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Black Girl on the Front Row!

Brunch at “The Devonshire Club” is style and sustenance, Square-d!!

… So, it was 11:30p.m on Saturday night…

I was ‘laptop-DJ’ing’, (or, ‘digging for soul’, as I like to call it!) and ‘settling’ on Donny Hathaway’s ‘This Christmas’, as repeat tune of choice…

… The fact that, the following day,  it was this very same song that greeted me on entering the comfort of “The Devonshire Club”, in anticipation of a beautiful brunch, simply confirmed that this afternoon was wrapped in, somewhat of, the ‘enchanted’…

The scenario was cosy and sparkly, with cocoons of Christmas-red leather seating, curved around one side of the space, whilst banquet-style set-ups were situated alongside the length of the garden window/ patio doors and adjacent to the most decadent buffet bar… Family tables were central demarcations of a refined room design, which maximised on its chic, boutique nature.

I chose the corner cove, noticing gleefully that I had, unknowingly, ‘happened‘ to accessorise, in a co-ordinating quilted, leather Jaeger bag! Taking a moment to decompress, with trusted Crombie coat removed, I began to indulge in repose and absorb the atmosphere… as much by osmosis, of a sublime selection of Motown Christmas classics, as by inhalation of the amazing epicurean delights being cooked à la minute, behind the brunch bar!

The menu was laden with delectable starters, mains and desserts, not to mention an impressively comprehensive wine and bubbles list. My eyes, flitting to-and-fro between tempting Colchester oysters, superior smoked salmon and sweetest sticky toffee pudding, pin-balled back, to rest upon my undoubted winner… truffled mac-and-(four, yea, four different types of) cheese! To say it was, nigh-on, indescribable would probably be the best way to explain the total taste sensation brought by every mouth-watering morsel… In this case, however, ‘moreish‘ completely fit the bill, particularly when an unlimited buffet was on offer for the entire four hours! Needless to say I was over-excited that this was to be my ‘office’ for an unforgettable oyster-filled, pre-Christmas Day, Sunday afternoon treat!

Yet, more-ish became, definitively, so much more

In addition to the rib-tickling bouts of laughter which often erupted, to a man and woman, The Devonshire Club team were beyond accommodating and the height of hospitality, in the most understated of ways… As for dress, all were super-elegantly-attired… in fact, the next James Bond could have been cast from any of the suited-and-booted male contingent!

Time passed without my noticing….

…until, of course, the moment of departure…but happily-filled and fuelled from my sapid spread, I was ready to express my gratitude to those whose camaraderie had truly made my gastronomic escapade.

Only until I was en route home and re-arranging my bag, did I actually notice the name of the lipstick which I had hastily-snatched and applied that morning, to be “Private Members Club”! On reflection, the perfect choice for the most perfect dining experience and most definitely a Club worth joining, not only for the fun, fine food and fizz to be had, but for the unfeigned friendships to be made!

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The Devonshire Club

5 Devonshire Square, London, EC2M 4YD

(T) 020 3750 4545 ~ (E) info@devonshire.club 

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Sincere @A_F_R_O_W-appreciation, once again, to all at ‘The Devonshire Club’, with special mention to Krystle Osafo Jones, as well as Team @Bubblz_Gigglz, for organising this wonderful afternoon!

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The Goss-pel According To Matt…

The night was shivering.

Even the rain was tapping the windowpane in submission. In search of compassion.

A door opened to a vocal undulation, warm enough to steam-press away the wrinkles of the day.

In response, followed a love-letter to sound, dotting the i’s of vocal and creative intention and inflection, whilst crossing the t’s of technique, tears, Truth.

Curled up at the foot of the laptop, I was content to become one with an imminent musical selection from Matt Goss, which I knew would cruise like a beguiling, classic Bentley… celebrating a songbook which I knew would shine like a city on a hill and beam like a lighthouse to articulate an emotive signpost.

I was justified to believe in my heightening expectations as, from Lewisham to Las Vegas, Ratpack to Rock, in excess of two memorable hours were to change through crooning gears of such greats as Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Kay Starr, Perry Como, Dinah Washington, Harry Connick Jr, Billie Holliday… and ever-onward.

The genius of this, the second Christmas compilation selected by Goss for “his favourite station in the world” of BBC Radio 2, would be the deftly-navigated hairpin turns visited by back-to-back features, allowing for revelatory anecdotes, with profound and courageous destinations of sentiment.

Winding along the, oft, searing side-roads of Donny Hathaway’s angst-infused renderings in ‘Song For You’, served to expand significant apertures into Matt’s life… The self-penned triumph of ‘Mustang’, with lavish strings and Sting’s ubiquitous hit, ‘Englishman In New York’ concisely charted the course of erstwhile love and the acute loneliness of feeling like a small fish in a big pond, respectively… Yet, it is with respect to following the poignant pathways of Roberta Flack’s ‘Killing Me Softly’, which led to the most painful revelation… that of it being played at the funeral of his beloved Mother, Carol.

Such intensely personal moments unified Matt, the presenter and we, the listeners, with experiences, swooping and spiralling into our collective soul. However, just before sorrow had the occasion to settle, rather than move through the experiential labyrinth, we were expertly manoeuvred into the surreal and mesmeric sounds of ‘White Room’ by rock triumvirate, ‘Cream’, dedicated to his Father. We were to be further uplifted by, yet more, divine back-to-back explorations via his mentor, the perennially-masterful, Stevie Wonder, to whom he attributed the extraordinary “ability to take words and describe a complete movie…” How wonderful it was to be wrapped up by the perfect pop-of-sound delivered in ‘What Christmas Means To Me’, whilst being encouraged to indulge in ‘Love’s In Need Of Love Today’, “…a song… seven minutes and six seconds long… [which is] a luxury that most musicians don’t have anymore”…

In a touching tribute to George Michael, “a generous man, a loving man [who] was blessed to be a great songwriter” and “a massive influence” on Goss, ‘Jesus To A Child’ would symbolize an unexpected first-hand flashback for me, to cool December days and eves, living in Northern France. Reflective of the New York recollection, I, too, was very much aware of being away from my precious London but, equally, as excited to be on a new adventure, breaking new ground in the unfurling story of my life.

“Tapestry-of-life kind of legends” whisked me back to the present…

I found it to be a particularly charming example of the song-writing eloquence with which to describe the collaboration between David Bowie and Bing Crosby, from he who has been donned ”The New King of Vegas”*! Matt is, of course, entirely correct in such a description of the delightfully unique pairing and was absolutely inspired in the placement of ‘Peace On Earth/ Little Drummer Boy’ after the sumptuous ‘Favourite Things’, as stylishly performed by Tony Bennett, accompanied by deluxe orchestration which hopped and skipped like stones across a sinuous river, glistening in setting sunlight.

As if this most delectable chocolate box of treats could not get any better, the melodic trip through time signatures and tales was brought to a momentous resolution with Otis Redding’s version of ‘White Christmas’, an absolute classic which, to me, has always been an ultimate solid-gold soul gem, deliciously transposed through the dynamic medium of Redding’s agonisingly mellifluous vocal chords…

Quite possibly my favourite thing of the entire broadcast was, in fact, the spirit in which it was transmitted. Matt, not only, rolled out the Christmas red carpet with a cadence of class, but captured the imagination by metaphorically embracing emotion with sentimental croons, themselves, harmoniously aligned with concept tunes. Wholeheartedly-expressed through the viewfinder of family and underpinned by love, his was the festive gift that kept on giving, which saw us all sublimely into the wee small hours of the most wonderful day of the year…

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”Matt Goss Until Midnight” on BBC Radio 2 is available online, for the next 18 days at:-   http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09jqgtm

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All quotes from “Matt Goss Until Midnight”, BBC Radio 2, 24/12/2017 except ‘New King of Vegas’* which is from MGM Resorts.

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I believe in you….

….I want you to know that you can do it….

…To know that you are so special… so gifted… so unique….

No matter what time of day, month, year, decade…

Wherever we might sit upon the timeline of Eternity Past, Present or Future… nothing changes about the fact that you have a truly idiosyncratic reason for being here.

Things and notions may be added and will be subtracted from all that you acquire and achieve… Know that they cannot define you. Know that they cannot contain the free Spirit with which you exist, in order to express your Purpose.

Be prepared that some may not understand what it is that you do.

They might wonder why you have taken a route which, to them, constitutes ‘the soft option’… Be prepared that they might be the people whom you think should know you better, with whom you’ve shared the deepest moments of your Process…

…but FEAR NOT!

Stick. To. Your. Program!

Maintain your grace and keep on moving…

Get understanding, by processing constructive information…

Decipher and translate it into your practice, because that element of Process, is an accolade beyond anything material, which can be reclaimed.

Believe.

Believe in your life, before you see it, just as you do the sunrise.

Be aware of the fact that the journey is yours to experience and only you can fulfil your distinct Destiny. Resist the pressure to fulfil another’s…but, be it in collaboration with others or, at times, upon your own island, remember that your bespoke contribution can, does and will, at the very least and most, change something and someone.

Be a stormy revolution or a quiet storm…

but remember that you have an eye, which has been designed for a specific vision. Focus-pull on it.

You are worth every ounce of effort and stillness… every iota of life and love rendered through you… from your core to your skin…

I encourage you to take each step at a time and plug into peace… Revel in the empowerment of momentary solitude, the oneness which facilitates recharge and reflection.

In advance of all that you learn, share, achieve, fulfil… I applaud you.

For maintaining the courage of your creative convictions… I respect you

It has always been, and always shall be, an intense and absolute privilege, to be a witness to your inspirational ingenuity and enterprise…

At the dawning of 2018, I wish you a year of ever-broadening horizons, of greater revelation and manifestation of all you are to be….

…and may you continue to be embraced by love, courage, joy, peace and prosperity…

Writing, in definitive belief of you all…

x Afrow x

 

 

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Private View: ‘Pink Floyd: Their Mortal Remains’ Prog-Rocked my world!

Remember the great old days of the multi-player grams?

In essence, when one 7-inch had played, the next would fall into place, in wait for the needle-drop which, in-turn, had the listener on the edge of their seat, anticipating three-minute hedonism…The comforting, rhythmic crackle of the revolving disc emitting through the speakers, accompanied layer upon layer of delicious acoustic nirvana…

Similarly, ‘Pink Floyd: Their Mortal Remains’ at the Victoria and Albert Museum is an absolute layer-cake of multi-media escapism!

Thus, do not attempt perfect recall…. Simply receive the state-of-the-art Sennheiser cans, turn on, tune in and rock out!!

Far be it from me to suggest you turn up in your best swimming ensemble either, but I am charging you to ready yourself to dive into the deepest end of your psyche than, either you realised you could, or ever knew existed!

Yet, have no fear!

…Just don’t be surprised if the self-contained audio frees you to such an extent that you get raucous in your own mind, then get loose and strut like a star at your own concert!

F.Y.I…. Lay-out, unnecessary.

Simply, follow the cleverly-integrated repeat motif of telephone boxes and you won’t miss a beat.

Expect to be swallowed whole, though, by the frontal lobe of an entirely immersive moment in time, which challenges the norms of what we know to be time-travel and sends you hurtling through a vast maze of music, moods and ground-breaking creative moves.

I mean it….

…At times, everything engulfs you.

In one pace, you move through the avant-garde ambition of Pink Floyd, to the incredible physical objects of stage memorabilia. The next step, you round the corner and see pigs flying over Battersea Power Station! Mesmerising are the conceptual ideas behind the fine artwork and eclectic wardrobe and wondrous are the intimate band voiceovers, guiding you, like long-lost friends, through the stories behind such shifting sonic patterns and vivid chord progressions encountered in the vast ocean of soundscapes, known as their all-consuming albums!

What is remarkable is that you never, ever lose the feeling of being a child in the best room of toys…

…especially when up-close-and-personal with some of the most exceptional musical instruments, displayed at all eye-levels, adding an awe-inspiring reverence to guitars and drum-kits, which have vibrated some of the most directional hits in prog-rock history. However, before any childlike, look-but-don’t-touch disappointment tries to encroach upon the wow-factor, you spin on a dime and see the sweet-shop set-up of mixing desks, encouraging you to become über-producer and remix ‘Money’! Although already blessed with a biting, syncopated bass, my version became even more sizzling, when placing the line centre-stage, which is just where I love my bass to be! Then again, removing all else, save the pealing clarion of ‘Money’ and the subsequent vocal rendition was a sheer joy, particularly with a splash-and-dash more reverb…

I truly loved that particular, free-flowing quadrant of the collective Pink Floyd brain.

In fact, I wasn’t aware of trying to work anything out in a strictly linear fashion, but I am sure that there was a mass of rapid visual information processing going on, because I was still thinking about it all days later…

For me, that’s quite the point of the best memories.

No matter when or where you are, there’s no need to attempt to bring them to mind, because effortlessly, they revisit you.

In such a way will all of the treasured experiences in this extraordinary exhibition become and remain immortal.

 

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‘Brosette-For-A-Day: “A Beautifully Reciprocal Experience”…’

I wasn’t actually meant to be there…

I had a lot of thinking to do… Pontification, which had started over blueberry pancakes drenched with butter and maple syrup, at the superb Mondrian Hotel… Having mentally put my world to rights as succinctly as possible, I followed my feet back towards the Southbank, via Upper Ground… Overhead, clotted cream clouds were dispersed across a carpet of sky, quickly diffused by a determined sun… Immediately ahead, a sizeable crowd had been stealthily amassing… Curious, to ascertain the significance of the mélange between point-and-press ‘paps’ and an ever-increasing congregation of enthusiastic individuals, I began my quest to answer the next question within my mind-palace… What was all of the buzz about?

‘We thought you were making fun of us’…

…came the reply to my inquisitive mood… ‘A lot of people wonder why, after 30 years we still come’… Well, the answer would soon become apparent, when the object of such devotion came into view… Both Matt and Luke Goss had exited the building and were about to conduct an impromptu meet-and-greet session. I learnt that they had just been on ‘This Morning with Ruth and Eamonn’, sharing the news of their upcoming reunion and were now about to share the love with their family of fans.

I observed.

This was, by no means, idolatry… This was genuine continuity of care. A constant, in a consistently impressive set of emotionally-literate calling-cards, for two of the most revered artist/ musicians in the business… and no wonder why…

They might have been behind a low barrier, but the energy exuding from the brothers vaulted way beyond any metal obstruction. As, one after another, the expectant supporters made their way into the arms of a bear-hug from Matt or the soothing voice of Luke, confirming, with absolute, heartfelt conviction that, he, indeed, remembered one particular lady and her Father from their youth, I soon became an immovable force! Not even the fact that I was without a coat, in an intermittently windy sleeve of street would have shaken me from my spot… shivers-and-all!

I was mesmerised.

Ensconced within a bubble of quiet hysteria, years were being rolled back, as memories were offered in each rencontre. Whether it was standing outside of ‘the Bros house’ and being brought cups of tea by their dear, late Mother, Carol… to the never-ending search for bottle-top footwear accessories, the interiors of this room within the memory-palace were layered with a profound sense of colourful camaraderie and touching bonds of lifelong friendship.

I was deeply moved. A smile regularly touched my face, as all around, I witnessed the groundswell of butterfly-inducing anticipation spill over, into undulations of audible excitement. The dream had come true!! A long-anticipated reunion tour, in commemoration of an exhilerating past, a glittering present and a stadium experience which would throw down an emphatic gauntlet, to a creatively adventurous future.

Suddenly, smile still plastered over my visage, an unexpected event occurred. An existential eye-line appeared and it was my turn to get the attention of Matt Goss, himself. Inwardly perplexed, since I had been more concerned that those with whom I had conversed earlier got their precious moments, I was further intrigued to see that he had worn a natty bandana and I was sporting a Hawes and Curtis dress shirt, with a Tiffany & Co. necktie, so, in for a penny (as my late Dad used to say!), I inquired as to whether a swap might be in order! So… that didn’t happen, but I heard a few sharp intakes of breath, as if, perhaps, that might have been a, somewhat, cheeky request…

I believe he was amused!

I certainly experienced my grin expand into a laugh, accompanied by a hearty giggle and, before I knew it, we were face-à-face! What was a girl to do, but offer ‘les bises’ and a handshake… Except that, by now, my body temperature, having decreased yet further, manifested an ice-cold hand, which really was shaking! Never was the reciprocated warmth more appreciated… Never before had it felt as if a verbal exchange hovered above… and, my goodness, if a spiritual exchange didn’t wrap itself around this portal of time like the ultimate duvet, then I know not how to account for the most intense stillness and mystifying sense of breathing pure air…. especially in a London atmosphere which has major exhaust-emission issues!

Then. It. Clicked.

The authenticity of these men… the depth of gratitude to this fan-family for, not only putting them in the record books, but keeping them there, so as to be front-and-centre for another inspiring tour, formulated a potent mix, which extended time in a profound way. Evidently, the highly-impressive performances, of their hit-filled back catalogue, ebbing and flowing with up-to-the-minute exclusives, were the timely conclusion and commencement to an ever-greater season of prolific, combined creativity.

According to Matt, ‘Civility Costs Nothing’. Lyrics in his powerful track ‘Strong’ ring out, ‘Kindness Is King’ and I believe that the combined humility, faith and love of the brothers who were born on (what would become) ‘National Heart Day’, will see Bros move to new industry heights… Prepare for Matt and Luke Goss to scale the mountains of film, fashion and, undoubtedly, make continued musical breakthroughs…

You never know… I might just try and source some bottle-tops for m’self… Though, I do, rather look forward to working them with my Louboutins!!!

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‘Fight For Your Write!’

She’s fighting.

So, I’m writing.

As dis-ease dares to interrogate her…

whilst synthetic remedies drip-feed a path into her battling system,

she is static.

Defiantly resolute to winning-at-life….

Determined to witness bride and groom become man and wife.

She remains.

Mentally underpinning, against the depths of strife.

Each affirmative synapse declares ‘Health!’, as her heart makes way for them.

She will flash an intermittent, neon grin

and quote iridescent wordplay from comfort blankets,

to her newfound companions.

An age-old, gene-pool recalls her state.

United, at last, since ambition made them unfold.

Re-made from a superior mould, a new skin awaits…

Renewed physical vision reboots

reclamation of a renounced mission.

For she is relentless.

Smiles beyond the margins,

with Faith that colours outside the lines.

…And so,

I write…

Inking solidarity with a spirit that is sound.

Thinking, in agreement,

that the ‘all-clear’ of victory

will be heard.

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‘Just Kids’ Ekows youth, with g-Ilori-ous designs on life!

‘EX.TRA.ORD.INARY!’

I said.

Here?!… Errr, are you sure?!’

He said.

’44 Great Russell Street! Yes! This. Is. It!’ I exclaimed, eyeing-up my destination with unadulterated glee, whilst my, ex-policeman, driver suspiciously cased the joint, with entirely less enthusiasm… Pupils darting from dash-to-doorway, he confirmed the number and wished me a, no less quizzical, ‘Have a nice day?!’, as I sent a sunshine smile his way… Nothing was going to rain on this parade… Neither an unconvinced driver, nor the inference of imminent precipitation from the indecisive clouds above!

One man’s doubt was my wonderment!

To me, this crumbling Georgian townhouse in the centre of London, was the architectural embodiment of a stroppy teen. Unkempt, undone…. As if it had just rolled out of bed, to be faced by early-visiting relatives… whilst utterly overshadowed by its beyond-presentable, elder sibling opposite, in the guise of The British Museum! In this case, considering myself the ‘cool Aunt’, who sees beyond the skin-deep, I sought to get to know the narrative behind the edgy, yet dishevelled styling of this work-in-progress…

No sooner thought, than materialised Maria, Gaby (and later, Emily), of Plinth UK, part of the four-strong collaboration (including ‘Photo London’, ‘Sedition’ and ‘Thames and Hudson’), presenting this on-edge edifice for its imminent launch, that evening, as ‘The Magnum Home’…. a boldly inventive, site-specific, multi-media presentation of ‘Magnum Photography’ and interior design installation, as curated by Cultural Polymath, Ekow Eshun and Artist extraordinaire, Yinka Ilori, respectively.

As I was to learn, there would be a lot to celebrate… What with Magnum celebrating its 70th anniversary, a range of complementary, unique merchandise and a Thames and Hudson publication to fête…there would, in addition, be the sheer triumph in overcoming the feat of transforming this shell and nurturing the angst-ridden, adolescent assembly into an absolute must-see, Magnum Home-of-a-house-party!

This was my idea of pre-private-view perfection!

My diehard loyalty to experiencing the behind-the-scenes process, in search of the sneak-peek pieces of the progress-report were, as ever, fuelling my creative engines… Such anecdotes as the microscopic attention-to-detail with which Ilori approached his responses to the photography, which co-curator, Eshun, had ‘trawled’* through, were captivating. From conceptualising the ‘Venice Beach Room’ in lengths of lofted, multi-coloured Dalston drapery and matching beach umbrellas, to upcycled deckchairs with bespoke Aburi fabric, designed by Eva Sonaike, the primary relationship between hues, not only juxtaposed the stark black-and-white series by David Hurn, but further, seemed to pull the emotional richness and spirit from each image, rendering the substance alive within the space. Having drawn the eye up through soft-furnishing treatments, the skylight reconnected me to the sun (not rain!), and as swathes of rays came flooding in, I was immersed further into the West-Coast world of ‘Perfect 10’, bikini-clad babes and bicep-curling bodies, some on-the-cusp of ‘Muscle Beach’ glory… others not! Yukka plants further guided my eyes down to a floor which had not been ignored….quite literally inscribed with a single series of lines, as to invoke the boardwalk and roads, which, to me, mirrored the plethora of teen human traffic, waiting to flirt their afternoons away, before finishing or, moreover, starting their homework! The youthful need to be centre-of-attention, was represented by a bold block of blue, upon the courtyard wall. Definitely flashy… almost gaudy, it is accompanied by a bench, in-turn, supported by sherbet-lemon yellow barrels, embellished in pen-and-ink, utilising Ilori’s idiosyncratic flourish….the prime position for a selfie-centred shot!

The Plinth ethos of integrating art and design in an authentic and multi-accessible way would spiral upwards through the house, which, with every step of my expertly-guided tour, was transforming into an ever-increasingly, thought-provoking, home. Eshun’s awareness of the ‘danger of romanticising youth culture’** was compressed into a finely-assorted array of photographs, acutely dissecting its rollercoaster-like dichotomies…. From the chilling portrayal of political ambition of the next-gen UKIP candidates, being displayed, disconcertingly prom-style, ascending the staircase… and the extreme anger captured through the monochromatic lens of Ian Berry, in the stiflingly small ‘Skinhead Room’, to the feisty ode to West Midlands glamour on a gregarious night out and the high-octane Harrow Boys, flanked by disapproving parental looks, which formed Martin Parr’s collection, the visceral intensity of the ‘pack tendency’ was, at once, hard-hitting and eye-opening.

Chris Steele-Perkins, meanwhile, packed a punch with a room that visually soliloquises the group aesthetic, through the viewfinder of the Black diaspora… Encapsulating the joy of the dancehall days, through ‘Disco’, the larger-than-life print, mirroring the flamboyant females who’ve taken-to-the-floor… holding court up-high, whilst mid-twist and bowing down-low, in almost reverential catharsis! Not to be outdone, a portrait sits above the mantelpiece… pride-of-place, as if to suggest the ‘number one son’… Staring, quietly confident, through a crown of cascading dreadlocks, the unframed persona showcases effortless style and profound substance. This palpable freedom threw me back to Parr’s Harrovians, whose hyperactivity, although captured in a full-bleed palette, is being contained by the use of solid frames…which, to me, spoke to the hovering constraint of tradition.

In the ‘East-Coast Room’, such tacit messages would continue to register via the compelling works of Ferdinando Scianna and Eve Arnold. Surrounded by images in New York subway trains, you are with the people…. watched over by ‘The Guardian Angels’ at one end and an extreme close-up of a fellow male passenger at the other… hanging off the ceiling handles and leaning into the lens, as if he were about to kiss you on the cheek! The sense of belonging, as witnessed in one group, is beautifully contrasted by the sensibility of developing flirtatious assertiveness…

By the time you reach ‘Cuba’ (a.k.a ‘The Isle of Youth’) on the top floor, creaking floorboards and dust-clouds give way to full-blown ‘amor’! Entering through a heavily-beaded, rust-hued curtain, an amalgamation of its dynamism and passion are symbolised texturally, through woven textiles, tonally, through clashing fabric patterns and sonically, (during the evening viewing), with booming Cuban-heel-tapping basslines! A visually vociferous canon of calorific attraction by Michael Christopher Brown, are pinned-up, like teen idol posters, devouring the den walls… The hours poured into Instagram research into the country, conducted by Ilori, have certainly paid off!

Absorbing the greatness on offer left me full-to-bursting… and returning to the start of my journey I was carried, three-sixty, from the hot Tropics, back to the ‘Club Tropicana’-vibe of Venice Beach… More enthused than ever, I was also left anticipating the night ahead… which promised much and, due to teamwork-making-the-dream-work, completely over-delivered, in every way imaginable!

‘The Magnum Home’ is a thunderous meteor amidst the ‘Photo London’ firmament… ‘Just Kids’, a free, all-encompassing, once-in-a-lifetime rendition of the thrills and spills of youth lifestyle… Its masterful curation distils the ‘white cube’ experience, by expanding it into an, unintimidating, tangible environment with which we can endlessly relate, namely, ‘home’. ‘Barbie Dream-Home’ it is not, but its raw and undercooked state segues seamlessly into the very nature of the young, rough-diamond within us all and with interactive events and tours set to run through Sunday, who knows what unearthed potential you might discover?!

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Quotation Credits:-

*Ekow Eshun: @EkowEshun (Twitter: 16/05/2017) ~ **Ekow Eshun: P.V Q & A (‘The Magnum Home’ 16/05/2017)

Congratulations and warmest Afrow-appreciation to ‘Team Plinth’ for such an amazing time…with special mention to Maria, Gaby and Emily for being the most illuminating tour-guides…and Team VERNISSAGE__ for the Blogger recommendation!

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