Top image: Still, ‘BlacKkKlansman’ (2018) dir. Spike Lee
We bring you our guide to living well in the world’s capitals, from exhibitions to cinema, food, drink, fashion, music and beyond. Just call it culture and take it, it’s yours.
LONDON, FRIDAY 24th AUGUST – SUNDAY 27th AUGUST 2018
(YES, IT’S A BONUS BANK HOLIDAY WEEKENDER)
Infiltrating the KKK
In today’s Trumpian world, we hardly need another reminder of America’s deep-set flaws. Or, perhaps that’s actually what we need more than ever right now.
Cue Spike Lee, who’s back with another sharp (and highly entertaining) jab to America’s ribs. Set in the late 1970s, Lee’s latest flick, BlacKkKlansman, follows the true story of two Colorado cops, one black and one Jewish, who team up to infiltrate the KKK.
As harrowing as it is hilarious, the film highlights countless examples of cultural and political racism, many of which still afflict the nation today.
BlacKkKlansman is out now.
GET YR ‘STRIPE ON at Notting Hill Carnival
Jerk chicken and a can in hand is the way for the world-famous street party. Roll with a soundsystem and feel it. (Sunday is kids day and Monday is adult’s day, FYI).
Sunday 25th and Monday 26th August, 9:00-19:00, Notting Hill, London W12
An alternative Notting Hill Carnival
Though of course it’s an absolute classic, we couldn’t resist some less-obvious carnival suggestions ahead of Notting Hill’s Caribbean-fuelled street fiesta this weekend.
Why not check out DJ Norman Jay at St John’s Church in Clapton. He played at Obama’s inauguration you know, so lets party like its 2009.
Or you can go even more left-field and head to Moth Club to be serenaded by the smooth grooves of Baxter Dury, who is glued to the decks from Friday evening right through to the early hours of Saturday morning. To whet your appetite, look through our feature with Baxter, in which he runs through his key inspirations.
No jerk chicken though. *Sad emoji*.
A six-hour sonic trip
Whilst you’re south of the river make a beeline for Gasworks gallery and immerse yourself in Ritual Without Belief, a new multi-sensory art installation by Evan Ifekoya. Described as “a black queer algorithm across generations, locations and political afflictions”, the piece places the viewer inside a six hour-long – the length of the gallery’s opening hours – soundscape of textures and recording techniques that act like sonic mood-swings.
It all feeds out from a bespoke sound system suspended from the gallery ceiling, while a grayscale ocean curves from floor to ceiling to create a vast wave that meets a ceiling chock-a-block with helium balloons, referencing The Loft, a party that revolutionised the club scene in downtown Manhattan during the 1970s.
For the optimum experience set aside the full six hours and emerge with your mind truly fucked.
Evan Ifekoya: Ritual Without Belief runs at Gasworks until 2nd September
Smear me in gazpacho
It’s bank holiday Monday. You’re hungover. The solution? A bloody Mary and a lifetime’s supply of tomatoes being thrown about, of course. Spain’s infamous La Tomatina is here in Soho thanks to London eatery Aqua Nueva. And once you’re suitably fuelled on cocktails and salsa pick up your squelchy weapon (ooh, matron) and prepare for battle. Just like mama used to make it.
Go straight for the air horn
Whether it’s your warm up before you go out, or for chilling on your front step with a few cans, we’re throwing back to Casely-Hayford’s Carnival Summer Playlist. As brilliant as being at home gets. Crank it.