Voodoo to dance to.

WHAT do you think of when you hear the word “voodoo”? Images of pin-saturated dolls and headless chickens come to mind for some, whereas myriad rhythmic possibilities emerge for others. For Helsinki-based guitarist Janne Halonen, drummer Juha Räsänen and bass player Sampo Riskilä, it was definitely the latter. And so, in January 2012 they travelled to Villa Karo, the Finnish-African Cultural Exchange centre in Benin, on a scholarship.

Marc Skvorc has worked in hotels everywhere from Hawaii to Washington, DC. After revolutionising Klaus K he is now running Finland’s most famous hotel, Kämp.

AMERICAN Marc Skvorc has seen much of the world. He has lived and worked everywhere from Saudi Arabia to New York, from London to Florida. But it was in a hotel school in Strasbourg, France where he met his Finnish wife-to-be Mia. After working in hotels across America they moved to Finland. Here Marc transformed the Klaus K hotel, turning it into the country’s first design hotel. But his road didn’t stop there and now he is leading Kämp, the most prestigious hotel in Finland.

You seem to have a very geographically diverse background.

Rock star and revolutionary.

In early January 2011, Ramy Essam was an ordinary student. He studied architecture in a city near Cairo and played guitar, and like many students he was frustrated with his government. By the end of month, however, he was singing to over 100,000 people who had gathered to protest the regime. The moment he stepped on to the stage in Tahrir Square – the student became a revolutionary.

Hip-hop, up close and personal.

SixDegrees sits down with American street photographer Chi Modu, whose exhibition Uncategorized is on display at the Pori Art Museum until 14 September. The show showcases pictures of the biggest icons of the hip-hop movement, including Tupac Shakur, The Notorious B.I.G., Mary J. Blige and Snoop Dogg during the 1990s, before many of them were famous.

Nick Triani keeps his distance from the musical mainstream, making sounds on the fringes.

WEAVING THROUGH the various pieces of dismantled stages and equipment, the scene at Suvilahti is one of a great sigh, as the remnants of this year’s Flow Festival are being swept up and packed away for another year. I turn a corner and am almost run over by an overzealous forklift operator. A sea of broken glass lines the asphalt where the champagne tent once stood. Amidst the chaotic buzzing of people and vehicles all around me, music producer and boss of Soliti Records Nick Triani emerges quietly from a doorway to my right and waves me over.