Photography, video/film development and advertising from the same people who create this magazine – under one roof in Stony Hill, Jamaica. http://first-studio.net/ Tel: +876.756.2893  Read More →

Jamaica loves its tourists. Even in economically strained times, there’s no denying that the tourism industry feeds many people, and in return the industry feeds right back, much to the delight of sunseekers, Reggae enthusiasts, weedhead students... 

Photographed June 2009 in Kingston. This set featuring the beautifully beligerent Jamaican poet, writer and reluctant model is called ‘The Quiet’ for a reason: just try telling Jones to be quiet and you’ll see what we mean.  Read More →

Tonight at Medusa’s the legendary Silverhawk Sound makes a return to the musical landscape. For the uninitiated, Silverhawk was the original mouthpiece for the creative powerhouse team of Steely and Clevie, and one of the first Jamaican sounds... 

There was ‘Reddy’, the lightning-bolt legs, lightbulb-nose, wall-socket ears man.  Read More →

Locked up since last summer after just one screening in Kingston, DiMaggio: The Last Don by the Rickards Bros. has spent more time on a stored hard drive than flickering across the faces of unsuspecting audiences, and for good reason. Besides the fact... 

Expats really live a nice life. Nice house uptown, nice SUV and pretty girls looking for visas. But were you reading Harper’s Magazine in 1861, things would’ve seemed a lot worse… “The title that I have given to this chapter of... 

One of the regular features that appeared in the original format of this magazine was something we called FIRST People. Our subjects came from a wide cross-section of Jamaican society; some famous, some not so famous, but all with something to say on... 

When daggering was classy. Cool down… Source: Vintage Ad Browser  Read More →

  Picture this: You are in this place and all around you are people rocking slowly to the sound of Ken Booth’s version of Everything I Own. All the girls’ man are locked down with their women; then there’s the steppers with their hands cocked...