Musings

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hey. It's been a while, I know. And I lot has happened over these past... two, three years? I walked the grand streets of the Champs-Élysées. Partied with Parisians in the enchanting city, blinded by the allure of romance, beauty and high society. I sipped wine in a diplomat's mansion, went through breakdowns and break ups. I traveled to Otavalo, Ecuador to build a community stove, learned how to salsa and make friendship bracelets. I stumbled my way through all nighters, gambled for the first time and bought my first camera ever. I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. Psych! I certainly don't have the desire to climb the highest freaking mountain in the world. I graduated from GW though. Yeah. That happened. Lately, I've been feeling kind of lost. I'm happy I graduated, but there's always that lingering feeling of uncertainty mixed with restlessness. What's next for me? I'm still trying to figure that out.

Feeling unsure
Olaide

Colored Woman

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The black woman is not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow damned in her soul or lurking behind her eyes. She does not hold that nature somehow has given her a lowdown dirty deal. Zora Neale Hurston wrote similar words in her short essay "How it Feels to Be Colored Me." The photo series sets to redefine the black woman by not binding her to any concrete definition. The photographer illustrates the progressions of the black woman from a person of color defined by physical traits such her clothes, body, and blackness to an individual defined by intangible traits such as her personality and emotion. The subject is developed on as the series continues. In the last photo a face claims the previously pictured material and physical traits.

"I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more of less. No, I do not weep at the world--I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." 

~Zora Neale Hurston.

Photographer: Olaide Ajomagberin
Subject: Enni Aigbomian

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