This article was written in April 2018 as I joined one of my photographer homies as he shot Atlanta rapper Trouble. This was my experience.
Words by: Jeffrey Lockhart (@jefelockhart)
Photos by: Michael Seegars, Jr. (@thanksmike)
It was a Saturday and I was in Atlanta for work this weekend. My boy Nate (@NateShuls) was scheduled to shoot Trouble this weekend on behalf of The Fader and took me and my boy Mike (@thanksmike) along. I had actually been listening to the new Trouble album Edgewood heavy so I was excited to go.
We were told to meet Trouble on the West side of Atlanta in The Bluff, where he and his homies were having a block party that day. I’m usually good in any situation and I always enjoy going to hoods in different cities so I was excited. Sidebar, you can always get real vibes in the hoods of every city. When we started pulling up on the street, I knew we were in the right place. “The Hole” was what Trouble and his homies addressed their hangout spot as. We parked and were greeted by Sarah, Trouble’s assistant manager, a tough lady of Asian descent, who looks like she takes no shit. She was super cool though and made sure we were good the whole time. She took us around, introduced us to all of the family and friends. She introduced us to everyone as “the photo team from The Fader.” Of course, I wasn’t there on behalf of The Fader but I just played the part. The first two people we got introduced to were Stacey and Dill, two of Trouble’s closest friends. We were told by them that if we needed anything to let them know.
Typical hood shit was going on at the time; grilling, dice rolling, and weed smoking. A DJ was there spinning mostly Trouble with a few current hits mixed in the rotation. They had even found cones to block off the street to keep people from pulling into the one-way street. After I peeped the scene and realized that it was all love in the air, I felt comfortable. I grew up around shit like this but any time I go to a new hood, you never know what to expect so I kept my eyes on the swivel. Trouble eventually pulled up in his blooded-out Mercedes Truck with Red 26” Forgiatos. He was drenched in Gucci from head to toe, all white, with a few chains and a red-face bust down Presidential Rolex.