A Flummoxed Bird

about me: afro-global.
afrique c'est chic. passionately global.
current location: here & on the verge.
about this blog: for all the things that give me pause in this fast moving world.
electronic mail: tosind at gmail dot com.
“…the joker should be charged with the film’s biggest crime: stealing the show”
affirmative.
5 days ago
Marfa Prada, a completely faux store outside of Marfa, TX. It’s in the middle of nowhere. It doesn’t open, you can’t go in and you can’t buy anything.
….very cool.
6 days agoyou can wing it.
it’s very rare for things to go exactly to plan. when they don’t, hey it’s cool. you can wing it. you have enough experience in social, personal, and professional settings to just play it by ear. nothing has to be perfect as long as you give it a shot. you get an A for effort.
today remind yourself: i can wing it.
i can wing it.
1 week ago
in 2005, delphine diallo traveled to st. louis, the capital of senegal, in search of her family heritage. born in paris to senegalese and french parents, diallo undertook the magic photo studio series as a way of exploring the cultural identity of her family and of pushing herself as an artist.
the series is inspired in large part by the work of malick sidibé, who ran a studio in bamako, mali, during the 1960s, producing earnest, straightforward portraits in whimsically painted glass frames, for which he recently received the venice biennale golden lion for lifetime achievement. In her work, diallo compresses pattern and image into a single composition; patterns extracted from the textiles, totemic animals, and plants are brought directly into the image itself and layered on top of the portraits. these techniques are drawn from her background as a graphic designer and illustrator
click: magic studio
1 week ago
the underlying subtext seems to be about the meaning of blackness, the meaning of black as a hue, as a skin tone.
as in, not all black people are dark. as in, black people come in all different shades.
via italian vogue’s “all black” issue
1 week ago
photo via ny times
“inside the cavernous space, a former biscuit factory, two diners stare at their dishes of kofta and doro wat, served in cast-iron pots, and momentarily freeze, as if to say, “what, exactly, did we order?” their dismay is a reflection of the fact that despite new york’s famed culinary diversity, many people are still unsure about what they might be served under the label “african food.”
click: in epicurean new york, the challenge of africa (via ny times)
1 week ago