Most of these images are created by the amazing Nigerian brother, Laolu Senbanjo. His work is so dope. Regardless, I love tribal paint. It is commanding and against the grain. It invokes the energy of powerful African warriors, tribeswomen and tribesmen and the creativity and adaptability of Diasporans across the globe. Decorative, intriguing, and downright sexy, tribal paint has been a muse-like turn-on of mine for years. I digitally collect many of these images on Pinterest, but wanted to take a moment to express my appreciation for the art form – on Nubian Core. -Dubaku
I was obsessed with Grace Jones in the 80’s, particularly after watching A View to a Kill and Conan the Destroyer. BUT, living in a Bible belt world I began to actually look down on her art and freedom – which at the time was labeled everything from a whore, to irresponsible, to a sell-out. Some of that fell off with her depiction of the Queen in Shaka Zulu.
As a kid in the 80’s, I watched MTV whenever possible. It helped to better understand the NYC universe. We wanted to be Turbo and Ozone, loved the Jungle Brothers and De La Soul, and wanted to live the nightlife of all the knock-off Studio 54’s (where Grace Jones was once a fixture).
It was vicarious – it was the fantasy… New York had its mystique and it was irreplaceable. It felt good to play our house music cassettes and of course, I could fantasize about Grace Jones all I wanted!
And now, at 71 solar returns , the Taurus, the bull, Grace Jones is still on fire – fresh, flirty, and fine. I’m still celebrating this ground-shaking Jamaican born beauty. And, who can forget the legendary Strange’ birthing the perfume bottle in Boomerang – or resist the pussy, pussy, pussy call – classic. #naturistvibe
I see you. I need you. Quench my thirst. Spark my fire and inspire my verse. Cause me to let out the lion’s roar …with your name in the growl. The sweet Goddess. I need my Muse. Awaken my spirit and give me strength with your attentive Beauty. Demand that I stand strong in the winds of change and in the dull moments, pull the inventive fire from my gut. And I will demonstrate the potency of your power (womb)manifested through art. The world will soon recognize the impenetrable nature of our existence and part like black sea. Allowing space for you and me. We create naturally.