Anyone staring at my face framed in the little window at that moment would have glimpsed a man filled with shadows of an absent presence. Amidst old Europe one is awash in the idea of America as a new fatherland.
When I was younger I took the body for granted; it was just “there” and would always supply the same predictable access to the world. Because it was eternal, it could be abused more generously.
When it's clear that no matter how hard we plan, there's only so much we can really control, the concept of beauty—no matter how illusory it might be—becomes particularly potent.
It was called the Parsley Massacre because the Dominican border guards would conduct a linguistic test of all dark-skinned people to see who was Haitian, asking the people to pronounce the word perejil (Spanish for parsley).
Presenting "Visitors" - an original mix from Old Money and Lamin Fofana with nods to black secret technology, ancient civilizations, Haile Selassie, and various strands of diasporic influences, all funneled through hard, 4th world electronics.
To a privileged tourist from the north, Cuba’s apparent reciprocity, simplicity, and warmth seem like enviable qualities that are missing from our own lives. But will the country's increasingly aggressive quest for dollars throw Cuba into the global marketplace and obliterate its alluring difference?
Bail Bloc 2.0
Our work on immigration, ICE, borders, and detention
The criminalization of humanitarian aid at the border enacts a fantasy of desolate individuation. Scott Warren’s felony trial reiterates the necessity to keep reaching out.
What would it look like to put a power structure on trial? Interweaving visual narratives of the Mexico–United States border show the uneasy relation between objects and people.
The border’s dream is for undocumented immigrants to be its most reliable missionaries. But the immigrant who crosses the border is the affirmation of a life that transcends it.