When my parents first met, my mother was a sheltered native Rhode Islander, a folk-singing hippie; my father was a worldly Vietnam War veteran from Alabama who loved history, theater, and film. Together in Boston, as college students in the early 1970s, they became soul babies in search of a Black new world of immense possibilities and where leisure was a form of resistance to oppressive spatial politics. They were the ultimate flaneur and flaneuse.

The Fun Devil and King James tells this story through photo-performances, found photographs, folklore, archival material, and sound.