I am officially a senior in college.
Life is coming at me like an 18 wheeler on a highway, and so far I am the deer in headlights debating where to move and which way to go.
People are continuously asking me "what are you going to do once you graduate?" the honest answer is I have no clue. The answer I give is "I'm probably going to go back to NYC and find a job there." The answer I want to give is I want to move to Brazil for a year learn the language and the culture and travel around South and Central America. But, I have no idea how to make that happen.
Until I do, I'm just going to continue telling people I'm moving to NYC.
These beautiful pictures captured again by me wonderfully talented friend Jermaine Jackson and you should check out more of his photography here.
I'm going to keep this really short since it's the first week of classes and I am already overwhelmed with the amount of work I have to do.
So, in short. I loved Afropunk. I loved the people I went with, and I loved getting to see performers I had been wanting to see for a while. I especially loved getting to rage out with other black people who were in to punk, rock, and everything else.
Hair was done by me and both outfits are made entirely by me (with the exception of the sheer shirt).
The only negative thing that about Afropunk is that there was too many white people.
For it being advertised as a black space the amount of white people there was uncomfortable. Being an ally is great but it would also be great of black spaces were respected. Same thing with pride parades. Let people have their space.
Check out the photographer here.
