Cebo Campbell

The Street Aesthetic of New York City

I spent all of 5 days in the city of New York and I will tell you it is my favorite place on planet earth. Of course, there are so many exciting, unique and, at times, unbelieveable things to see and do that the experience in itself makes me want to pack up my wife and kids and move there. But, it was more to it than that. The city vibrated this sense of expression. Everyone, everywhere seemed, to me, to be expressing themselves whether they were honking horns, screaming “Bike lane!” on the Brooklyn Bridge or putting stickers on high posts about their next live show. Everywhere I went, someone was singing or dancing or painting or drawing or giving opinions on the train, on the street, on the ferry, literally everywhere. If art is expression, then New York City, from Burrough to Burrough, was just one gigantic and inspiring composition.

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About

I am an author and a Creative Director. My latest books are:

Sky Full of Elephants – coming 2024

Violet in Some Places – Available at Not A Cult

As a full-time creative (Chief Creative Officer at Spherical), I spend most days at the desk leading a team of creatives to brand some of the best hotels in the world. So, I write in the nooks and crannies of my available time. I wake up at 5:30am just to get in a few hours putting words on paper. I write on the train. I write on planes. I write waiting in lines. I feel I have to write. The reason is simple: representation.

Cebo Campbell Author of Violet in Some Places

I often tell the story of Ferris Bueller; a kid who decides to skip school and, on charm alone, steals a car, impersonates a cop, drinks underage, tampers with computers, and at every step exposes his best friends to peril, only to go home and fall asleep with his mother to kiss him into sweet dreams. I asked myself if Ferris were Trayvon Martin, how might that story end? I know the answer. So do you. And this is why representation is so important. I aim to contribute more stories into the world that diversely feature regular (but beautiful) lives made extraordinary. Art, I believe, is the only way to accomplish this. All my creative work is inspired by and aims to add to all the great work in the world.

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