/ by Michael Arthur

Last night I ended up at The Blind Pig Speakeasy, an invite-only gathering tucked away behind a bar somewhere in Brooklyn. It was a laid-back affair with good drinks invented by the hostess, Nucomme. Nucomme’s good at getting good people together for a hang. Last night, the musical guest was Stew, trying out some new songs and mingling in the crowd of artists and fine folk. Nucomme’s husband—my studio-mate—Ajamu Kojo Chioke Walker wandered the scene with his camera, documenting the event. I mostly just listened and hung out—I’m breathing into holiday relaxing—but I did capture this drawing of Ajamu at work. If you ever find yourself with an invite to Nucomme’s world, you should say yes…

Last night I ended up at The Blind Pig Speakeasy, an invite-only gathering tucked away behind a bar somewhere in Brooklyn. It was a laid-back affair with good drinks invented by the hostess, Nucomme. Nucomme’s good at getting good people together for a hang. Last night, the musical guest was Stew, trying out some new songs and mingling in the crowd of artists and fine folk. Nucomme’s husband—my studio-mate—Ajamu Kojo Chioke Walker wandered the scene with his camera, documenting the event. I mostly just listened and hung out—I’m breathing into holiday relaxing—but I did capture this drawing of Ajamu at work. If you ever find yourself with an invite to Nucomme’s world, you should say yes…