(Source: dadie-akoma, via thunderloveprototype)
(Source: dadie-akoma, via thunderloveprototype)
are really triggering for me because I live in the ghetto
I watch how my neighborhood looks like a modern day plantation
the white institutions of power: CITY HALL, The Police Dept. the Jail
are all so close to the slave quarters: i.e. the project buildings
I watch how…
Stop the violence against trans women! No more young trans women of color murders!
(10 women who were killed in hate crimes. the other 20 are located here.)
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Please send a letter to CeCe while she is in jail. Let her know she has a huge amount of community support and that we are all here for her.
Public Safety Facility
Chrishaun Reed McDonald #2012000296
401 South 4th Avenue
Suite 100
Minneapolis, MN 55415
More info here: http://supportcece.wordpress.com/get-involved/write-cece/
Rotimi Fani-Kayode was born in Lagos, Nigeria in April 1955, the second child of Chief Babaremilekun Adetokunboh Fani-Kayode and Chief Mrs Adia Adunni Fani-Kayode, their third child was Chief Femi Fani-Kayode, a Nigerian politician and who was the former Minister of Aviation for Nigeria.
This prominent Yoruba family moved to Brighton, England, in 1966, after a military coup and the ensuing civil war. Rotimi pursued his secondary education in England where he went to a number of private schools including Brighton college, Seabright College and Millfield then moved to the USA in 1976 to complete his education. He read Fine Arts and Economics, gaining a BA, at Georgetown University, Washington DC and gained an MFA at the Pratt Institute, New York in Fine Arts & Photography. Whilst in New York he became friendly with Robert Mapplethorpe and later admitted to Mapplethorpe’s influence on his work.
He returned to the UK in 1983. He died in a London hospital of a heart attack whilst recovering from an AIDS related illness on the December 12, 1989. At the time of his death, he was living in Brixton, London with his partner and collaborator Alex Hirst.
Although admitting to some influence by Mapplethorpe’s earlier work, Rotimi Fani-Kayode pushed the bounds of his own art much further, exploring sexuality, racism, colonialism and the tensions and conflicts between his homosexuality and his Yoruba upbringing through a series of images in both colour and B/W.
His work is imbued with the subtelty, irony and political and social comment that one would expect from an intelligent and observant black photographer of the late twentieth century. He also contributed much to the artistic debate around HIV and AIDS.
He started to exhibit in 1984 and was involved with nine exhibitions between then and his death at the end of 1989. He has since had his work featured posthumously in many exhibitions and retrospectives. His work has been exhibited in the United Kingdom, France, Austria, Italy, Nigeria, Sweden, Germany, South Africa and US. In 1987 along with Mark Sealy he co-founded AUTOGRAPH ABP and became their first Chair. He was also an active member of The Black Audio Film Collective.
He was a major influence on young black photographers in the late 1980s and 1990s. Following Alex Hirst’s death in 1992 there was some controversy over attribution of his work, a discussion that still continues.
“My identity has been constructed from my own sense of otherness, whether cultural, racial or sexual. The three aspects are not separate within me. Photography is the tool by which I feel most confident in expressing myself. It is photography therefore — Black, African, homosexual photography — which I must use not just as an instrument, but as a weapon if I am to resist attacks on my integrity and, indeed, my existence on my own terms.”
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chiefrockatheafricanhistorian:
dunno about you, but I plan on walking my lions outside for some air.
Gotta get ready.
Put my mud paint on
and pose for that white guy who keeps asking to take a picture of me
I would love to hunt some elephants…
Is why I HATE THE CONCEPT OF PRIVILEGE
It’s not about what you have , or how you got it.
It’s about how me NOT having that means I DIE.
Like In almost every true axis ever discussed when we talk about privilege we mean
LESS LIKELY TO DIE
and when we say privilege instead we make it sound like a bus pass at Disney rather than a death sentence for everyone else
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I have to start off by saying it was a tough decision to make. I’ve never left my my friends and family to embark on a journey to a place where I knew no one. But my world as I knew it was too tiny and there’s…
lmao love this
OMG
GPOY
THIS IS WHAT MALT DOES TO YOU
I FEEL SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO HASN’T DRANK MALT YET
IT’S LIKE… DRUGS
(Source: dirtyluxury)