When I set out to make a documentary about black women who are “transitioning” — cutting off their chemically straightened hair and embracing their natural kinky afro texture — I had no intention of appearing in the film. I felt I was an objective observer and really just wanted to highlight a growing movement. (Of the 50 or so women I struck up conversations with randomly on the street, the vast majority had gone natural within the last three years. According to one industry study, sales of chemical straightening kits, which can be harmful, reportedly dropped by 17 percent between 2006 and 2011.) But including my own story forced me to examine how I felt about my hair with more honesty than ever before.
(via Black Women’s Transitions to Natural Hair - NYTimes.com)
Let’s wear that pink. Some more.
The trousers come from the Gap and they are very much a neon pink. Something fun when you want to pretend you are a continental sort. These are trousers that require a sense of humor. My son said that made him think of raspberry macarons. (he calls them, “those tiny pink hamburgers that are sweet.”)
The top comes from Dorothy Perkins. For those times when you want to pretend you are in the movie “Breathless”.
Kinuyo Tanaka. She started out as a silent film actress and had a career that lasted a long time. (she was also a director.)
(Source: kjacqueline, via cwnerd12)
My sister with her big hair and my friend with her fierce fun “uniform” of black. They are domestic and untamed.
(Source: jasietaraevangesen)
It’s Spring. Let’s abandon all of the grey. Like Maggie Prescott said in “Funny Face” Think Pink.
The dress comes from a vintage pattern and was custom-made by a seller on Etsy. The cardigan/bolero was something I found in the clearance racks at Old Navy. Shoes? I will look for those later. Maybe I will wear the new orange espadrilles I bought because there isn’t enough color going on.