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The collabaration features a shoe, exclusive to Size?, a Hessen Metal skatedeck (Hessen Metal is the skateboard hardware producer that Dave is Head Designer at) and a homage to Dave’s fanzine creation with a Vanzine.
The shoe was launched in the UK on Wednesday September 24 with a party at Cargo.
Apologises for the late mention...i'm still playing catch-up :-/

Labels: Wake Up, Watch my feet..

The critically acclaimed UK version of City of God, 'Bang Bang in the Manor' by Black film company RICE N PEAS will be screening at SOAS along with the London premiere of:

'I AM AN AFRICAN', a short documentary by rising film maker Kwame Blackdon that takes a controversial look at the history behind the hostile relationship between the British Caribbean community and their African brothers.




The evening will also feature:- A Q+A session lead by Ishmahil Blagrove Jr (Producer and Founder of RICE N PEAS) and London born Ghanaian film maker Kwame Blackdon on the featured screenings and related issues.

'Bang Bang in the Manor' is a social investigation into the disproportionate levels of violence and murder suffered by the black community of Britain, this documentary identifies the failure of the British educational system, the breakdown of family units, and consumerism/capitalism as significant contributory factors into this phenomenon. With interviews from gunmen, underground arms dealers, drug users and victims of the violence, the film attempts to define the social environment which conditions and nurtures the desire to consume and destroy.
Filmed over six months, Bang Bang In Da Manor has been described as the most graphic and disturbing documentary ever made in Britain ...Press Release




Date: Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Time: 6:00pm - 9:00pm
Location: Khalili Lecture Cinema,
SOAS Russell Square Campus
Thornhaugh Street
London

Labels: Check it, I'm wid it, Wake Up

All Pics are courtesy of Anthony Turducken

Labels: For you artsy folk, Wake Up

Topshop has announced yet another collaboration, but this time it is for a good cause.
The high street store has teamed up with Humankind and AfriKids to create a six-piece summer capsule collection of vivid print dresses and camisoles inspired by traditional West African design.

Handcrafted on a Fairtrade basis, each piece will go towards a collection to raise money for impoverished communities in Northern Ghana.

To be launched in stores this month, the aim of the collection is to help AfriKids set up an "eco-lodge" venture, which aims to transform the local economy by providing sustainable changes through jobs and increased tourism.

Georgie Fienberg, international director at AfriKids, which was founded in 2002, said:

'Opening the AfriKids Lodge will mark AfriKids out as a new kind of NGO; one that genuinely aims to become indigenously run and sustained, eliminating the need for Western donors and putting itself at the centre of its local economy's development.'

Labels: Me likey, Wake Up

Pearline Willimason was just minding her own business in Edmonton, North London when her purse was snatched by a woman in her early 20s.
The grandmother of hopeful British Olympic sprinter Simeon Williamson chased down the young woman and got her purse back.
...did I mention that she’s 78?

'She must have thought I was an easy touch because I'm elderly. When she took my purse I had to do something so I ran after her and grabbed her as hard as I could. She said she hadn’t taken it at first, so I shook the life out of her until she finally gave it back.'

So not only did the mugger stoop low enough to steal from an elderly woman, but she got run down and shaken like a Polaroid picture. Loves it!

Labels: Loves it, Wake Up, Winner

While browsing fly boy Stryder's blog, I came across a moving piece by the actor Lennie James and had to repost it, here is his open letter to the young men of Britain.

To whom it may concern,

My name is Lennie James. I am a 42-year-old father of three. I grew up in south-west London. I was brought up by a single mother. I was orphaned at 10, lived in a kids' home until I was 15 and was then fostered. I tell you this not to claim any special knowledge of how you've grown, but to explain how I have, and from where I draw my understanding.

I want to talk to you about the knife you're carrying in your belt or pocket or shoe. The one you got from your mum's kitchen or ordered online or robbed out of the camping shop. The knife you tell yourself you carry for protection, because you never know who else has got one.

I want to talk to you about what that knife will do for you. If you carry it, the chances are you will be called on to use it. It is a deadly weapon, so if you use it the chances are you will kill with it. So after you've killed with it, after you've seen how little force it takes for sharpened steel to puncture flesh. After your mates have run away from the boy you've left bleeding. When you're looking for somewhere to dash the blade, and lighter fluid to burn your clothes. When your blood is burning in your veins and your heart is beating out of your chest to where you want to puke or cry, but can't coz you're toughing it out for your boyz. When you are bang smack in the middle of 'Did you see that!' and 'Oh, Jesus Christ!' here's who to blame...

Blame the boy you just left for dead. Blame him for not believing you when you told him you were a bigger man than him. Blame him for not backing down when you made your chest broad, bounced into him and told him about your knife and how you would use it. Blame him for calling you on and making you prove yourself. Tell yourself if he had just freed up his phone or not cut his eyes at you like he did, he wouldn't be choking on his blood and crying for his mum.

Then blame your mum. When the police are banging down her door looking for you, or she hears the whispers behind the 'wall of silence', tell her it's all her fault for being worthless. Cuss her out for having kids when she was nothing but a kid herself, or for picking some drug or some man over you again and again. Even if she only had you and devoted herself to you, even if she is a great mum, blame her anyway. Blame her for not being around more to make sure you took the chances she was out working her fingers to the bone to give you.

When you're done with her, blame the man she picked to make you with. Blame him for being less than half the man he should have been. When he comes to bail you out and starts running you down for the terrible thing you've done, tell him straight: 'I did what I did coz you didn't do what you should have done.' Even if he did right; respected your mother, worked to provide for his family financially and spiritually, taught you right from wrong and drummed it home everyday... Even if he nurtured you as best he could, blame him for the generation of men he comes from.

The one that allowed an adolescent definition of manhood to become so dominant. The one that measures a man by how many babymothers he has wrangling his offspring, or by how 'bad' his reputation is on the streets of whatever couple of square miles he chooses to call his 'ends'.

Damn them for letting you believe that respect is to be found with gun in hand or knife in pocket. Damn them and everyone who feeds the myth of these gangsters, villains, thieves and hustlers. Anyone who makes them heroes while damning hard-working, educated, honest men as weak, sell-outs or pussies.

If you are black, blame white people for the history of indignities they heaped on you and yours. For the humiliation of having to go cap-in-hand or get down on bended knee or having to burn shit down before you are afforded something so basically fundamental as equality. If you are white, blame black folk and Muslims for taking all your excuses. Failing that, blame a class system that keeps you poor and ignorant so the 'uppers' and 'middles' can feel better about themselves.

You have good reason to blame them all. I wouldn't be you growing up now for love nor money. Your generation has so little room to manoeuvre. We had more space to step around the bullshit. We weren't excluded at the rate you lot are. Teachers hadn't given up or lost their authority over us. They still tried to protect and guide us even through our most disruptive years.

The police stopped and searched us, but we fought that right out of their hands - we hoped into extinction. But they want to bring back that abusive practice. They are still hooked on punishment rather than prevention. They seem ignorant to the fact that they are feeding you acceptance of an already prevalent gang mentality. As far as you can see, the police are not protecting and serving you, they are coming at you like just another street gang trying to boss your postcode.

When I was where you are now, generations of state agencies, social services, policy-makers and politicians had not abdicated all responsibility for me. We weren't left to our own devices like you have been. Is it any wonder that you end up expressing yourself in such a violently pathetic way?

We should be ashamed. I am. You have shamed us into a desperate need to do something about ourselves. We have collectively failed you and we should take all the blame that is ours for that... but so should you.

I blame you. I blame you because as a generation you are selfish, self-centred and have little or no empathy for anyone but yourselves. You are politically stunted and socially irresponsible and... you scare us. What scares us most is that you would rather die than learn. Your only salvation may be that still most of you aren't playing it out dirty. The vast majority of young men, even with all that is stacked against them, are finding their way around the crap. The boy you will kill, should you continue to carry that knife, almost certainly had the same collective failures testing him. He probably felt no less abandoned and no less scared. He also, almost certainly, wasn't carrying a knife.

Whatever it seems like, whatever you've read, whatever you tell yourself about protection being your reason, statistics show the life you take will be that of an unarmed person. That is what that knife will do for you. It will make you escalate a situation to where it is needed. It will give you a misguided sense of confidence. It will make you the aggressor. That knife will make you use it. It will bring you nothing worth having. There is no respect there. The street may give you some passing recognition, but any name you think you might make will soon be forgotten.

Your victim will be remembered long after you. Name me one of the boys who killed Stephen Lawrence. Once you've bloodied that knife you may as well be dead because you'll be buried for 10 to 20 years. Banged up for that long, only a fool would look back and think it was worth it. You'll be nothing more than a sad, unwanted, unnecessary statistic.

If you were mine, this is what I would tell you. I would make myself a big enough man to beg. I'd get down on bended knees if I had to. I would beg you to take that knife out of your pocket and leave it at home. I would tell you that I know you are scared and lost and that I know the risks involved in what I'm asking you to do. I know that what we could step around, you have to walk through, and that there is always some fool who isn't going to make it any other way but the wrong way. I'm just begging you not to be that fool.

Be a better man than that. Let the story they tell of you be that you exceeded expectations... that you didn't drown. Don't spend your days looking to be a 'bad-man' - try to be a good one. Our biggest failure is that our actions have left you not knowing how precious you are. We have left you unaware of your worth to us. You are precious to us. Give yourself the chance to grow enough to understand why.

Be safe.
Lennie James

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