The latest bonbon from London’s underground, Last Mango in Paris is the brainchild of wordsmith extraordinaire Shane Solanki who fancies himself an occasional rock star (much like New York’s William Powhida).
In case you haven’t had the pleasure of encountering Shane’s wondrous world before here’s how he likes to describe himself:
Poet, producer, performer, prankster. Indian root, British fruit. Often seen on city horizons, wearing a veil and sprinkling rose petals onto the disenchanted immigrants and disenfranchised locals below.
Check out his blog which has the marvelous byline: “…musings on yoots, fruits, roots and culture.”
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