While much of the Caribbean remains dirt poor, so the nicer parts remain a playground for the rich and famous.

Johnny Cash used to have a home in Jamaica, by the Rose Hall Estate in St James, where he wrote the song about the far, far badder Annie Palmer.

They made Busta Chief Minister of Jamaica and just nine years later in 1962, we got Independence. With this hair, the British had no choice.

The ultimate in butu: when it’s not enough to have an open casket, have an open hearse to show everyone how important you are…were.

Happy, warm and quiet.

Wicked. But how do we get our hair back like that?

Shot on a Sony EX1 by director Galen Summer, this short documentary about the legendary Brooklyn tailor Martin Greenfield is something we particularly enjoyed here at First.

You might recall, unless you REALLY have your head in the sand, that Usain Bolt broke Asafa Powell’s 100m world record with a 9.72 run in NYC a few weeks ago.

Emigrant nations, like us, appreciate than it’s far from easy to hold down several dead-end jobs to support an entire extended family back home. That’s what inspired Mexican-born NYC-based photographer Dulce Pinzón.

Fifth-generation KKK Ms. Ruth supports her quadriplegic daughter Lilbet by sewing Ku Klux Klan uniforms. Somehow we don’t feel sorry for them.