Whether you take a trip to a neighboring city or abroad, travelling broadens so much of your perspective on life. Travelling exposes you to cultures that you couldn’t possibly experience by simply watching television. Not to say that you can’t learn about cultures right in your own backyard but it is a magnificent experience once you venture out.
I’ve always found aspects of myself in others while travelling. Like attracts like, right? Connecting, listening to stories and observing have always made me feel alive. On this trip to New York, I was able to run into quite a few amazing individuals who made my trip worthwhile. Thank you Channing, Daphne, Cindy, Taniel, Irveline, Christiana, Derrel, Krystal, Cynthia, Monisha, Aisha and Ulysses for showing me a good time.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” — Augustine of Hippo
Just a gentle reminder. Happy Monday.
Yesterday, I giddily touched the steps where Carrie Bradshaw’s Manolo’s once gracefully sauntered upon. Nestled in New York’s West Village, 66 Perry Street is a sacred abode for tourist’s and faithful Sex and the City viewer’s. I could not leave without visiting the place Carrie wrote many a post for her column, perched at the windowsill.
Year after year, twenty-something women come to New York City in search of the two L’s: labels and love. – Carrie Bradshaw
Sometimes, the only way I am able to express myself is through art. I articulate my emotions and thoughts visually and through writing because I feel that these are pure forms of self-expression. To be able to channel that expression and to be willing to explore it is a gift. As a result of that exploration and expression, I feel that I possess a sense of purpose.
I do not claim to be an artist in the traditional sense but I have an uncanny connection to art. I’m inspired by others who are gifted artistically. I’m inspired by people who recognize that inspiration is in the everyday insignificant details. They also acknowledge that inspiration requires passion and energy. I’m drawn to individuals that exhibit that intrinsic creative genius. Perhaps that is why I am inspired, and straight cuckoo, for Solange Knowles.
The Atlanta Film Festival literally, in my opinion, saved the best film for last. Directed by Justin Simien, Dear White People takes a comedic approach to serious issues regarding racial identity, sexual preference and relationships.
The feature script for Dear White People follows the events leading up to a race riot a prestigious predominately white university through the perspectives of four very different Black students.
“A satire about being a Black face in a white place.”
illustrations by Lim Heng Swee
One who has finally learned that it is in the nature of objects to come and go without ceasing, rests in detachment and is no longer subject to suffering. —Ashtavakra Gita
I have a problem: I think I’ve grown attached.
Recently, I found myself lamenting to a friend about being alone. I cried about not having anyone. Yes, I have a few friends, but they have husbands and wives and boyfriends and girlfriends and kids and dogs. That’s the sucky part about growing older. Everyone starts pairing up and you’re just crouched in a corner ripping the crust off of stale bread. Or whatever. Maybe you want what they have, maybe you don’t. All that matters is that you’ve become painfully aware of your aloneness as you mature.
So naturally, you try to find someone or something to attach to. You become attached and you want to do everything with that person. That’s not always possible or logical. So what do you do? You smack yourself in the face and say, “Self, get a grip and grow up.” People are not possessions and situations are not permanent.
For Colored Girls Who Could No Longer Stand the Cold. Yes, that was us on Sunday. Me, four girls and 12 colorful polka-dotted balloons.
I really wasn’t sure what to expect when I decided to see six short films directed by women but I was nonetheless excited to support them. As I read the description for each short, I was delighted that the leads were all young girls. Directed by women, starring women. What else did I need to know? And sure enough, I was not disappointed. I was actually pleased beyond what I could expect.
There were two in particular that all I could do to keep myself from giving them a standing O was clapping wildly. The first was ‘Painted Lady’ by Brittany Shyne. It is about a 9-year-old girl getting her first period. First of all, this film could have been shot without any words and any woman would have been mentally transported back to her own experience. A raw and emotional story about development and womanhood through the eyes of a child.
Photo Credit: Brittany Shyne
I have the opportunity to attend the Atlanta Film Festival this year (March 28 – April 6) and I’m so excited about all of the magnificent productions and talented filmmakers! I perused all of the trailers to scope out which films I would see. From the moment I saw the trailer for Beside Still Waters, I knew it would be a hit. Sometimes you just know, you know?
Beside Still Waters
Photo Credit: Courtesy of Storyboard Entertainment
Revolving around themes of nostalgia, youth and friendship, Beside Still Waters tells the tale a young man whose parents die in a car accident. He desperately seeks out his closest friends to help him cope.