RAKE is just dripping with talent— from his all analog approach to photography to his mobius strip mysticism. Peep game and consider that English is the guy’s third or fourth language:
“I would say that I felt home for a first time when I opened the door to the hall of the endless possibilities inside my mind. This is my favorite place I ever visited. Then, I felt like the cities and countries are just names and all you have is just circumstances, energy, people and geometry. Now, it is considered that even force or energy is a consequence of geometry, which makes the laws of nature seem simpler when it’s viewed from the context of a more comprehensive dimensional space. You can have a three-day long paradise in Somalia and an endless hell limbo in Saint-Tropez.”
Everything the guy puts out is layered with references and gritty as all get out. Check out this interview/exposé that MOOK LIFE did on his work—
4/20— weatherman said it’d be less than gucci, signs were he’d be right. Whatever the weather. Up early to twist trees in living room light. Had to meet the CSSDP and head to the mountain. The scene was dank—pockets of soaked connoisseurs blowing piff smoke.
After a window of light drizzle this dude started dancing with the water pipe. Might as well have been whistling on the bridge. Rain came on heavy— the DJ tent was bumping dancehall bangers punctuated by patois interjections, bleeaise erb seen?! Surrender to the rain to stay dry, then decided to dip.
On the bus ride, argued the side of the drug traders: legalization places the black market in government’s hands. Seed money gone. Nothing to do with what you know— dead leaves clumped on the grate. There are vast issues in every direction. Which thugs to give it to?
Devil’s advocate: the new fashionable malady. Blazed bowls then shook hands, red-eyed the 8 blocks to home. Never mind photos that could have been taken. Hungry for Pringles and Coke in a can, hit a corner store on the way.
Here’s some classic MTL street flicks. All B&W, just how we like. Big shout out to that cat Stanislav Troitsky, for all the lessons and for keeping it top shelf. All city chilleur, for sure.