Sweat. Face paint. Tall hair. Beauty in all its forms.
Afropunk Weekend in BK 2016 was such a beautiful experience, yet again. This was my third year there in a row, and to be honest, I barely paid attention to the performances. I was swept away by the relentless individuality and the style innovations. Everyone in their Sunday's Best (literally). My boyfriend, cousin and I set up our blanket and people watched. Although many connections with others people were made, I feel that the most important connection was us, all of us, to our African roots: expressive style and graceful uniqueness. The sun fed our melanin and we sparkled like stars in the cosmos.
See Afropunk photos by Anthony Gebrehiwot here.