At some point, being Black became profitable to anyone and everyone who wasn’t, in fact, Black. — Jack Qu’emi, The Appropriation of Black Culture through White Consumption of Hip Hop, 2014 (via chiquitalucecita)
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. — Anais Nin (via psych-facts)
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OH MY GOD
so many levels
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Black Venus, Philadelphia, 1960
When he was only in his 20s Ernest Cole, a black photographer who stood barely five feet tall, created one of the most harrowing pictorial records of what it was like to be black in apartheid South Africa. He went into exile in 1966, and the next year his work was published in the United States in a book, “House of Bondage,” but his photographs were banned in his homeland where he and his work have remained little known.
London teenagers 1975
When I was really young I wanted to wear red white and blue on the 4th of July like everyone else and then my dad told me I wasn’t allowed to celebrate US independence by wearing those colors because my ancestors were still slaves. To this day I don’t wear red white and blue/the flag and I side eye anyone who does.
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"Explosione Di Fantasia", 1993
Model : Gail O’Neill