DJ Ayres

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Bio below is from DJAYRES.COM
Originally from Mississippi, DJ Ayres or Ayres Haxton Jr. as his parents know him, is famous for being the founding father of The Rub, the Brooklyn monthly party that swiftly gained a reputation for being “The Best Party in NYC” (New York Press) back in 2002 and to this day remains one of the staples of NYC nightlife. Combining everything from 80’s pop and disco to house, reggae and hip-hop, The Rub provides “something for everyone, no matter what you’re into,” (resident Cosmo Baker) and in the process helped launch DJ Ayres into worldwide consciousness as one of the best mixtape-making, party dj’s around.

Growing up on a diet of Delta Blues, Miami Bass, alternative rock and hip-hop, Dj Ayres paid dues in the upstate New York town of Poughkeepsie (along with the likes of Mark Ronson and Darshan Jesrani of Metro Area), where he divided his time between scratching in dorm rooms, hosting radio shows, djing at local bars, promoting shows and fulfilling his insatiable appetite for indie hip-hop singles and
mixtapes – a pedigree that has now seen Ayres go on to dj in over 60 cities across the globe with the likes of Ghostface Killah, Public Enemy, The Chemical Brothers, Snoop Dogg, DJ AM, Z-Trip, Diplo, Santogold, Spank Rock, LCD Soundsystem, Justice and countless more.

Further cementing his status as a key player in American club culture is the fact that Ayres has released over 20 remixes, both on his own T&A label (with partner Tittsworth) plus Money Studies, GAMM, ESL, Scion A/V and more. Ayres produced and released more than 40 mix CDs in the last five years, prompting The New York Times to hail him as "one of New York's best mixtape DJs." He cohosts two online radio
shows with The Rub, and continues to play at fundraisers for Barak Obama, Brooklyn Academy of Music, The Families of 911, Tsunami & Katrina survivors and more.

An Assortment

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An assortment of my photos that I thoroughly enjoy and would like to share with you. If you're interested in prints hit me up at Kennyrod@mac.com for pricing.

Christopher George Latore Wallace



R.I.P. BIG
MAY 21, 1972 - MARCH 9, 1997

I miss you,

just a fan,

Kenny Rodriguez

Back To Puerto Rico

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If you know any Puerto Ricans then you know how proud a people we are. I'm no different although I've been somewhat detached from the motherland for some time. 20 years to be exact. Last time I was in Puerto Rico my brother and I went without our parents to stay with our grandparents. He was 16, I was 12 turning 13. Imagine what ensued!

There are many reasons why I hadn't returned. First and probably most significant was that I started playing football and basketball when I got to high school and was consumed by both. During my sophomore year I was playing varsity basketball for a national powerhouse and playing in tournaments around the country when my parents decided to move to Florida. I was 15 turning 16 living in a new town (Orlando) with no friends and only a basketball. Looking back that might've been an opportune time to go back to the island but again I found solace on the basketball court so I practiced, practiced, practiced and prepared for the new team I would have to try out for. When I graduated high school I jetted back up north and moved in with my brother and at that point there was no looking back. Paying bills and rent was a priority and then in 1999 my grandfather died. My grandmother moved to Cleveland to live with my aunt because there was no one to take care of her in P.R. and that became one more reason not to go. When she died in 2007 it became very clear to me that I had to get back to the island at some point but had no real plan or idea as to when that would be. On my 32nd birthday my wife presented me with tickets to Puerto Rico and all those years of pushing it back were now behind me. All the memories of my childhood, my grandparents and the beautiful island came rushing back and at that point a nervousness came over me. All those years that would have to be faced. Relatives to see, questions to answer and graves to visit including the one of one of my closest cousins Celia who died in 1988 of cancer. But then I arrived, a tear fell, I kissed the ground and I knew I was home.

These are some of the photos that I took but I was so into my experience that detaching myself from it to take photos was nearly impossible. I hope you like what I came up with.