“I’m fascinated by feminine beauty in its most raw, natural form. I’m interested in studying expressions — of love, affection, intimacy. I enjoy the details: the texture of the skin, each with their own particular constellation of freckles, how they move their lips as they breathe, the subtleties in their gaze, and their mannerisms when, for example, they use their hands to fix their hair. Shooting for me is a certain falling in love.”
Debunking more lies and racist misinformation about black men. Stop the ignorance and start to question why these myths exist in the first place, if not to demonize black men and promote the image of us as inherently criminal and violent and incapable of being educated.
“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”
Literally the opposite of the American world view of “I can only be happy if somebody else has less than me”