I'm so excited!! UTCM is one of my favorite fics atm. So I'm happy with the double chapters you gave!
Hi,
Thank you for the compliment regarding UTCM ♡
I am sorry. I have no idea how long this ask has been lingering in my inbox, but I suspect quite a while.
My apologies for not responding.
I have been on hiatus for a long while ( 2 years already?) due to health issues. Covid hit me hard 😔
'Underneath the Crescent Moon' has also been on hiatus for the same reason.
I still have no intention of abandoning it, but I still cannot tell when I will continue again.
I got infected by covid not once, but three times. The first and third infection really assaulted my body. The third happening like a month and a half after the second when my body's defenses were down completely.
Covid chewed me up and spat me out, sort to speak and I am struggling to form a normal functioning human being out of the remains it left behind.
I am still rehabilitating but progress is insanely slow.
I intend to become a bit more active again, but cannot predict the frequency of how often I will be active here.
Memory loss, aphasia and all other excisting brain damamage actually is an author's nightmare.
Sort of losing the ability to write, as in story writing, was like losing a part of my personality. Even though I am relearning it and have started to write again it still feels like a small part of me is still gone forever.
As an author you develop a certain style over time. Like some sort of signature. A way of writing that is you. Defines you. I had to refind it. Relearn it. But it still feels like just a copy of myself. I see me in there, but different. I hope this makes any sense at all. 😅
A continuation like UTCM is a comitment. And on bad days my brain is a mess. To update sporadically is not what I want.
To you and all other fans of UTCM I hope you can bare more patience 🙏 I will return
And I want to implore to everyone:
Please do NOT feed my fic to one of those new AI writing bots as I see people do to unfinished and on hiatus stories 🙏 to have them finished and repost them as their own.
I do not give permission for that.
My story comes from the heart. A real author's heart. I started it and will finish it. If I wanted to, I could have used an AI bot myself. But I want to continue writing it. By using my own mind and not by a robot.
With clothes flying across the room, trying to make each article of clothing land in the target of a rectangle, you rummage through your closet, trying to find the specific piece of your most treasured clothing.
One that meant something special to you.
As you dig through your drawer, trying to find the thick, vintage tee your dad had given you (more like you stole it and never gave it back), your hand finally feels the familiar material that has brought you comfort and lots of compliments if you do say so yourself.
With a proud ‘bingo’ escaping your lips, you’re not surprised that it’s the only shirt you folded and gently put into your suitcase. You looked around your room, finding the hurricane of clothing sprawled out on the floor and your bikini top on your lap shade. Laughing a bit, you drop to your knees and begin to pick up your clothes, stuffing it into the suitcase.
You check the time and see that it’s five minutes to 9 AM and your phone rings on your bedside table, knowing you’re behind schedule. You quickly grab your phone, placing it between your shoulder and your ear, and continue grabbing your clothes.
“Yellow?”
“Honey, quit answering the phone like that.” You take the phone from your shoulder and put it at arms reach before sighing, knowing you should’ve looked at the caller ID.
“Hello, mother. How are you on this fine morning?” Your voice changes from playful to proper tone only to tease her.
“Oh, quit it. I was just calling to see if you were all packed and ready.”
“Yup!” You say confidently, looking around your room as it says otherwise. Obviously, packing wasn’t your greatest talent.
It was your best friend’s parent’s anniversary. Minny has informed you a month ago, knowing that you would procrastinate on packing, and to be fair, she was right. Packing wasn’t your favorite, and she knew that. Aww, my best friend knows me so well.
You and Minny have been best friends since you were 7. You two met at school and were in the same class. Because of the two’s last names being right next to each other on the roll call, you were assigned to sit right next to her. Throughout the years in school, you had always remained close. Sure, you two have met other people and became friends with them, but nothing came as close as the bond you have with her.
It was 20 years of eating at lunch together, never missing a day. Sleepovers. Day and night calls to gossip or vent. Laughs. Petty arguments. Crying over stupid boys and girls that broke your heart. Monthly ‘glo the fuck up’ day. Jogging in the park. Living life. And most importantly, love.
Damn, we’re getting old.
“I’m sad I can’t make it to Dan and Lina’s anniversary trip.” Your mother sighed over the phone.
Yours and Minny’s family had practically become one big family when you both turned 10. With occasional sleepovers and meet ups at the mall, your parents had become really great friends with hers.
“I know, Mom. But you practically see them everyday, so it’s fine. They understand why.” You try reasoning out with her.
“I hope so.” She sighs sadly on the phone, and it makes your heart hurt.
“They do understand. Trust me.”
“I wish you were here-” She immediately cuts off.
“Mom, I can go with you. I don’t have to go on Dan and Lina’s trip. Let me call Minny so I can tell her to not come by.”
“No, no!” You pause. “Please, don’t miss out on having fun for me. I want you to have fun. You deserve it.” You nod, even though she can’t see you. You check the time, and know you’re running out of time to finish packing.
“You deserve it too, Mom.” She doesn’t say anything, but you know she’s smiling on the other side of the call.
“Hey, Mom. I gotta go. Minny is almost here to pick me up, so I just wanna double check everything.”
“Of course, honey. I’ll call Lina later. Say hi to Minny for me. I love you.”
“Will do. I love you too.” The door knocks once you hang up the call. Curses scolding yourself for being so lazy and procrastinating fly from your lips as you get the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” The last person you were expecting was seeing your ex boyfriend on your doorstep with keys in his hand. He wore rust color corduroy pants, a stripe shirt, and a turquoise jacket that’s stitched on the side. His hair was pushed back by his black sunglasses and he was wearing his pearl necklace. You hate to admit that he looks good and can possibly rock anything he wore, and you despised him for that along with other reasons.
“Wow. No, hi or how are you Harry? I’m doing great, thanks for asking.” He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes, walking back to your room to finish packing. “Well, I see you’re still not that great with organizing your time, or your clothes.” You don’t say anything because you really don’t want to speak to him at the moment, or at all. “I’m assuming Minny didn’t tell you.” Your eyes perk up into confusion.
“Minny didn’t tell me what?” You ask, continuing to fold the last pair of clothes.
“She asked me to pick you up. You know, to take you to the lake house.” If it were possible, steam was coming out of your ears. Why hadn’t Minny told you? You huff loudly for Harry to know that you’re clearly annoyed before grabbing your phone and immediately dialing Minny’s number, and waiting for her to pick up.
Harry looks around your room, seeing as things haven't changed with you, and you want to kick him out as soon as you're done talking to Minny.
“Hey, girl! Are you on your way?” Her voice is high and she clearly is not prepared for what you’re about to give her.
“How can you have Harry pick me up? And why didn’t you tell me that you couldn’t pick me up?”
“Clearly, you’re the best at greeting people anymore.” Harry says, leaning against the door frame as he wears a smirk, and you immediately flick him off. He puts his hand on his chest with an exaggerated jaw drop, pretending to be offended.
“I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you, I promise. But my dumbass of a brother decided to come last minute because his plans got cancelled, and so we were all rushing out the door and putting everything in the car.” You hear Minny’s brother, Jackson, say ‘hey!’ and you sigh.
“It’s okay, I understand.” Not wanting to be annoyed anymore, you brush it off.
“I can find someone else to pick me up, no worries.” Harry raises his hands up as if he’s saying ‘I’m literally here to pick you up.’
“No! Just take the ride from Harry. After all, he is staying at the house too.” Your eyes widen.
“What?! Why would you invite him?”
“You know, you’re doing a lot of talking like I’m not here in the room right now.” You mouth ‘shut up’ to him.
“Please, just go with him. We’re almost there anyways and I don’t want you guys to be late because you want to be difficult. Just ride with him. It’s only like a 3 hour drive and you can sleep on the way, and then not talk to him for the rest of the trip.” She persuades.
Minny was always good at persuading people. In college, both of you were commuting from home and didn’t stay at the dorms, so you didn’t know that many people, especially not in the frat or sorority houses. She had convinced her parents that they needed a weekend to get out of the house and take a nice getaway trip, laying out the pros and cons so she can throw a party. And they really thought her pros outweigh the cons.
“Ugh! Okay, fine.”
“Thank you! Love you! Bye!” She gets off the phone quickly, and you turn to Harry.
“Shall we get on the road?” He smiles. You were finally finished with packing and rolled your luggage to the front, ignoring him. He comes out of your room with your bikini top in his hand, and your eyes widen, forgetting to take it from the lampshade. “Think you forgot this.” He holds it up and you snatch it quickly. And you’re both out the door and possibly going on the worst trip.
Two weeks and I’ll be home.
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Two hours down. One more to go.
The entirety of the car ride had been filled with awkwardness and silence. If music hadn’t been playing, you were sure you were going to explode. Harry had asked you if you were alright about a million times or if you were too hot or cold. You kept your responses to a minimum, replying with ‘yeah, I’m good’ or ‘I’m okay’. Harry was gripping the steering wheel so tight, that he was sure his hand would cramp up when he tried to unlatch. The tension and awkwardness was getting to him. He hated that things had ended up like this between the two of you, but he was willing to change that. He wants to change that.
“R. E. D.” He says suddenly after minutes of not talking, and just listening to the sound of the music and the engine of the car.
“Pardon?” You turn to face him.
“C’mon, you don’t remember the game we used to play when we would go on road trips?” He asks hopefully, looking at you quickly before turning his head back on the road.
Of course you remember. Hours on the road with him, going to the next destination when he was on tour or outside of the city to get away from everything, led you both to play road trip games that included saying 3 random letters and finding it on a license plate. It’s what made traveling fun and the hours on the road much more interesting. Especially with Harry.
“Yeah, I remember.” You say softly, not showing emotion.
“Okay, well, start looking.”
“You weren’t very good at this game.” You say, but quickly close your mouth, not realizing that you’re thinking out loud.
And Harry’s surprised. He knows that your comment was a teasing one, and he was worried that he would t get a single sentence out of your mouth without you yelling in his face. “I’m very good at this game!”
“I mean, considering that my board was filled with tallies, then I would think you’re bad at it.” You let out a chuckle and Harry has a big smile on his face, thinking it’ll hurt his cheeks later on.
“You literally gave me impossible letters to work with!”
“They’re license plates, not people’s names!” You tease.
“Just look for R.E.D!” He ends the conversation. Although he didn’t want to, he knew that you’re most likely going to blow up in his face if you two acted like a happy couple again. He knew that you would overthink about the bad things overlapping the good, and you would go back to resenting him.
And he was right.
After he ended the conversation, you were thinking about what could’ve been between you; what could still be if he weren’t an asshole. The laughs and teasing you two had just a minute ago were replaced with deep breaths, not knowing if one of you should say a thing again.
There were only a few cars on the same road for you; going to different places. You wondered if people going on a road trip had the same situation with you and Harry: the sharp tension that can be cut like a knife or wanting to jump out of the car.
You must have blanked out for a while because Harry had gotten off the highway and onto a secluded street that leads to the lake house.
The drive through the woods with high boulders and tall trees had you speechless. You got as close to the window as possible, looking up like you’ve just seen a shooting star. Nature has always been such a fascination to you. You’ve always loved camping trips and hiking; so much that you’re currently an environmental scientist.
You don’t notice with your head practically sticking out the window, but Harry is having such a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He thinks that it’s admirable how passionate you are, especially about nature and animals because it’s rare that people end up doing what they love. And he loves seeing you so passionate about what you love.
The drive surrounded by the forest didn’t take long; about 20 minutes, and Harry had already pulled up into the gravel driveway in front of the lake house.
The famous lake house that Lina and Dan have owned for 30 years; ever since they got married. It was a rather large lake house; able to fit two families of four. With brown wood hammered onto the sides and evergreen border along the windows, the house was generally very comfortable and homey. They had kept renovating throughout the years to keep up with the times changing, and they’re loving how modern it looks as of now, but very welcoming at the same time.
“Well, we’re finally here.” Harry says, cutting off the ignition and getting out of the car. You do the same as well and meet him where the truck is popped open, Harry grabbing his bags. You went to reach for it, but Harry slaps your hand away.
“Hey!”
“Don’t worry about the bags. I got them.”
“Thanks.” You give him a soft smile.
“And besides, you’ve packed for like a month when we’re gonna be here for two weeks, and you were barely able to carry it out of your house.” He teases.
“For a matter of fact, I happen to be very strong.” You cross your arms.
“Okay, whatever you say, Captain.” The pet name slipped out. When you and Harry were together, he started calling you Captain because sometimes you can be so aggressive and demanding, but passionate, that it felt like you were the Captain of the ship, which technically you were. You were always in charge, always right, and always planning everything. Captain just stuck, and he thought it was so perfect for you.
The pet name had definitely startled you. You haven’t heard that name come from his lips in forever. And admittingly, you missed it. But you don’t tell him that, of course.
Harry notices your shock and just smiles instead of pushing it. He instead walks towards the car once his hands are full.
“Hey, Harry?” He could’ve sworn that his head got jumbled up at your call for him because of how fast he turned around.
“Yes?”
“R.E.D.” You pointed towards Minny’s car with a smirk on your face. Harry looks at her license plate and his jaw drops, but you see the corners of his lips turn up.
“How did you-”
“You think I don’t know my best friend’s license plate when she’s had this car for 4 years?” Your smile is amusing and Harry has missed this side from you.
“Well done.” He drops the bags and starts clapping.
“Make sure to mark my tally.” You walk past him and towards the house. Harry turns around, watching you walk. Specifically landing his eyes on your hips and watching them sway like you own the fucking world. It’s endearing and he loves it. He loves how sometimes you can walk the whole universe and own it, but he always loves how you shy away from things and look for reassurance. He loves it.
You don’t turn around because with the smile and hint of blush that crept onto your face, it’s bound to be a disaster if he sees it.
“Aye, aye, Captain.” He chuckles before picking up the bags and following your footsteps.
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The inside of the house was opposite of what it looked like from the outside. While the outside was rustic and dark looking, the inside was light and provided very much needed natural lighting due to the big window that overlooks the lake. Sun shines bright through the window and into the house that it almost hurts to look out, but that’s Mother Nature at her finest.
You head up to your usual bedroom that you claimed when you were younger, having taken trips to this house for so many years that your feet just subconsciously took you to your room.
It remained the same: big window that led to a small balcony, wooden frame bed, and a mattress that is the perfect size and comfort for you. The walls were white, and with the light coming through, it made the room look even bigger.
Usually you and Minny would sleep in the same room, but there were enough rooms so you two can have your own. But there were some nights where you would spend the night with her, and her, you.
You hadn’t noticed Harry following you to your room, but when you hear bags drop onto the floor, you jump and turn around. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to. Thought you heard me following you.”
“No, I didn’t. I was just distracted with my thoughts.”
Harry leans against the door frame and crosses his arms. “What about?” He asks curiously.
“Just… haven’t been here in a while, and I miss it.” He only nods, and it quickly goes back to silence. “Thank you for bringing my bags up.” This time, he smiles.
“Not a problem. Let me know if you need anything else, Captain.” You chuckle.
“Will do.” He leaves your room and shuts the door close, knowing you’d probably want to settle in and change into more lounge clothing.
You sit on your bed, facing the window, and look out at the lake. You don’t know what you’re feeling. Before you saw him today, you would just get mad that you’re thinking about him, but that car ride broke every anger that clung onto your body. It was like your mind naturally reacted to Harry in a way that you couldn’t control. You can control anything else, but not with Harry. You naturally felt a pull towards him, and no matter how much you wanted to cut off the string you couldn’t.
You had definitely missed the feeling of being around him, and that makes you angry. Angry at yourself because he hurt you.
You try not to cry with the thoughts swirling in your head. You take in the beautiful view from your bedroom and tell yourself that you shouldn’t be sad because you’ve got a long trip ahead of you.
As you changed into your lounge clothes, you headed downstairs to greet the family that was just back from the backyard.
“Oh, sweetheart! I’m so happy you’re here!” Lina greets you with a warm hug. Dan does the same, giving you a bear hug.
“Happy anniversary! How are you guys?” You ask the married couple.
“We’re doing great! I’m excited this time has come again! We’ve got so much planned.” You smile at their excitement. They turned to look at each other and you can’t help but admire their love for one another, even after all these years.
Yours and Minny’s parents’ love was like no other. You were pretty blessed to grow up around healthy relationships, and can’t help but feel so fond of the love they have for each other and wanting it for yourself.
“The kids are still outside.” Lina kisses your cheek and Dan pats your shoulder before they head to the kitchen.
You walk through the glass slide door that leads to the stunning view of the water that the sun reflects onto. You take a deep inhale in, breathing in the world’s scent. The outside is such a beauty that some people take it for granted.
“Ahh!” The famous screams come from no other than Minny. “You’re here!” She runs to you and you engulf her into a big and hard hitting hug. Jackson also hugs you and runs his hand on top of your head, messing up your hair.
“Dickhead!” You slap his chest.
“How are you, other little sister?”
“Oh, you know, here.” You say, not knowing what to say, so ‘here’ is usually your backup for not really wanting to say how you feel.
Minny rolls her eyes, knowing you all too well for your liking. “How was the drive?”
“It was…interesting.”
“Well, that’s my cue to go.” Jackson walks back to the house, and leaves Minny and I to talk.
“Was it that bad?” Minny asks worriedly.
“No, it wasn’t bad. It was just awkward and there was tension between us. But then we started playing our famous road trip game and I started teasing him, and ugh! I smiled and laughed a little and I hated it.” You huffed and looked down.
“What, why?”
“I-I don’t know. I just… I was expecting to have the worst trip when he showed up at my doorstep, but my mind is taking over.”
“Your mind or your heart?” Minny tests. You don’t reply. You just look at her, not knowing if she genuinely wanted a response or she was just testing you.
“Why did you invite him?” You ask at the wrong time because you don’t hear the sliding door open, revealing Harry.
“Hey, Minny.” He smiles softly at her and steps out of the house to hug her. Your breath was hitched in your throat, feeling guilty about your question because you didn’t hear him.
“Hey, Harry.” She smiles back and hugs him. Once they let go of their embrace, Harry turns to you.
“If you don’t want me here so bad, then the Captain shall be obeyed.” He teases, but you know that he’s more hurt than what he puts on. He puts on a brave face, but really you see it in his eyes that he’s hurt. You know that your question had hurt him and it was just the wrong timing to ask that.
“I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Didn’t you?” His head turns slightly, knowing he’s trying to keep his annoyance intact. His voice is different and sarcastic. Minny senses the shift of tension, so she breaks it.
“I invited him because he’s been my friend as long as you have, so he’s practically family too. He’s been to every trip as well, and besides, my parents love him.” She places her arm on Harry’s shoulder, and you can’t help but feel like they’re teaming up against you. Harry walks ahead of us and goes inside while you and Minny trail behind him. You know you shouldn’t think of it like that because they’re not, but you feel like such a downer once you found out that Harry was tagging along. “Let’s go in and eat lunch!” Minny changes the subject, feeling like that’s what they really needed. “By the way, which letters did he ask for?” Minny asks.
“R.E.D,” you smile amusingly and roll your eyes, giving your best friend the ‘I know right?’ look. She laughs loudly, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach.
“Well that was an easy win for you.” She says and you nod, before putting an arm around your shoulder, walking inside the house for lunch.
Lina had prepared salad, homemade garlic bread, Brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. Dan had cooked his famous ribs, one that was his specialty ever since he was a young adult. They didn’t want to cook right when they got to the house, so they prepared it beforehand and took it with them.
The six sat down at the table that was set in front of the window. Dan at the end of the table, Lina on his right, Minny right next to Lina, you on the other end, Harry next to you, and Jackson next to Harry. Everyone was loading food on their plates before passing it around or across the table, Lina making sure everyone got one of each.
“Alright, eat up!”
The conversation flowed throughout the table. The parents asked the kids how work was going, to which everyone responded that it was going well.
“Harry, honey, is your mom and sister planning to stay as well?” Lina asks.
Harry clears his throat and wipes his mouth before replying, “they might come at the end of the week—probably the weekend. Gems couldn’t get out of work, so they’ll only stay for a few days.” She nodded and turned to you.
“Has your mother changed her mind? About coming?” She gives you a sympathetic look.
“I don’t think so. She said she would call you later.” Lina smiles at that. Your eyes naturally gravitated towards Harry and he has a confused look on his face looking back at you, but you look down at your plate before picking up your ribs and taking a bite out of them.
You listen to the conversation while you eat; Dan telling the table a story about a cliff diving incident that happened to Lina when they were in Greece, and the whole table was laughing their ass off, even though they’ve heard it a million times; it never gets old.
You finished your rib and set it down on your plate before wiping your hands down, and before you went to wipe your lips, you felt a napkin, one that’s not yours, wipe your cheek. You turn and see Harry trying to get the stained sauce from your skin.
“Thank you.” You say awkwardly once he’s done, and he gives you a smile followed by a chuckle. He didn’t mean to do that. He knew you were a messy eater and it was a habit that he wiped stuff off your face. A habit that worked well for the both of you, like you were a team. A natural born team.
Once everyone was finished with lunch, it was nearing 2 p.m already, and the group decided to split and do whatever they please as they were going to be all together tomorrow and the rest of the trip.
After everyone helped clean up the table and kitchen, you decided to take a nap before watching the sun set for the day.
Your body hit the mattress and soft pillows that made you feel like you were on a cloud. The room was dark, thanks to the thick curtains that hung from the metal rod. The only light that was shown was a strip of it coming from the curtain not being able to close all the way. You snuggled your pillow, happy you’re finally getting some rest after a long day.
When you woke up, it was still light out, but not as sunny as it was prior to your nap. You stretched your limbs out, relieving the feeling of any tense muscles from your sleep, and walked downstairs and to the backyard.
“Good nap?” Harry says from the lawn chair that is set on the grass. You rub your eyes, nodding while closing the sliding door. There’s a vacant seat next to him, and you’re not quite sure if you want to sit next to him or watch the sun disappear when your feet are in the water. “Want to sit here?” He asks as if he read your mind.
“I-”
“I can see that you’re debating if you want to sit next to me or not, so I can leave and you can sit here if you want.” He says, and you feel bad a bit. He already thinks that you don’t want him here, and he’s simply here for Lina and Dan.
“It’s okay. You can stay. I’m just going to go by the water.” He only nods and you walk away.
The water softly hits the shore and you feel the coldness of it hit your feet. It’s refreshing and cooling, hoping it’ll cool down your nerves and your mood.
You cross your arms as you watch the sun slowly begin to set. The fascination you have with the sun is like no other. It reminds you of the feeling of hope and a new beginning; how the sun setting resembles the end of a story, a day. And tomorrow is a new day.
You can’t help but think about your situation with Harry and how it’s hypocritical to be talking about a new story when you’ve been clinging onto his story. You feel a little stressed keeping the grudge and anger towards him bottled up because he hurt you bad, but you’re also still in love with him.
As the sky turned from light to dark, you turned around to go inside, and to see if Harry was still sitting on the chair. But when you’re walking away from the water and towards the house, you see the chair empty, and you don't know why you have a sad feeling in your chest.
It's #LPPSaturday and #BlackLivesMatter ~ Let's celebrate the #Genius of #Prince and #TroyGua 'til the world stops spinning ~ Inspiration: Inspiring #UnderTheCherryMoon • #SupportArt 👉 patreon.com/clublpp • From the webinar series @thepurpleparadigm | Ep. 6 | feat. Susannah Melvoin, St. Paul Peterson, Eric Leeds & Jerome Benton ~ Susannah, in response to Dr. Mauri's comparison of #UTCM to Billy Wilder's Some Like it Hot: "No, I have to say, I know first hand what that was about - 'The Philadelphia Story' is what influenced him." • From 'Banana Skirts and Cherry Moons: Utopic French Myths in Prince's Under the Cherry Moon', by Karen Turman in Spectrum: A Journal on Black Men Vol. 7, No. 2 (Spring 2020), Published By: Indiana University Press Partial Abstract: Paisley Park is in your heart, or perhaps in France? The cinematic aesthetics and themes of [Prince’s second] film reveal a more acute transcription of a Paisley Park utopia defined by freedom of oppression based on class, race, and gender. The film's visuals echo jazz age entertainment reminiscent of performances by the Nicholas Brothers, the Berry Brothers, and Josephine Baker from the 1920s through the 1940s. The French locale adds yet another layer to the equation: during the interwar years, Paris became a haven for Black entertainers, artists, and intellectuals who discovered an almost utopian experience in comparison to the violent racism in the US. This essay examines class, race, and gender in Under the Cherry Moon through comparative analysis of Black writers and entertainers during the Harlem Renaissance and the French fetishization of Black American expatriates. In addition to Josephine Baker's performances and legacy, this study will consider Claude McKay's Banjo (1929), a narrative reevaluating Blackness and contextualizing the ideals of the Harlem Renaissance in the south of France. • #Prince4ever #LePetitPrince #LPPisART #TroyGuaArt #Surrealism #Photography #Sculpture #PopArt #ArtImitatingLifeImitatingArt • 💜👉 https://troygua.com/le-petit-prince https://www.instagram.com/p/COVe2PblOTD/?igshid=1cx3o3oisjd0u
