Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ginormous Afro Glory?
Okay, this is really dumb, but I said I'd talk to you about more than just my brooding moody prophetessy stuff, right? And you said you'd stick around, so here goes.
I have a photo shoot next week for David C. Cook in Colorado Springs. And there doing this big honkin' black and white pictures. I always panic when anybody has to take my picture anyway, though you wouldn't know that this week. See, I got a shiny new mac. I always name my computers and this one is blackn'sexy (like me). Ha! I told my friend Mark that and he said I need to get saved all over again from scratch. But I digress. So, blackn'sexy comes with this built in camera and I obsess when I'm avoiding finishing Zora and Nicky and take brooding moody photos of myself using all kinds of special effects. And then I send them to people. Mostly Steve and Lisa. And Heather. Those poor people. I also subject my myspace page people to them. Okay, and yes, I took the new picture for my profile here, and you gotta admit, that's the coolest author photo ever. Anyway, here's the question.
Afro or no?
Now if you don't know this, and maybe you don't, Zora and Nicky is a book about race. There, I said it. And it's a book about race that's contemporary. No, we don't get the comfortable time period distance historical books about race gives us. We have to look at our foulness right here and now. And there is foulness, beloved. I had to confront my own, and sadly it was there. Anyway, I'm going to be hanging around Hotlanta in July at the Internation Christian Retail Show, Lord willing, in July, with this HUGE black and white photo of me, and me and my friend Mary thought it would be really cool if I wear my afro because that's totally how I wear my hair almost every day. And wouldn't that just be cool since I'm one of a handful of black people in CBA anyway.
However, and this is a big however, nobody takes my picture with the exception of me, now, and post it--like four feet tall--in a booth. I'm not sure if afros translate as well when photographed. It's not like I'm Angela Davis and this is 1975. I have enough vanity to want to look pretty cute! What if it's windy? What if the fro decides to be unruly that day? Afros don't always play nice. They're like me. They can just not cooperate sometimes. What if my afro is an afNO that day???
I was going to get some cooperative braids, although in general, I so am not feeling synthetic, or worse, somebody else's hair woven onto my head, though I gotta admit, it looks nice on sistahs. And it is cultural. I can still represent! Be all black and proud, just like James Brown, God rest him, said. Sayin' it loud!
I'm black and I'm proud!
Whooooo! That was fun. We're gonna miss you, godfather of soul.
Not that I need a hair style to feel good about who I am.
I don't know. I don't have long to think about this. So, at the top is this picture of me out in the wind today in all my ginormous afro glory.
And this is me in my room with my retro militant black power afro pick. So, what do you think? Afro Sheen Queen? Or some other time, raga? And listen, don't think if you don't say afro it's some kind of sell-out thing. Personally, I'm leaning toward the braids. My hair isn't trimmed or anything, and I'm really trying to let it grow. The picture is worth a thousand words, as they say. Again, what say ye?
Posted by ragamuffin diva at 5:58 PM