“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” ~ Alice Walker, The Color Purple
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I’m gonna be honest; I’m not a big fan of Frida Kahlo’s work. That may be because I’m freaked out by unibrows. Yes, I’m superficial….. Even with my aversion to unibrows, I do love this quote from Frida. It’s very inspiring! I spotted this art installation at famed chef/restaurateur Rick Bayless’ restaurant Frontera Grill during […]
When I saw this Mercedes Benz illustration on Kiss My Black Ads, I got a little hype. Talk about cool design that appeals to my right brained self. The imagery alone is stimulating but the brain descriptions read like poetry. Doesn’t seem like much of a cars sales ad but hey! Left Brain– I am […]
So my last trip to NYC was to be the trip that I completed my NYC Analog Portraits series with my Mamiya camera. This trip, I expected to get some GREAT street looks since I would be near Lincoln Center for Fashion Week. Well, long story short is that I got some AMAZING shots & […]
This makes me happy! h/t Scrill Kosby
The fragrance: Sweet The petals: Many & delicate The color: Bright & vibrate The history: Rich & wide spread
Black Magic: Her Hands Black Magic: Her Smile Black Magic: Her Skin Black Magic: Her Being Black Magic: Her Promise Black Magic: Her Love Art Credits: 2010 Tafari Stevenson-Howard Muse: Tamara Rasberry
Where are your heroes, my little Black ones You are the Indian you so disdainfully shoot Not the big bad sheriff on his faggoty white horse You should play run-away-slave Or Mau Mau These are more in line with your history Ask your mothers for a Rap Brown gun Santa just may comply if you […]
Right now, she’s my baby. Tomorrow, she’s my baby. Forever she is mine to care for, love, nurture & hold. I value her playfulness, inquisitiveness & yes sometimes her wild child craziness. She is my daughter. A perfect being in my eye. The spitting images of love between my wife and I. What more can […]
Jíbaro, mi negro lindo De los bosques de caña Caciques de luz Tiempo es una cosa cómica. Jíbaro, my pretty nigga. Father of my yearning for the soil, The land, The earth of my people. Father of the sweet smells of fruit in my mother’s womb, the earth brown of my skin, the thoughts of […]