So electrifying. I wish I were alive when he was fighting.
"Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self: in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like the robes of the desert, through which robes one’s nakedness can always be felt, and, sometimes, discerned. This trust in one’s nakedness is all that gives one the power to change one’s robes."
From The Devil Finds Work by James Baldwin
Sounds like a summer night.
"Few things in life are better than eating a giant ripe mango."
Just a few of the books by Nigerian authors launching in 2014 we’re excited for. Check out the full list here!
Reading time! :)))
"The chief trick to making good mistakes is not to hide them — especially not from yourself."
"I have realized that an exile has no place anywhere, because there is no place, because the place where we started to dream, where we discovered the natural world around us, read our first book, loved for the first time, is always the world of our dreams."
Funky as all hell.
Easily one of my favourite Nina Simone tracks. Smooth, sexy, with bite.
"If we consider murder innately unforgivable, we have to ask why we give a prisoner the chance to prove his rehabilitation in front of a parole board every two years after he’s served his minimum sentence. To have his hopes squashed? To punish him even further?"
Sabine Heinlein writes about prisoners’ reactions to her book Among Murderers: Life After Prison for the Paris Review.
If you don’t know, now you know.
Taking Headwraps and Fabrics to a Whole New Level with AD Magazine Russia.
Photographer Olga Volkova Tuponogova-
Stylist: Natalia Obukhov
Model: Keshia Asiedu
Producer: Maria Kuznetsova
Makeup artist: Polina Karpov / MaestroArtExtraordinary
Assistant Photographer: Konstantin Egon
Assistant Stylist: Katerina Konyushenko
All Africa, All the time.
Selita Ebanks for Dannijo. Stylist Kelly Framel was inspired by the photographs of women taken by Malian Seydou Keita, one of my favs. See more photos here.
"The dog is gone. We miss him. When the doorbell rings, no one barks. When we come home late, there is no one waiting for us. We still find his white hairs here and there around the house and on our clothes. We pick them up. We should throw them away. But they are all we have left of him. We don’t throw them away. We have a wild hope—if only we collect enough of them, we will be able to put the dog back together again."
"The Dog Hair" by the ever delightful Lydia Davis.