What happened to James Spooner?!

I have a very distinct memory, from the summer between my third and last year of college. I had spent enough time at BU to know that New York was the only city I could ever live in, and I had the habit of riding my bike (which I got for $35 at the East Village Flea Market!) all over the city, trying to absorb as much as I could before I had to return to Boston in the fall. On this specific day, I had taken a ride uptown to the NYPL Countee Cullen branch for the Imagenation Africa Diaspora Film Festival. Needless to say, none of my friends wanted to accompany me, so I was alone. It was an unforgivably humid day, which is a waking nightmare for the curly haired, and my sweat kept causing my horn rimmed glasses to slide down my nose. I was wearing my uniform at the time: over sized jeans, a band t-shirt, and slip on vans. I locked my bike, took a few gulps of my water, and walked in. I was greeted by a lanky dude, in neon colors, who handed me a flyer, "Hey, thanks for coming out, my film is going to be showing today, you should come check it out". And that is how I first came across James Spooner.
His film AfroPunk: The Rock'n'Roll Nigger Experience, was the film I had come to see. And I fell in love with it instantly and permanently. Maybe it was because I was the only black girl in all of my classes, or because the Boston Indie scene was completely whitewashed at the time, or because I could understand how unaccepting the Black community can be when you are different, shit it might even had something to do with the random footage of HR from Bad Brains sitting in a grassy park; anyway for whatever reason, I was hooked. I would spend the next few years going to as many of the afropunk events, shows and screenings as I could. But then something happened. James Spooner got strange.
It started with his next film, which was not a documentary, White Lies, Black Sheep. Did anyone even see this film? I know I did not. I've seen enough tales of assimilation, thank you very much. Then I started spotting him at Fort Greene park on Sundays in Hospital scrubs. And suddenly he was the darling of the New York Times . Let's not forget his move to L.A. And really, who, when given the option between NYC and any other city in America, chooses the other city? Apparently James Spooner does. And now, there are no more films, just corporate sponsorship and he is making and selling conversion bikes? What happened to James Spooner? He used to be so rad, a spokesperson for a sub-culture, now he's just another sellout. He had a moment of glory and it has been downhill ever since.