For her powerful voice.
For her bold lyrics and bold imagery.
For being a voice for the voiceless.
For this quote:
“There’s this youth culture […] it really discards people once they reach a certain age. I actually think that people are so powerful and interesting – women, especially – when they reach my age. We’ve got so much to say, but popular culture is so reductive that we just talk about whether we’ve got wrinkles, or whether we’ve put on weight or lost weight, or whether we’ve changed our hairstyle. I just find that so shallow.” ~Annie Lennox, turning 60.
For being the youngest director working, today.
For breaking down barriers and bypassing glass ceilings.
For showing the world the excellence and potential of young black women.
Because she’s another one repping for weird black girls.
Her melodic, hypnotic voice.
Incredible dance skills.
And unique style.
For dropping dope albums.
Talking lots of shit.
Repping for weird black girls.
And giving zero fucks.
If you’re not in possession of sensitive constitution (that parental advisory is well earned), check out this work of art.
Broke With Expensive Taste
Mr. Holder, I hope that your passing was easy and that you were surrounded by
love, loved ones, art, music, laughter, dance, performance, excellence, elegance, peace and more.
Your legacy is large. I will share it with all who will listen so that it may carry on.
Wishing his partner in all things, Carmen, endurance and strength.
And his son, Leo, with whom he had his last dance.
A pause to ponder natural beauty.
A childhood wonder held onto into adulthood.
Their changing colors.
Their bright, crinkled texture.
An ombre path from solid to multi-hued.
A mental snapshot around which to center oneself when too many ideas
and dreams threaten
One leaf. Two leaves. Three leaves….