AK

It took a young boy from Kent, UK to cross paths with a young women from Compton, California to create AK. The dichotomy of those two are what pull him together. Through lyric, sound, and photo, this is his Journey. This is AK.
#Work

#Work

Kubrick on a Monday.  (at Stanley Kubrick Retrospective)

Kubrick on a Monday. (at Stanley Kubrick Retrospective)

Mini Fanta’s and BBQ at the #GOLD house.

Mini Fanta’s and BBQ at the #GOLD house.

#Kanye’s first of 66 Installations. Williamsburg, BK. This marketing game just got turned upside down!  #NewSlaves #iknowimstanrightnowbutfuckit

#Kanye’s first of 66 Installations. Williamsburg, BK. This marketing game just got turned upside down! #NewSlaves #iknowimstanrightnowbutfuckit

Maxim 100 party with my 2. #twoformetwoforyou

Maxim 100 party with my 2. #twoformetwoforyou

Finally smart/old enough to get Seinfeld humor. Shit is hilarious.

Finally smart/old enough to get Seinfeld humor. Shit is hilarious.

This is getting out of hand. #stealth4 #sneakeraddict

This is getting out of hand. #stealth4 #sneakeraddict

My first Mother’s Day ever without my hero. 3pm she was outside in that mustang 5.0 ready to pick me up everyday of my life, after school. I would always tell her to stay in the car because her legs where so bad both knees where fused together. It was painful to walk, but she never wanted me to not see her there.  She was the only stability I ever had in my life. Cup of tea at breakfast, cup of tea with homework. Kiss on the forehead and a cold wash cloth when I got home from practice. My silent hero. All she ever wanted was a kiss and a hug. Maybe twice a month a trip to the pub. If I was happy, she was happy. The pretty little songs she would sing from her stage days would linger across the  house as she did laundry or made dinner. My hero never had a cape. She had a skirt and flats. A funny English accent and could barely walk. I just wish I was able to fly to her rescue for once. I love you, Nana. #HappyHeroDay.

My first Mother’s Day ever without my hero. 3pm she was outside in that mustang 5.0 ready to pick me up everyday of my life, after school. I would always tell her to stay in the car because her legs where so bad both knees where fused together. It was painful to walk, but she never wanted me to not see her there. She was the only stability I ever had in my life. Cup of tea at breakfast, cup of tea with homework. Kiss on the forehead and a cold wash cloth when I got home from practice. My silent hero. All she ever wanted was a kiss and a hug. Maybe twice a month a trip to the pub. If I was happy, she was happy. The pretty little songs she would sing from her stage days would linger across the house as she did laundry or made dinner. My hero never had a cape. She had a skirt and flats. A funny English accent and could barely walk. I just wish I was able to fly to her rescue for once. I love you, Nana. #HappyHeroDay.

#MajorMoment seeing my pops up there runnin’ with Patty Labelle. #Historic Proud son son.

#MajorMoment seeing my pops up there runnin’ with Patty Labelle. #Historic Proud son son.

My baby. Next month she’s all mine! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’—!

My baby. Next month she’s all mine! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’—!