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Badaboum… Here starts this piece of a story; a tiny testimony on how you can heal the wounds of being a Man and on top of that be sensitive with an Artiste’s gifts. On how life sometimes brings you opportunities disguised in a casual joke outfit, and how you can surprise yourself way beyond anything you would imagine!
What happens when we, men, are alone with ourselves? What do we feel? How do we act? What about our routines, our rituals? Why do we feel the urge…
Over two years ago, we mentioned Thomas Allen Harris' documentary "Through a Lens Darkly: Black Photographers and the Emergence of a People"; and now the documentary has its US premier next month at the film forum on August 27th.
By Alexander Aplerku, AFROPUNK Contributor…Continue
I was a 13-year-old black girl in Baltimore listening the German industrial metal band, Rammstein. My older brother slipped me their CD, and I replayed songs from the album Sehnsucht exclusively through my headphones—careful to keep the grim, clanging, and completely foreign sounds contained to my ears alone—for fear of being judged. I kindled this smoke screen around most of my life, keeping my interests stashed, my personality sheltered, and my daydreams veiled. I…Continue
The Afrocentric aesthetic has become a cliché within itself. It’s been muffled with defunct and ill-informed iconography and filled to brim with afros, fists and animal prints referenced from overly exhausted templates that expired lifetimes ago. For countless centuries the creative products of Africans have been ornamental to the lives of middle classed Europeans with postcard knowledge of their origins. With our cultural symbols being diluted and simplified to match the drapes…Continue