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Some of my favorites from today’s shoot😌…
you know that part of a Black woman’s thigh in the back that starts to get darker the closer to her ass you get? Yeah.
From August. Hotel sheets and notes from my journey. (Eventually that ink made a huge blotchy mess on the white sheets—sorry hostel!)
Have you ever experience those times when so much is going on that you can’t pick up your pen? I’ve had those times the past few days. Last night I stayed up until 2am playing catchup. My penpal and I call it “retroactive journaling”. I detest review but I’ve learned it’s better to get the words on the page than to rely on “memory” to be refreshed when it comes to remembering the core of your being in a certain place/time.
There are women within us who will need words to draw upon so that our narrative history will be honoured and edifying elements of our souls will be sustained. I refuse to have my lineage rely on hearsay from those who knew of me only what they could tolerate. I will not have my childrens children retelling taudry summaries of the woman others want to see me as becoming. No, I will leave them the hard evidence of my brutal honesty as to what a soulful journey means for purposeful beings.
On another note, I am working towards getting you a Vagabroad LOOKBOOK from this past year. I am in the conceptual phases but hopefully it’ll be out by…January? I’m taking my time.
New journals/cahiers will be in production next week though! Yayyyy!!!