NO PHOTOSET HAS MADE ME HAPPIER.
MY FAVORITE PHOTOSET IS BACK
The last picture.
I don’t normally take mirror selfies, but when I do I get my new Barbour jacket in the mail.
Tomorrow marks the 20th anniversary of one of the most important cultural documents of a generation: the Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). The album was crafted in a dojo in Staten Island, New York — better known as Shaolin — by a nine-man collective (sorry, Cappadonna) with a staggering amount of talent, and it was released into the world on November 9, 1993. Mystical, lyrical, fantastical, aerobic, hysterical: They were an evolutionary flock of young guns with old souls. To celebrate the group’s debut — which launched a swarm of solo careers, a hive of affiliated artists, a clothing line, a loose philosophy of life, and a few terrible movies — we asked nine Grantland staffers to represent for their favorite member of the Wu, just as they did back in ‘93.
Grantland reflects on a hip-hop collective and album whose shadow lingers and whose influence grows by the year.