Kahn Santori Davison

It usually starts like this- an early morning drive, 24 ounces of coffee, and a random text to my assistant Paula Styer about the wackiest photo idea ever.  I’ll give her credit, she never responds by saying, “Kahn, you’re crazy,”…Read more

    The series of photos known as “Detroit: City of God” actually started one day in 2003 while I was visiting a friend’s church.  It was a rainy day and there were several leaks, the carpet had a bad stench to…Read more

   

    When I chose to write the poems Gardenias (for my grandfather) and Impatiens (for my grandmother); there were many intentional thought processes at work.  I grew up adoring the way my grandmother loved flowers.   I mean this woman…

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What is "Kahn's hip-hop toy box?"  Well it's urban, pop toys, hip-hop action figures and vinyl figures that I decided to put in funny, political, and interesting situations.  Its really nothing more than toy photography with a hip-hop and urban… Read more

My grandfather had story for every situation & obstacle in life.  He constantly used his past experiences to help me (try to) avoid mistakes and guide me.  My grandmother never shared many personal stories.  Most of her parenting was through…Read more

Damon Dash made quite a buzz on the Breakfast Club when he challenged everyone to be their own boss.  Most of what he said was on point but it deeper than just, “not wanting to call another man boss.”



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I remember vividly my pop’s words to a friend who tried to console him at my grandmother’s funeral, “It hurt bad having to burry my daughter but losing my wife is different.  I’ve never went through anything like this.” 
Growing…Read more

    To say I wasn’t quite that athletic as a kid is like saying an elephant isn’t quite that big.  I wasn’t fast, didn’t have the best coordination, bad hands, and a little on the clumsy side.  But hey; I had…Read more

   It’s hard to believe that in 1986 my grandmother found my RUN DMC Raising Hell tape, threw it away, and grounded me.  She was a Christian and anything titled Raising Hell haaad to be bad.  I remember several months later…Read more

Growing up; once a month or so Mr. Martin would come by and check on his house and children next door to us.  He owned the 3 bedroom colonial but allowed his adult children to stay there.  He would pull…Read more

    The June 23, 2014 Time cover story says “Eat Butter”- Scientists labeled fat the enemy.  Why they were wrong.”   Though this is being presented as a new concept; it’s actually been discussed, lectured and written about by cardiologist Dr. William…Read more

           To say I grew up “sheltered” would be like saying an elephant is just a “little’ heavy.  My first 17 years on earth featured 10 grades of Catholic School, no riding my bike past the corner, streetlight curfews, more home…Read more