Faces I love
Outdoor-Sour-Sherbert-Guriella-OG-Blue Planet-Jon Snow
A garden in the middle of the city.
God is good.
A St. Heron event.
Followed by tacos.
Shinobi Sentiment: Closure
I lived in Silverlake for 6 years and this place has been vacant the entire time (still is!). I walked past it countless times. Sometimes stumbled by it after midnight. Beautifully empty.
I’ve moved on from Silverlake. I spent my mid-late 20s with my neighbor frequenting dive bars and doing dance-hall YouTube moves on the way home. It served its purpose.
I’ve got fond memories of Sunset.
Years later, my little desolate building…still desolate, in this now trendy neighborhood. Closure in the form of urban x and my Nikon.
A Member of the Commonwealth Collective
Only as an adult have I learned that intimacy can be present in something as simple as touch.
Another day in K town. Krista working on her project (Foreigners Wanted), finding wildflowers in the middle of Los Angeles, trespassing (again), and watching the sky combine into cotton candy on fire.
Sunday's are my favorite day.
As a SoCal girl and all around proud Californian, I'm slightly embarrassed that I didn't actually step foot in Northen California till my late 20s. I must say my introduction set the bar.
Home of the Black Panthers, Golden State Warriors, and Oscar Grant.
I joke that NorCal-and more specifically Oakland- has this conscious spirit that LA lacks.
These pictures are a combination of events:
1. Life is Living, an event put on to celebrate the legacy of the Black Panthers.
2.Bottoms Up Community Garden: A grass-roots community-run garden in the "food desert of Oakland California.
3. Heiro Day: An Oakland Hip-Hop festival put on by renown rap group Hieroglyphics.
4. Oscar Grant III: A 22-year-old African-American man who was fatally shot and murdered in the early morning hours of New Year's Day 2009 by BART Police officer Johannes Mehserle in Oakland, California. There is celebration of life and remembrance for this father, son, friend, lover, cousin.
This was my first trip to Central America (excited is an understatement). Nestled between Colombia and Costa Rica, Panama is low key the straight edge cousin of the two. They have a huge responsibility (the Canal) and order is maintained with cops two to a bike with AK-47s, but they're not really here for murdering unarmed Black teens. It took a little getting used to at first, seeing militarized police-as a Black American-is terrifying.
Indigenous, Caribbean, Afro, and Spanish/White make up this country. The humidity is gooey, but my skin felt and looked great, ha! I ate at the fish market damn near every day. Served with fried plantains, its Panamanian "fish, and chips". The fresh seafood was delicious and caught the day of.
I got an incredible tour of Panama from a Panamanian of West Indian descent whose family was brought over to work on the Canal. They lived on the English speaking/US side with their own thriving community that ended when ownership of the Canal transferred back to the government of Panama. Areas that once belonged to the West Indians were taken by the government and are currently being sold to developers for their lucrative locations along the water.
Maybe I'll get into detail about this in a blog, but the foundations are laid to gentrify an entire country. I'll be heading back soon, it'll be interesting to see the difference in just a few years.
That’s just my mind working, anyhoo, enjoy this visual trip!
I’m working on sumthin…It’s about Thailand. Until I finish it enjoy these photos.
I left my camera charger at home and really wanted to conserve my battery for Viet. So most of the photos taken from Thailand were on the Celly. I kept it short. And I’ll explain when I finish that “sumthin” I chatted about in that first sentence.
I'm humbled and fortunate to have met so many people from different areas of the world. More importantly, invited into their homes with open arms to eat delicious food, and drink strong coffee. In these intimate moments, interpersonal relationships are sown. One such, a client and now dear friend, described her city and country in such a way that I had to see it for myself.
I looooooovvvvvveeeeeed Vietnam. And Danang will always hold a special place in my heart. I arrived in Danang about a week before Tet and spent the New Year in Saigon. The scooter is the mode of transportation in Vietnam, and Danang was no exception (#ScooterGameRidiculous). It's a dreamy little beach town known for its bridges (the bridge spits fire fam!) that clears out the closer it gets to Tet. Scooters are packed with gifts to bring home to family in city's hours away through curvy terrain and overcast conditions I almost ruined my camera trying to capture.
I was in Vietnam during a sacred time, Vietnam's own celebration of Lunar New Year. A time to cleanse. Venerate the ancestors and other familial relations. I can't describe it, and wouldn't do it justice. Enjoy this 3 part visual series.
After Danang, we headed to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) to celebrate Lunar New Year/Tet. I also went to visit my dear childhood friend Hillary. She basically moved to Vietnam because she (a) had to pay off her student loans & (b) they didn't tax...she got to keep her money honey.
Hillary is international. She's spent the bulk of her adulthood abroad and has been living in Viet for over a year when I stopped in. She has COUNTLESS stories of being Black in non-Black spaces. Maybe one day I'll share those with you (; Anyhoooo...she organized all the Black people in her city and created "Black in Saigon". Throwing a special happy hour just for us!
It was glorious. I was starved for Melanin after feeling a bit lonely & sometimes uncomfortable in Thailand (still ruminating on how to visually share that feeling...will add a link soon).
Through Hillary's Black in Saigon, I met Black girls who spoke Vietnamese and worked at the Embassy, Soccer players, Nike employee's(whaaattt up LOLA!!!), & Black Diaspora from Belgium to the London town. We flagged down Elliot from the UK after walking home from the Museum, added him on Fb, and had him meet us for rum with some of the US kids....it was a good ass night.
HCMC definitely has a sense of "westernization" that was familiar and comforting. I watched in shock as Voldermort was sworn into office, AND the Women's march in response to it. It was nice to "escape" from the madness of the world and just be present during the Lunar New Year. #SelfCare
Nothing more calming and reflective then practicing walking meditation. Manicured hedges and colorful flowers outline beautifully carved statues. Some are of the Buddha, others dedicated to deities and spirits. Some are ancient, and some are the product of modernity. Visiting these sites ended up being the highlight of my trip. It elevated a physical and visual trip to a spiritual trip.
**For clarification: Pagoda's are a place you go to worship the Buddha & a Temple is where you go to worship or show respect to past/living beings (ex. King/National hero). You can find out more info from the below link for more specifics on the difference between the two.
The Details....I liked the way the gates looked from an angle.
I enjoyed touching the wet stairs and tree branches with my fingertips,
Shades of green soothe me.
Just present to the details.