haii snow day! enjoy this hibernation time and watch this brilliant film! (one of my favorites) Claudine! released on april 22nd, 1974 and starring Diahann Carroll and James Earl Jones. set in Harlem, Diahann's character, Claudine, a single mother of 6 falls in love with James' character, Rupert.  Claudine, who is on welfare, has been married twice and at this point does not believe that she will find love again. plus her welfare check is dependent on her single status, thus if she ever remarries they will cut her government assistance. this very real love story displays the difficulties of single black motherhood, and black love in general. 

and to top it all off, the film is scored by the one and only, Curtis Mayfield, and performed by Gladys Knight and The Pips. (it really gets no better than this yall!) the soundtrack is gorgeous! it features a gorgeous remake of the mayfield classic "the makings of you." 

please enjoy with a full link to the film below! 

Bianca Jagger | Muse

we are utterly inspired by the fiercely feminine and androgynous presence of the beautiful, Nicaraguan born former actress and now human rights activist, Bianca Jagger. she is able to kill it in a suit or a long dress as she is unabashedly herself. please enjoy some of our favorite images of her as she is effortlessly fashionable exuding vulnerability and strength within each foto. 

Cosmic Slop | Space Traders

in april i attended the afrofuturism film festival at BAM. i had the pleasure of viewing a once in a life time screening of the series, Cosmic Slop. called a "multicultural twilight zone,"the trilogy was created by Reginald Hudlin and executive produced by Reginald and his brother Warrington Hudlin. Reginald was also the director of House Party and Boomerang. the triology aired on HBO in 1994, hosted by George Clinton it borrows it's title from the 1973 Funkadelic album. unfortunately after the pilot season was aired HBO received death threats concerning the radical topics covered in the series including racism, catholicism, african spirituality, and domestic violence. HBO was force to stop the airing of the series and it was eventually banned. because of this it is very rare to be able to view the trilogy in its entirety! viewing the series in 2015 i can say that it was light years ahead of its time! there is nothing like this on tv now and i don't think there has ever been. i can see why it was banned! its honesty, accuracy, and creativity, created a truly masterful piece of work. it is a shame that more people are not able to see it. 

luckily the first part of the trilogy entitled, Space Traders, based off the short story written by Derrick Bell is available on youtube. the premise of the story is that aliens come to the earth and essentially promise world peace and a solution to poverty and hunger in exchange for all black people on earth. the aliens do not say what they will do with the black people, but they just ask for every human with melanin. you can imagine the the raucous this stirs! it is a really an incredible story, transformative, uncomfortable, painful, and also rather humorous to watch this episode. 

please watch below! comments are encouraged! this is a really great conversation starter. if you are interested in reading the short story, Space Traders written by Derrick Bell you can find the pdf here. also if anyone is interested in collaborating in putting on a screening of this please email

Sun Ra | this planet is doomed

below find excerpts from poems from Sun Ra's poetry book This Planet is Doomed. 

"the player sat in space as all players do.."

space age needs

there must be a cosmic

dimension of music 

which is attuned

to the space-age needs 

of the rulers

as well as the peoples of the earth.

angels & demons

my music sings of the discipline of the depths

and darkness of space as matter

and matter of outer space as tone, and it

relates-reaches through the void to stars

beyond the places of thought-worlds

without names

touch the stars

at night I sleep my sleep 

and dream my dreams 

reach into the darkness

and touch the stars

place them in new places

where I would have them

pattern them into another design

of another tomorrow's destiny

I am an instrument

I am an instrument

the timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven

I belong to the one who is more than a musician

he is an artist

I live to be his pleasure,

I do not flee from him when he comes to me

for instrument are not sufficient in themselves

they are old and lifeless without tortured hands and mind

the artist holds myself tenderly in his hands

first he touches the strings of my heart

too fine to be in tune with the universe

then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes there

and music from the world of time and space is born

I am strange

I am strange

my mind is tinted with the colors of madness

they fight in silent furor in the effort to dissolve each other

I am strange 

I have a potent degree of love that is so unwise

in one world that it is wisdom in another

I am strange

I no longer have respect for hate

for I am stronger than hate...

collages by Tamara Renée Davidson 


we are pleased to feature the amazing artwork of our dear friend Tulsi Maya. these images are from her COPS! series under her moniker "prettywhores." Tulsi describes prettywhores as "the darling & the dirty". Tulsi is an Australian artist who "vomits up futuristic nostalgia." she is quite prolific and diverse in her imagery. The COPS! series stroke me particularly because it tackles the prevalent issue of police brutality which Tulsi describes,"as a new form of genocide against people of color." and indeed she is absolutely right. this week alone we have seen police harassment against peaceful teens in Texas and the suicide of our black angel, Kalief Browder. Tulsi uses archival black and white images of police harassment and integrates surrealism and fantasy with her illustrations. the police officers become literal monsters with tentacles, horns, and ghoulish eyes. we are a big fan of fantasy, surrealism, and science fiction at black de cool sun, because it offers us ways to push the boundaries of the way we look at our reality. Please check out the work below. 

COPS!” // _ _ _ is love // push and shove

COPS!” //
_ _ _ is love //
push and shove

prettywhores >> “COPS!” // broken hearts of harlem    

prettywhores >>
“COPS!” //
broken hearts
of harlem


prettywhores >>   “COPS!” //   s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶t̶e̶c̶t̶ //   curb and reject II

prettywhores >>
“COPS!” //
s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶t̶e̶c̶t̶ //
curb and reject II

prettywhores >>   “COPS!” //   dope king //   secret stash III

prettywhores >>
“COPS!” //
dope king //
secret stash III

prettywhores >>   “COPS!” //   can't see the forest   for the trees   

prettywhores >>
“COPS!” //
can't see the forest
for the trees

prettywhores >>  “COPS!” // secret stash II      art created by tulsi maya ©

prettywhores >>
“COPS!” // secret stash II


art created by tulsi maya ©

The Creative Process by James Baldwin.

THE CREATIVE PROCESS By James Baldwin from Creative America, Ridge Press, 1962.

Perhaps the primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid; the state of being alone. That all men are, when the chips are down, alone, is a banality—a banality because it is very frequently stated, but very rarely, on the evidence, believed. Most of us are not compelled to linger with the knowledge of our aloneness, for it is a knowledge that can paralyze all action in this world. There are, forever, swamps to be drained, cities to be created, mines to be exploited, children to be fed. None of these things can be done alone. But the conquest of the physical world is not man’s only duty. He is also enjoined to conquer the great wilderness of himself. The precise role of the artist, then, is to illuminate that darkness, blaze roads through that vast forest, so that we will not, in all our doing, lose sight of its purpose, which is, after all, to make the world a more human dwelling place.

The state of being alone is not meant to bring to mind merely a rustic musing beside some silver lake. The aloneness of which I speak is much more like the aloneness of birth or death. It is like the fearless alone that one sees in the eyes of someone who is suffering, whom we cannot help. Or it is like the aloneness of love, the force and mystery that so many have extolled and so many have cursed, but which no one has ever understood or ever really been able to control. I put the matter this way, not out of any desire to create pity for the artist—God forbid!—but to suggest how nearly, after all, is his state the state of everyone, and in an attempt to make vivid his endeavor. The state of birth, suffering, love, and death are extreme states—extreme, universal, and inescapable. We all know this, but we would rather not know it. The artist is present to correct the delusions to which we fall prey in our attempts to avoid this knowledge.

It is for this reason that all societies have battled with the incorrigible disturber of the peace—the artist. I doubt that future societies will get on with him any better. The entire purpose of society is to create a bulwark against the inner and the outer chaos, in order to make life bearable and to keep the human race alive. And it is absolutely inevitable that when a tradition has been evolved, whatever the tradition is, the people, in general, will suppose it to have existed from before the beginning of time and will be most unwilling and indeed unable to conceive of any changes in it. They do not know how they will live without those traditions that have given them their identity. Their reaction, when it is suggested that they can or that they must, is panic. And we see this panic, I think, everywhere in the world today, from the streets of New Orleans to the grisly battleground of Algeria. And a higher level of consciousness among the people is the only hope we have, now or in the future, of minimizing human damage.

The artist is distinguished from all other responsible actors in society—the politicians, legislators, educators, and scientists—by the fact that he is his own test tube, his own laboratory, working according to very rigorous rules, however unstated these may be, and cannot allow any consideration to supersede his responsibility to reveal all that he can possibly discover concerning the mystery of the human being. Society must accept some things as real; but he must always know that visible reality hides a deeper one, and that all our action and achievement rest on things unseen. A society must assume that it is stable, but the artist must know, and he must let us know, that there is nothing stable under heaven. One cannot possibly build a school, teach a child, or drive a car without taking some things for granted. The artist cannot and must not take anything for granted, but must drive to the heart of every answer and expose the question the answer hides.

I seem to be making extremely grandiloquent claims for a breed of men and women historically despised while living and acclaimed when safely dead. But, in a way, the belated honor that all societies tender their artists proven the reality of the point I am trying to make. I am really trying to make clear the nature of the artist’s responsibility to his society. The peculiar nature of this responsibility is that he must never cease warring with it, for its sake and for his own. For the truth, in spite of appearances and all our hopes, is that everything is always changing and the measure of our maturity as nations and as men is how well prepared we are to meet these changes, and further, to use them for our health.

Now, anyone who has ever been compelled to think about it—anyone, for example, who has ever been in love---knows that the one face that one can never see is one’s own face. One’s lover—or one’s brother, or one’s enemy—sees the face you wear, and this face can elicit the most extraordinary reactions. We do the things we do and feel what we feel essentially because we must---we are responsible for our actions, but we rarely understand them. It goes without saying, I believe, that if we understood ourselves better, we would damage ourselves less. But the barrier between oneself and one’s knowledge of oneself is high indeed. There are so many things one would rather not know! We become social creatures because we cannot live any other way. But in order to become social, there are a great many other things that we must not become, and we are frightened, all of us, of these forces within us that perpetually menace our precarious security. Yet the forces are there: we cannot will them away. All we can do is learn to live with them. And we cannot learn this unless we are willing to tell the truth about ourselves, and the truth about us is always at variance with what we wish to be. The human effort is to bring these two realities into a relationship resembling reconciliation. The human beings whom we respect the most, after all---and sometimes fear the most—are those who are most deeply involved in this delicate and strenuous effort, for they have the unshakable authority that comes only from having looked on and endured and survived the worst. That nation is healthiest which has the least necessity to distrust or ostracize these people—whom, as I say, honor, once they are gone, because somewhere in our hearts we know that we cannot live without them.

The dangers of being an American artist are not greater than those of being an artist anywhere else in the world, but they are very particular. These dangers are produced by our history. They rest on the fact that in order to conquer this continent, the particular aloneness of which I speak—the aloneness in which one discovers that life is tragic, and therefore unutterably beautiful—could not be permitted. And that this prohibition is typical of all emergent nations will be proved, I have no doubt, in many ways during the next fifty years. This continent now is conquered, but our habits and our fears remain. And, in the same way that to become a social human being one modifies and suppresses and, ultimately, without great courage, lies to oneself about all one’s interior, uncharted chaos, so have we, as a nation, modified or suppressed and lied about all the darker forces in our history. We know, in the case of the person, that whoever cannot tell himself the truth about his past is trapped in it, is immobilized in the prison of his undiscovered self. This is also true of nations. We know how a person, in such a paralysis, is unable to assess either his weaknesses or his strengths, and how frequently indeed he mistakes the one for the other. And this, I think, we do. We are the strongest nation in the Western world, but this is not for the reasons that we think. It is because we have an opportunity that no other nation has in moving beyond the Old World concepts of race and class and caste, to create, finally, what we must have had in mind when we first began speaking of the New World. But the price of this is a long look backward when we came and an unflinching assessment of the record. For an artist, the record of that journey is most clearly revealed in the personalities of the people the journey produced. Societies never know it, but the war of an artist with his society is a lover’s war, and he does, at his best, what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself and, with that revelation, to make freedom real. 



illustration by Maite Gomez Perez

illustration by Maite Gomez Perez

The Ultra Violet EP is the second electronic EP released by Harlem artist, Tamara Renée. The Ultra Violet EP blends electronic, funk, jazz, hip-hop, trip-hop, soul, blues and reggae, creating a deliciously mystifying and mood altering experience. Violet is the color of the 7th, crown chakra and the  highest frequency in the visible spectrum, it  is a point of alchemy and self-transformation. Violet is wholeness, completion, illumination and rebirth. The Ultra Violet EP is an offering, a mantra of the new age-the golden age. In making the EP, Tamara embarked on an initiation in which she emerged from the nine realms of darkness, letting go of a depression and instead entering the void of fearlessness, magic and illumination.
As an artist, Tamara Renée embodies the spirit of the black jaguar bolting herself into the next stage of her journey as a musician, healer, and wild woman. As stated by Maya shaman Ohky Simine Forest, “In the early Maya matriarchal civilization, the jaguar clan was a high cast of priests and priestesses. The jaguar is the greatest feminine shield of all animals. In ancient times, to become a jaguar priest involved mastering the art of shape-shifting. The jaguar is connected to the mysterious, sexual center, and the heart center using the power of pleasure and eroticism to transform the self; tantra.” Tamara has become a shape shifting woman effortlessly embracing wisdoms of ancient traditions and thus transcending genres and mediums as she explores her Self- a being deeply connected to all of her ancestors and the earth. Listen as she sings, howls, purrs, raps, moans, and groans herself into existence.

All production on the UV EP is done by Tamara Renée and Javi Santiago. The project features one track produced by Art Vandeley, and a guest feature by Guitarist Justin Matthews. Tamara worked closely with producer, guitarist, and engineer Justin Matthews to take the project to it’s final stages. Tamara cites various  influences for this project including:  Bjork, Sun Ra, Missy Elliot, Sade, Busta Rhymes, Massive Attack, Prince, Daft Punk, Jimi Hendrix, Jill Scott, Slum Village,Brandy, Marvin Gaye, Georgia Anne  Muldrow, Melvin Van Peebles, Erykah Badu, Parliament Funkadelic, Digable Planets, A Tribe Called Quest, Curtis Mayfield,  Billie Holiday,Sizzla, Martina Bird, Beenie Man, Kendrick Lamar, Janet Jackson and Minnie Ripperton.
to listen and download to the ULTRA VIOLET EP
for a free download code of the project email

joni mitchell woodstock

blessings to the legend joni mitchell. a soul that has walked this earth many times. she has shared her pool of songs with us all. she is truly healing and cooling. she is currently in very poor health so send  your blessings to this rainbow warrior. 

below find two exquisite live videos of joni singing "woodstock" a song she wrote about the music festival that she missed in 1970. this song is quite beautiful! wow. and it is very fitting for now, another time where young folk are searching to find the truth amongst so much turmoil and strife.

the first video is her playing it in 1970 on a piano, she is around 27 so you can see she is young and almost angelic. very pure and clear. the second video is much later and on guitar! she clearly has the growth of a wild woman, who has been through winds. her voice a bit raspier and her stage presence a bit more powerful and sexy. i love them both. so thankful for a woman artist who showed you could be vulnerable, sweet, sexy, angry, powerful, and control your own vision.

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden


FAME by Anaka Morris

Fame by Anaka Morris

the series entitled, "Fame," by Portland born, LA based photographer, Anaka Morris. we asked her a few questions about her elegant photos, all taken with film. please enjoy her images and words below. 

yasiin bey LA 2015

yasiin bey LA 2015

for my “Fame” project i am mixing my ethnographic directed research on the concept and social relevance of fame with portraits of artists i shoot through photography and short film. i am particularly interested in how an artist’s persona matches with their “true” identities. this juxtaposition is interesting to me because an artist’s persona is usually so solidified that an artist may have a hard time letting their identity grow and develop over time. i mostly shoot hip hop musicians because they are arguably the most idolized form of artist in our culture.
— Anaka Morris
Ham on Everything

Ham on Everything

although we all see fame as a sole goal most artists work toward, everyone’s perception of success is different. this is why i have become interested in all levels of fame. i seek to show all the artists i shoot at the same level despite the hierarchical levels they may be in other people’s minds relating to their level of fame.
— Anaka Morris
Kembe X

Kembe X

i have definitely noticed artists pushing their personas as i shoot them, but I have also been able to get to a comfortable enough level with most of the artists i shoot so they are not thrown off by the camera. shooting in film has also helped the relaxation level, leading my subjects to feel automatically comfortable with me because the action of taking the photo takes a lot longer than a digital camera.
— Anaka Morris
Kali Uchis

Kali Uchis

these images are important because i am a part of a big artistic cultural movement puzzle that documents what is going on. i am mostly focused on documenting artist’s relationships with themselves and each other in order to document artists who are changing art (and the world) for the best. i see the most driven artists as those who have been raised, and despite social disadvantages are finding ways to shine through our societal elements that don’t really matter at all in the end. what really matters is the ability to recognize cultural movements and make it strong enough for people to follow and support positively.
— Anaka Morris


FAME by Anaka Morris