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Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) dir. Russ Meyer

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Cuba : by Mikael Jansson for Porter Magazine #10 Fall 2015

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Ugbad Abdi By Zoë Ghertner For i-D SS19

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Lupita Nyong'o in Versace Fall/Winter 2019.

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“With My Girls outside our dorms, way back in the day at University of Nigeria, Nsukka.   To the right is one of my closest friends,Chinyere is to the left with her classic Look and Stella had just woken up and didn’t have on her make-up.”

Styling all the way back then

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Congo, Traditional Mangbetu hairstyle called tumburu or edamburu on Mbombio, Chief Mogendo’s principal wife by Eliot Elisofon

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Louis Armstrong serenading his wife, Lucille Wilson, in front of the Great Sphinx of Giza and the Pyramid of Khufu in Giza, Egypt, late 1960 or early 1961 | colourised version of an originally black and white photograph featured in The New York Times in 1961 | credit: AP

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What about the children?

What about the children?

Amidst the violence, the discussions, arguments, town hall meetings, and conferences we often forget them. The children. Our future. I ask myself this every time there’s a conflict between the grown-ups. What about the children? Is anyone thinking about them? I keep asking myself as I view scenes on the news of men “recruiting” children to battle their fights. Does anyone hear their silent pleas?…

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biafra-wacria

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from the Celebration of Blackness series, Carl Pope, 2006

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Fed to the Hyenas

Fed to the Hyenas

By Joanna Abaraoha Imagine being a 12 or 13 year old girl who just started menstruating. Your family congratulates you on entering into womanhood and tells you that it is now time for you to learn how to be a good wife. A few days later you are sent to a man, a “hyena” whose job it is to sexually initiate you; your first sexual encounter is to be ceremonial, without your own consent and…

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Don’t sleep on something that keeps you up at night.

You know those ideas that randomly creep up on you in the middle of night? You find yourself back flat on your bed constantly thinking about it, visualising it. Grab a notebook and write it down. Execute it. There is a reason why you can’t let it go. It was placed on your heart for a reason. Don’t ignore it. Make it a reality. Start somewhere. Start anywhere, as long as you start. 

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This trip ignited my quest to learn about Nigeria and my culture. The photos you see here are taken in my village Otukpa, located in Benue State, Nigeria.

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July 2015 will always be a special month for me. I had the opportunity to travel to Jarabocoa, Dominican Republic as one of the Mobile medical interns for Volunteers Around the Word. My teammates and I traveled to six different communities and provided free medical checkups to over six-hundred patients. With the help of the program's doctors and physicians, we measured vital statistics: blood pressure readings, analysed blood sugar levels, took height and weight measurements and temperature to the patients. Also, we diagnosed and prescribed the necessary medicine the patients needed.

Before I traveled to DR, I didn't know what my purpose was. I just finished my sophomore year in uni. I felt depressed because I thought everyone around me knew what they wanted to do in life but me. I didn't know where to start. Through word of mouth, I heard about Volunteers Around the World and their upcoming trip to Dominican Republic. Something in me told me I had to go. I persuaded my father and he finally agreed. It took a while but he agreed. This was the first time I ever traveled outside the country by myself and I was terrified. Heck, the month before I couldn't even take the bus myself but I knew I had to go. With the help of my friends and family, my trip was paid for. It was time. I didn't know most of my teammates but after the first few days I felt comfortable around them. The first day at the clinic was so much fun. I had scrubs on and I felt legit. I knew this was where God wanted me to be. The program's directors taught me how to check glucose levels and take blood pressure readings. I didn't want the day to end. I met so many beautiful children my heart couldn't take it. I'd walk up to any child and say "hola! cómo está?" Some of them were shy and would walk away but some went on to speak full blown Spanish to me. I would smile and hug them because I barely know any Spanish . (I need to work on that Lol) I tried to take as many pictures I could to truly capture my experience.

This trip made me realize that I was placed on this earth to help people. God has given me the heart and drive and I will do whatever I can to do so. I am so thankful.

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"They don't train you for when the helicopter has lifted off, and suddenly everything is quiet."

(½) “ I don’t think it’s possible to be a medic in a conflict zone and not have something stay with you. Something that you didn’t have before you went. I have the hardest time forgetting this little girl. She was brought to our post one day. Two men ran toward us carrying a bundle of blankets. And they’re yelling in Pashtu. And at first all I can see are these bloody blankets, but then I peel them back, and there’s this little girl inside. She stepped on a landmine while playing soccer and she’s gone below the knee, gone below the elbow, gone below the hand. And everything is seething. And I can smell the flesh. And she’s screaming. But I’m trained to drown it out. I’m trained so well that I almost don’t hear the screaming. I focus on our interventions. Stop the bleeding. Apply tourniquets. Administer the IV. I overdosed her on morphine. I’ll never forget that. I just kept pushing until the screaming stopped. And then a helicopter came and got her. And she lived. And I was fine throughout the whole thing. I was just like a robot. I’d been trained for chaotic situations. But they don’t train you for the aftermath. They don’t train you for when the helicopter has lifted off, and suddenly everything is quiet.”

This hit home

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And thoughts become things |

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