My favorite lube to jerk off with is the tears of white people……
Aphotic Occurrences
i stay woke
Avery Gilbert III
Portlander for 3 years
I met Avery at the Everett Street Lofts during the First Thursday Arts Walk in the Pearl. Avery is an artist, guitar composer, caretaker, and student at PNCA.
(via cantmakeyoucarebutaware)
(Source: upnorthtrips, via nomad8)
A young man in a local bakery in Kampala, Uganda, preparing bread for the oven. (Photography by Ahmad Mahmoud)
(via dynamicafrica)
Mickalene Thomas, Portrait of Marie Sitting in Black and White, 2012
(via blackcontemporaryart)
(Source: nativefunkk, via nomad8)
“In the 1980’s, Mathieu Kerekou, president of Benin, was inspired by Marxist-Leninist ideology to try to eradicate the ancestral “opium of the people.” he believed it’s traditions to be incompatible with a modern state. the people of Benin tell how the vodun fled to the bush to hide. but, in 1986, when the followers of Shango came out of hiding. a wind more violent than anyone had ever seen devastated the country’s main port, Cotonou, tearing the roofs off houses and knocking down the half-built walls found throughout the city as if they were made of straw. the people of Benin were seized with terror, including the khaki-wearing Maoist civil servants espousing the new theories of eclectic materialism. the babalawos (masters of the secret) came out the bush, the musicians left the sacred grove, and the gods began to dance once more.
the communist leadership attacked the heart and soul of the Yoruba with all the arguments at their command. they wanted to “fight against obscurantism and retrograde practices.” Certain rites were simply too expensive, they claimed, and were a shameful exploitation of the poor. but the babalawos are not also called “masters of the night” for nothing. one fine night in 1990, the people of Benin gathered together in joyous crowds to take the statue of Lenin to the port, where it was put on a ship to be taken back to Russia. as they did so, they sang, “Lenin, you are a bad boy, go home to your parents!”
-excerpt from African Gods: Contemporary Rituals and Beliefs by Anne Stamm and Pierre Saulnier, photos by Daniel Laine
J. Lorand Matory discusses African Inspired Religions
Maïmouna Patrizia Guerresi
As a photographer, sculptor, and installation artist, ‘Maïmouna’ Patrizia Guerresi reveals unique and authentic sensibilities in her narration of the beauty and subtleties of racial diversity and multiculturalism. Over an established career, she has developed her own symbolism, which combines cosmological and ancestral traditions belonging to various European, African, and Asian cultures. Her personal commitment to Baifall Sufism has led her to produce an aesthetic that is able to bridge time, space and civilisations, as well as figuration and abstraction.
The human body is seen as the nucleus and temple of the soul, a place that houses a delicate, higher awareness; the very conduit for encompassing natural and cosmic forces. More about mysticism than any singular religion, her work is visionary in that it restores those elusive qualities of sacredness and unity in our frequently dehumanising and fragmented contemporary visual world. Her classic iconographic style explores the universality of human experience and reclaims the often hidden nurturing powers of feminine energy. Presented as a kind of free flowing epic, the viewer is left to read the significance of her imagery and quietly meditate on its potential to personally engage with its audience. As if her figures were speaking directly to each one of us.
From her earliest experiments with the physicality and archetypal imprinting of the psyche, through to her latest, evermore metaphoric ‘inner constellations’, Maïmouna insists on a cross-cultural discourse and an expansion of the boundaries that normally dictate our individual attitudes. She invites us to see further and to look deeper – past skin colour, preconceptions, and ethnic landscapes – into the wider paradigm of inclusion. She leads us through apparently simple notions of dimensionality into the exquisite, mystical and fragile complexities of life from within. - Rosa Maria Falvo,
(via astrojhon)
What was Brooklyn like in 1974?
Jeans were less skinny and more flare-like, but other than that, you can get a better look at these photos shot by Danny Lyon.
He spent two months in the summer of 1974 shooting daily life in Fort Green, Park Slope, Bushwick, Bedford-stuyvesant, and other neighborhoods.
(via sapphrikah)
(Source: julianahuxtable)
Shantell Martin
(Source: planetvalium, via lord-arkia)
Trinidad and Tobago’s Chief
(via zazazane)
