hair-spirations.


Will Smith embarrassing Jaden has got to be one of my all time favorite things











"… because Mexicans go through just as much discrimination, if not more discrimination, than black people do in this country."

And, this was only LAST MONTH so the whole “new black” bullshit doesn’t come as a surprise to me.


What do Mexicans have to do with representation, what is this nigga on???

i dont even know where to start

He gots to go

Fuck him.

That New Black is where its at…

Now when I hear the song ‘Happy’, just before I flip the station, I imagine the happiest of negroes wearing a ridiculous hat and an ear-to-ear grin (sounds familiar) dancing a magical jig on top of the feelings of every Black person who ever has, continues to, and ever will experience actual hatred and bigotry because of the color of their skin. All of this happy, magical dancing for the entertainment of the oppressors.

The bold






Robert Louis Stevenson on Walt Whitman
“…like a large shaggy dog just unchained scouring the beaches of the world and baying at the moon.”

Friedrich Nietzsche on Dante Alighieri
“A hyena that wrote poetry on tombs.”

Lord Byron on John Keats (1820)
“Here are Johnny Keats’ piss-a-bed poetry, and three novels by God knows whom… No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don’t I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.”

Gertrude Stein on Ezra Pound
“A village explainer. Excellent if you were a village, but if you were not, not.”

Gore Vidal on Truman Capote
“He’s a full-fledged housewife from Kansas with all the prejudices.”

Elizabeth Bishop on J.D. Salinger
“I HATED [Catcher in the Rye]. It took me days to go through it, gingerly, a page at a time, and blushing with embarrassment for him every ridiculous sentence of the way. How can they let him do it?”

When writers finally do climb out of their dens of solace, they say….

Nick Broomfield on Quentin Tarantino:
“It’s like watching a schoolboy’s fantasy of violence and sex, which normally Quentin Tarantino would be wanking alone to in his bedroom while this mother is making his baked beans downstairs. Only this time he’s got Harvey Weinstein behind him and it’s on at a million screens.”

Jacques Rivette on Stanley Kubrick:
“Kubrick is a machine, a mutant, a Martian. He has no human feeling whatsoever. But it’s great when the machine films other machines, as in 2001.”

Tim Burton on Kevin Smith (after Smith jokingly accused Burton of stealing the ending of Planet of the Apes from a Smith comic book):
“Anyone who knows me knows I would never read a comic book. And I would especially never read anything created by Kevin Smith.”

Kevin Smith on Tim Burton (in response to “I would never read a comic book”):
“Which, to me, explains fucking Batman.”

Werner Herzog on Abel Ferrara:
“I have no idea who Abel Ferrara is. But let him fight the windmills… I’ve never seen a film by him. I have no idea who he is. Is he Italian? Is he French? Who is he?”

Abhor much? 
"6 foot 2 inches of Black TNT exploding all over Madison Avenue."

"6 foot 2 inches of Black TNT exploding all over Madison Avenue."

“There were definitely some people who were like ‘Nah, we just can’t give it five mics off principle. Because they hadn’t for a while. And it was just the—It was like saying something is perfect. And you assume nothing is perfect. But the thing that I’m so happy about now 20 years later is that it really did stand the test of time. And I don’t think there’s anybody on the planet that feels like it didn’t deserve five mics. So, you go through life and sometimes you get it right and sometimes you get it wrong. And I’m just glad, really glad that I was a part of getting it right.” ~Minya “Miss Info” Oh