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Hardcore —Don Morris, The Artist Behind Slam and XXL Magazine

Don Morris’ art converged basketball and hip-hop into a cultural lightning bolt. While working for Slam, XXL and Honey, Morris tattooed his rebellious vision on iconic covers, logos and photos. The Don and I nerd out over 90s New York, Slam’s underdog spirit, DMX and Stephon Marbury.

The Slam cover is a holy artifact. Iverson with the afro, Showbiz and KD, 1996’s Rookie class, these images are tattooed in memory. Slam is the people’s choice for good reason; it represents basketball’s soul. The athlete glaring off the glossy page conveys all of the game’s passion and fury.

Don Morris is the innovator behind Slam’s visual uppercut. As the publication’s creative director, and co-founder of rap digest XXL, Don’s style defined “urban” publishing. His abrasive template of aggressive imagery and bold, masculine font still resonates today.

While growing up in Plymouth, Massachusetts, Don didn’t fit the norm. He was into art and music. Don shunned traditional sports in favour of skateboarding. As a teenager, he stuck to extremes; anarchy, fistfights and loud guitars.

“For me, I hate team sports. I never liked them and where I grew up, I used to get in a lot of fights. And I would fight a lot of team sports individuals, right? That just wasn’t my place,” he asserts.

“I will say that once I got involved in the basketball community, there are cool people everywhere. I mean, people grow up and they act normal. I’m just not a sports person and I don’t care like that. I care about art, I care about design.”

Basketball never entered Don’s teenage bedroom. His walls were plastered with skate stickers and punk merch. Morris’ design introduction was the Cro-Mags’ H-bomb explosion or the militaristic Dead Kennedys logo.

“I went to art school in Massachusetts, while I was heavily involved in the hardcore scene. So the typography of the flyers or the albums; it all resonated with me. I saw a lot of similarities in hip-hop with the punk rock world. At the time, everybody was sharing rehearsal spaces. So you go into these rehearsal facilities and there would be all types of people and everybody was mingling. And you know, hip-hop and punk rock was counterculture. Before hip-hop got adopted and made pop culture — it used to be its own form of punk rock.”

Don says Massachusetts was “incredibly violent” in the 80s. The self-proclaimed skate-rat says crack-era New York felt safer than home. He’d been frequenting the Big Apple since stealing his dad’s car to see hardcore gigs.

“I came to New York in like, 91-ish, somewhere in the beginning of the 90s. I caught the tail end of New York’s greatness. To this day, nothing has come close to replicating that. When The Tunnel, Club USA and The Limelight was all poppin, all run by [famous “club king”] Paul Gatien, it was so much fun. I’ve never seen anything like that since.”

This was the New York of Illmatic. Rucker Park wasn’t yet a tourist attraction. The Gotham City of Mobb Deep lyrics. Graffiti marking every subway. Boosters stealing Ralph Lauren and tourists being mugged in Times Square. The era where Stephon Marbury, Biggie and God Shammgod hung out 30 deep in The Tunnel.

After studying fine art in Boston, Morris worked as an assistant at Art & Auction magazine. Tibor Kalman — ‘the bad boy of graphic design’ was redesigning the monthly periodical at the time. Kalman’s provocative attitude resonated with Don. He took this experience to Harris Publications, just as they were launching Slam.

“I didn’t even have a desk at the company. I think I sat by the freight elevator on the floor, ” he recalls.

Morris knew Slam needed a revamp. Until then, hoops magazines promoted tradition and PR-friendly professionality. They were very white and very suburban. That didn’t resonate with basketball’s growing multicultural audience, their stories of inner-city struggle and the connection to music.

“Hip-hop was a response to violence. It was ‘we’re not going to fight, we’re going to battle with verse, with pen.’ I thought that was fucking amazing. Like, I just thought it was genius. It was something really special and I just wanted to be involved. And then, when I got involved with Slam, I saw so much similarity in the character of the players with the characters in hip-hop, like they are similar manifestations of that same energy.”

Don banished the cheesy fonts, the boring photos and the newspaper headlines. He wasn’t trying to be Sports Illustrated or ESPN. Slam didn’t have the legacy. Morris stomped on tradition and became their creative director in the process. He was just 25.

The new Slam was brazen, it was unapologetic. An exclamation mark in physical form. They used neon colours like a girlie magazine and the headlines read like rap lyrics. Players screamed at you off the page. What better way for a magazine to get your attention than John Stark posterizing the reader or MJ exorcising his inner demon.

“I think I’m just an aggressive person by nature, so I saw the aggression in basketball, and that translated a lot visually. I also saw, it’s like Fight Club, there’s a lot of posturing that goes on in team sports. So I related that to the music scene, I related that to hip-hop, I related that to punk rock, it all seemed one thing to me.”

Morris pauses to credit the wider team. The design and voice of a magazine is far larger than a one-man undertaking. Don was lucky enough to work with a passion-fueled squad of “geeks.” From the editorial department to the photographers they shot with, the team’s unity and underdog spirit propelled Slam’s new vision.

The mag’s attitude also aligned with an emerging star breaking tradition on-court; Allen Iverson. Philly’s son encapsulated Slam’s spirit; the young bull charging through convention with hood pass intact. Iverson was the first cover star to wear jewellery. His Soul On Ice shoot also pre-empted the throwback jersey trend.

Don says Slam and AI connected “simply because he’s real.”

“Quite often, in society, when people make it to a certain level, they’re expected to behave a certain way, right? That’s the law. But that’s just not right, it’s bullshit. When you go to a street ball game, it’s like a battle, it’s a hip-hop battle. There’s no difference. It’s the same energy and the same characters with a different expression. And you can’t miss it. And who would want to suppress that in the first place? It’s so dope, his expression of energy.”

Morris crafted Slam’s logo to further convey their tenacity. “That font is called Harlem. I go off intuition, and intuitively, it felt perfect for the brand. The stars, I got from military-inspired fighter planes. I think stars denote quality and strength.”

He later conceived XXL’s heavyweight red logo and further into his career, became editor of The Source. While basketball and hip-hop seem integrated at this point, the old guard resented the genre. The traditional hoopers felt rap’s influence removed the “civility” from basketball. Players weren’t meant to dress like rappers, have tattoos or wear jewellery. It was undignified.

Morris interrupts our conversation because he’s so passionate about the subject.

“Yo man, I can’t even tell you, my life, even to now, has been fighting with those people. When I got into the magazine world, I was immediately like, ‘all these people are all old and they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.’ And I think I’ve had discussions in the past where certain brands didn’t survive certain periods. One of the key things that was involved was people didn’t recognise hip-hop for what it was. It was more than what it appeared to be and is still more than it appears to be to this day. I look at hip-hop as a spirit that’s moving through society and culture. And if you didn’t respect that, you weren’t gonna survive. So we were constantly fighting for that.”

Years later, Slam continues to revisit Don’s designs. They remade the 96 rookie Class in 2014. Kevin Garnett’s 100% Real Juice pictorial was reshot with Karl Anthony-Towns two years later. Slam also paid tribute to Iverson’s cover with Joel Embiid in 2017.

Since leaving the commercial world, Morris works in philanthropy and has several documentaries he aims to someday complete.

You can find Don’s portfolio here.

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Bonus: Tales of hanging out with Stephon Marbury, Ghostface Killah and DMX in full unedited glory.

In 1997, Don and other members of Slam had the idea to fill a gap in the music magazine marketplace by introducing a new rap oriented title. At age 28, he co-founded XXL Magazine.

“I was in bookstores all the time, I lived in bookstores, flipping books. Like I tell people, even the name XXL is from a Bruce Mau architecture book. I think it was called S, M, L, XL and I thought ‘oh it’s perfect’ because the Beastie Boys had X-Large clothing too. It was just perfect. And then that [XXL logo] font is called Garage Gothic, which is actually taken from parking garage tickets, which to me was just super street. And then the red logo, it’s from Life magazine. I was looking for magazine archetypes that resonated and that one couldn’t have been stronger.”

On coming up with the slogan “hip-hop on a higher level” and the general feel of the magazine.

“I wanted to make it more valuable, treat it differently. For instance, The New York Times and The New York times logo, there’s a sophistication that comes from that. People just see it as an authority. So like I was trying to take hip-hop and give it a more authoritative visual, a stronger visual, in my own mind.”

On shooting Stephon Marbury in his hometown.

“Coney Island is a unique place, especially off-hours, and especially back in the 90s.

I had got there really early, and met this guy named Damien that lived in the building, who knew Marbury. [Marbury] was still down with the neighborhood. He’s just a nice person. Like he was a good person, you know what I mean? There are people, I don’t know if you’ve experienced this, but you meet these people and they can act all kinds of ways.

Stephon was great. We hung out so long. We had a blast. He was just really nice, respectful, and patient. Even this guy, Damien, that I met. Damien ended up working for me at XXL. But Marbury was looking out for that guy so he helps me out during the shoot. And you know, anybody that looks out for me, I look out for them. So he ended up working for me for years. He was a kid from the projects. So I got him into the [XXL] system, and he was there longer than I was.”

On hanging out with Ghostface.

I’ve had people bring me back to their homes. I’ve had people’s parent’s cook for me. Ghostface Killah took us home to his mom. I have a picture somewhere, it was right after 911, cause I have a picture of him reading the newspaper. She made fried chicken.

He was trying to bring people together and educate people. So he literally wanted us to see how he lived and I remember him calling his man aside and saying something to him like “we got to make sure that people know.” He was communicating with us so that we better understood how [all types of] people exist. He’s really fuckin smart. “

On waiting eight days for DMX.

We had this beautiful studio in Miami, like one of the most beautiful studios I’ve ever been in. It was just this beautiful, big, building. I had been waiting for him and hunting him for days.

He would say he was going to be somewhere then he didn’t show up. It just didn’t work out. And finally, we’re going to be in the studio. He was doing another shoot at the same time that he was shooting with us. So I’m looking through this crack in the wall and I see DMX show up with this super hot woman.

I was like ‘holy shit, like good for him. Woah, that’s so special.’ So, he showed up with something really special. Then a fucking truck pulls up and they pick a lion out of the truck, right? And I swear to you with no hesitation, and this girl is basically wearing a bikini, she just literally, as soon as she saw the lion, she walked over to the lion, got on the lion and started riding it around the studio. Like, you know, it was like ‘she’s so fucking bad, it’s crazy yo!’ And the lion trainer got so freaked out. He’s putting down on everyone. He took the lion and he left. I forget what happened afterwards, but then DMX left as well and we didn’t get to do the shoot and I had to continue hunting him. And when I say hunting, it’s me following him around, waiting for somebody to tell me he’s going to be somewhere and that he’s committed to do something, and then it would fall through. We finally ended up playing pool together and I got shots of him while we were shooting pool, and it actually worked out well.

Championship Diamonds Part 2 - Jason of Beverly Hills

The second part of my interview with NBA and celebrity jeweller Jason of BH. In this part, we discussed meeting Michael Jackson and making him custom pendants, Drake's basketball league and Steph Curry dropping his Championship ring. Fun fact: Both of Jason's children's names are Jason.

Jewellery is weighed by carat – it’s also weighted by memory. Take LaMelo’s new chain. Basketball’s most anticipated rookie celebrated draft day with a diamond “number one” necklace. For better or worse, Melo’s purchase is embedded with expectation. The item will represent failed potential or a showy pitstop on the path to glory. 

A lifelong hoops fan, Jason relishes these moments. He’s been commemorating player milestones for two decades. In 2016, the NBA asked him to surprise the late Kobe Bryant for his retirement. Jason crafted a set of rings lavish enough to impress someone worth $600 million. 

The dazzling gift, also given to Vanessa, is set with five large diamonds – one for each championship. It holds an additional 20 rocks for every year in the league. Both sides contain Kobe’s jersey numbers and key career dates. The ring also contains snakeskin in tribute to his Black Mamba alias.

“It was amazing for me to have the opportunity to do that,” Jason reflects. “And it’s funny because I saw for the first time the video of him getting the ring just two days ago. I guess there is a video that exists out there on YouTube or somewhere that shows him opening the box, getting the ring and seeing his reaction. That was really cool.”  

Yes, the footage exists. Kobe seems genuinely taken by the gift. He gasps, and barely sits down before standing to tear the box open. Bryant recites “wow” several times as Lakers owner Jeanie Buss looks on, close to tears.

Keep reading here.

Championship Diamonds- Jason Of Beverly Hills

I had a blast writing this and I love the way it’s laid out. I’m also glad I tracked down one of the key players behind NBA Championship jewellery. Jason, as you can tell by his “of Beverly Hills” alias, is such a character. Who else would have two children also named Jason? This guy.

“Jewellery is a form of communication. It says how we feel about ourselves, who we remember and what we believe. A necklace might convey wealth, religion, marital status or pure, unfettered, fresh to death, wipe me down, swag

No matter what the jewels proclaim, Jason of Beverly Hills loves the conversation. Drake and ASAP Rocky’s favourite iceman, he adorns A-listers, royalty and the mega-rich. Jason’s lockbox includes diamond-encrusted loafers, a $400k iPhone case and the priciest toy car ever made. Basketball, however, is the soul of the operation.

Around half of all active NBA players wear Jason’s product. His reputation for educating rather than fleecing stars means he’s often introduced right after they’re drafted. LeBron, Kevin Durant and Draymond Green all met the jeweller before their first games.  

Financial wisdom aside, players also depend on JBH’s discretion. He’ll produce a disco-ball chain for a draft pick, help surprise their childhood friend or privately commemorate their loved one. JBH will polish the wedding ring – he’ll also appease the side-chick who didn’t get invited.

Jason’s so ingrained in the NBA; he’s learned to interpret the signs of a long career as well an upcoming blowout. Jewellery purchases say more than you’d think.

When a player examines what they’re buying, to learn what separates the VVS from the cubic zirconia – that attention to detail often translates into their wider career. A rookie who’s savvy with diamonds will likely read a sponsorship deal closely or think twice about leasing that third Mercedes. 

Read the full piece here.

New Freelance Work - A Kung Fu/NBA crossover

Animated tiles by my man Steve Duck, I think they look sick.

Animated tiles by my man Steve Duck, I think they look sick.

Damn I have been writing a lot lately. My brain is actually kinda sore. Anyway, I wrote this piece for Homecourt about the time Kareem starred in a Bruce Lee flick. It was actually super interesting to research. Might have to buy Lee’s autobiography next. Read on…

Bruce Lee stepping to Kareem is an event which belongs in your imagination. A basketball martial-arts crossover featuring a seven-foot centre playing a light-sensitive demon is so ridiculous it has no right to exist. I’ve refreshed Wikipedia and taken a cold shower just to double-check I didn’t make it up. And yet, here we are. 

The world’s standalone Kung-Fu fighter duked it out with Jabbar in 1972’s Game of Death. Bruce Lee’s final outing has the storyline of a Nintendo side-scroller. A retired champion pummels his way through a five-story tower looking for his sister. After defeating a dozen black belts, masters of Korean and Filipino traditions, a kicking adept and a praying-mantis style warrior, Bruce’s final boss is… an NBA champion. Stupid, right? Maybe. But it’s also amazing.   

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For those unaware, Bruce’s fusion of swag and fury cannot be replicated. His tenacious smirk pierces the soul. Lee’s shadowboxing is spiritual communion with God. Watch as he two-steps enemies into submission.  

Tomes have been written about Bruce’s influence. He was the archetype for Goku. Neo mimics his beckoning hand in The Matrix. Lee’s melding of martial art disciplines inspired the UFC. There’s a striking resemblance to *Michael Jackson’s choreography. Even his octave shattering pitch sounds like a Jacko ad-lib. 

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Before Lee’s untimely 1973 death, he spent years training Kareem. They were introduced while the latter was still in college. Abdul-Jabbar was an aikido disciple. A friend suggested he meet Bruce and try his Jeet Kune Do mechanic. 

Read more here.

Round 2 - NBA Photographer Nat Butler

Just like Usher’s Confessions II, Sometimes the sequel is as good as the original.

Part two of me versus famed NBA photographer Nat Butler. We cover the time he met Nelson Mandela and had to move away from the window because of snipers. Also travelling Paris before Magic Johnson's AIDs diagnosis. Read it below.

Within the NBA’s airtight bubble, Mr Butler is one of the few to eyeball this year’s playoffs. Joining a handpicked roster, Nat shoots from a delegated corner. Typically, he’d pace the hardwood like Frank Vogel after a bad foul. This year is different. Butler’s visuals of Tyler Herro overlooked by disembodied avatars are peak 2020. After four decades; Nat has officially seen it all. 

It’s difficult to appreciate everything the New Yorker has witnessed. Magic’s 1987 game-winning skyhook looks like a museum artifact. Nat’s Slam 1996 cover was one of my first magazines. 

Butler shot early games in monochrome because some newspapers didn’t run colour. He’d develop film rolls hoping his single button press captured a nanosecond of action. Nowadays, his visuals are available to a team of editors within seconds. In minutes, they can reach millions. 

Nat typically spends at least eight months with athletes. He’s in the locker room, at the medical centre, in the gym and on the floor. Players don’t censor their conversations because they know Butler. He’s not thirsty. Clout-chasing isn’t in his consciousness. He knows when to put the camera down and when to immortalize the scene. 

“It starts at the top. If you were good with MJ then you were good with the rest of the team. If you’re good with Lebron, then you’re good with everybody else,” he says. 

More jewels here.

NBA Photographer Nat. S Butler

Another interview for the books! I spoke to NBA photographer Nat Butler while he was in hotel lockdown at the league’s playoff facility. Nat was generous enough to share some beautiful HD images and had so many good stories. It’s not often you get to have an hour long conversation with a guy who went to Shaq’s college graduation, knows Michael Jordan and has been to Lebron’s house. Nat’s been around so long that he shot the first basketball magazine I ever bought.

The NBA's Global Talent Search: From Africa to Australia

I wrote this article in partnership with the NBA to document their search for the next international champion. Head of global talent Chris Ebersole was kind enough to fill me in on the details. The league has tapped into recruits including Toni Kukoc, Enes Kanter, Marc Gasol and Joel Embiid. It was also interesting to discover who Ebersole’s favourite player is, what they look for in recruits and how committed they are to giving any person an opportunity. 

“Sport is a human pursuit. The quest for athletic mastery slices through border, regime and financial status. Whether post-soviet parish or emerging megalopolis; talent should be the only obstacle to ballin’. If you’re good, you’re good; no matter where you live. The NBA understands this. Their vast network trains and discovers hoopers from 100+ countries. With eyes on Africa, Asia and Australia, they want to reach every player, in every corner of the map. 

When the talent pool widens, the NBA only gets better. Imagine the court-pummelling contest of a league that fully scours the globe. Bol Bol and Nikola Jokić are just the beginning. There’s a trove of extraordinary swagger and strategy waiting to add horsepower to an already kinetic league. 

Far from an imperialistic crusade; the NBA’s offshore activity is people-first. They pour considerable resources into altering lives off-court. Going pro is merely a potential destination on the express-lane to upskilling mentally, emotionally and physically. NBA camps have reached more than 3000 participants, they also build facilities and support impoverished communities.

With a towering occupational title like “Senior Director of International Basketball Operations and Elite Basketball,” Chris Ebersole knows hoops. He commands a squad which consults in every major league and demographic you can think of. 

Like asking a cobbler about shoes or a cop about crime, when you speak to the head of the world’s leading basketball network, you have to ask: What makes a player good enough for the NBA?” 

Full article here

Time for some fun: Dennis Rodman's Wrestling career

From reporting on murder trials to selling mosquito repellent, I’ve written copy about almost everything. This time around; I decided to dabble in something humorous. Pieces like this enable me to be as creative as I want, so I had lot fun.

Behold: A dive into Chicago Bulls forward Dennis Rodman’s wrestling career for Homecourt magazine.

“Dennis “The Worm” Rodman. Hair-dye vanguard, party-monster, and U.S diplomat. A true radical. More defence than cybersecurity, more arms than Shiva, Rodman was unrelenting. Rebounding was his lifework. The Worm’s tattooed physique assaulted every pocket of the court. Forever energized, the Bulls forward furiously exercised post-game. Dennis’ double-helix is different. When The Last Dance revisits his WCW appearance, nothing feels impossible. Number 91 is the most vibrant human being named Dennis. Who else skips training for a TV brawl, neck-deep in the run for an NBA championship? Rodman’s side-hustle makes uncanny sense. He already acted, looked and trash-talked like a ringside beefcake. Rodzilla was snatching mics and kicking camera-men before it was part of the gig. It would be stretching the spandex to insinuate his wrestling was masterful; but god it was entertaining.

Full piece here.

More Words: An interview with LA Laker Robert Sacre

I’ve been pretty productive with the ol’ writing this month, and fingers crossed that may continue. I love this stuff.

Like everyone, I’m always intrigued by the underdog as well as those who have shaped their own untraditional career path. For this reason; I decided to focus on the professional benchwarmer for my latest basketball article. Those who play among the elite, but with none of the glory, fan love or respect. The worst of the best, if you will.

My choice had to be Robert Sacre. He became a fan favourite during his tenure with the Lakers and was permanently seen with a smile etched on his face. Sacre was a true rarity, where others may have become bitter, he remained good-humoured and stumbled upon his own kind of gratitude.

As a bonus, he was a cool guy on the phone with none of the usual ego which often comes when interviewing athletes, celebrities etc.

Former Laker Robert Sacre knows the struggle. Despite audience “MVP” chants at the free-throw line, Sacre was never an NBA Champion. There was no parade when he quit, no bronze statue cast, no jersey retired. Robert had limited minutes, never averaged over six points and was in the starting line-up just once during his final year. 

Surprisingly, Bobby’s grateful for his good fortune. Think about it. Being an NBA bench-sitter is still the best job in the world. A million dollars to train with the basketball pantheon? Sign me up. During four seasons, Robert even developed a “cool relationship” with Kobe (RIP.) He’s a lucky guy. It didn’t come easy though. 

Despite a lifetime of training, the lofty center barely skirted through. He was chosen 60th in the 2012 draft. You’d think a national star plus the son of an NFL player and a college basketballer, would be a shoo-in. But Sacre’s cognizant of how rare it is to ball with the greats. 

“Man, I’m blessed,” he stresses. “You’ve gotta have that mindset, no matter what. I learned a lot going in the NBA, even though I wasn’t always playing, just talking with hall-of-famers.”

Full piece over here.

E-sports and pro NBA2K gamers, Feature

It’s day 3005 of quarantine. Interstate players are pummelling your outmatched squad. The rival set floated two uncontested jumpers, plucked a steal and posterized your star. Coach benched you for verbally flaying your teammates. The GM is a microsecond from stress-induced hernia. While you scan the animated screen for salvation, fans fiercely lament last year’s defeat. As Esports inch closer to sweat-stained reality, the NBA2K League nears main stage.

On Basketball Cards, Homecourt Mag

On Basketball Cards, Homecourt Mag

Yep, it’s been a while. I took some time off creative writing, while focusing on photography, but I'm back with a new article for the 90s kids out there, and feeling good about it. Banner image by Steve Duck, and published over at Homecourt in full.

Before you could serve Pau Gasol $200 for a shout-out, ‘90s kids stockpiled pictures of basketball players made from cardboard, plastic and ink. Tear open a dazzling foil packet, inhale the fresh scent of chemical print, and you’d possess juvenile hard currency. You could score a “rare” holographic Michael Jordan card. You might also get jumped for being too showy with the loot. Pre-internet, b-ball collectibles were the youth stock market, and teen investors were all in.

Sports cards were devised way back in the 1900s. Cigarettes came with collectible inserts to forge brand loyalty (as if nicotine wasn’t enough). Cards often had facts about the player on the back, which perhaps birthed the modern day stat-head. In an era when people couldn't afford books and the internet sounded like an abstract fishing device, trading cards were dubbed “The Working Man's Encyclopedia.”