words by jace.
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Casi se me olivid deciros!: Wayne Marshall's thorough Boston Phoenix
& his equally thorough
No lo pierdais, joder. booom cha boom cha, booom..
The genre
remains at the point where every English-language journalist writing
about a reggaetn artist must provide a scene overview and
cover its history.
Corbett does it well but shines when looking at the money drenching everything, closing her piece with a Reebok photo shoot scene:
>>Yankee's expression slackened. Behind him was a scrim of white paper, a big blank expanse that was just a holding place for what would be the advertisement's real backdrop some gritty-looking, Latin-looking street location to be Photoshopped in later. An assistant handed him a sneaker, and the shooting started up again. Yankee lifted the shoe to eye level and gave it a hard, meaningful look. "Yeah," the photographer encouraged, "hold that." Then, abruptly, they all turned away again, examining the image on the computer screen, back on the phone, back in conference. Only Daddy Yankee stood there, beneath the glaring lights, still holding his pose.<<
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w&w (URL) - февруари 5 2006
gracias for the forward, jc.- - - - - - - -