"the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, the livingroom. That's all I do! This is not what I came to America for. What are the people here like? The doors are all shut, day and night, night and day. Why does the mistress always shout at me? I'm no cook, I'm no cleaning woman!"*
*ousmane sembene
wow, this is quite a sombre subject, i really like the profile and am totally fascinated and inlove with the fabric, and prints; as well as just how cool each type of cloth means something else, and also like worn differently depending on day, duties, and also ages of people throughout the different cultures.
but i think what blows my mind more, is how the 'style' seen from a designer's perspective will warrant consumers to pay in sane amounts of money for a dress, t-shirt, or whatever else is on the shelf just because it has some fabric impression of 'African-ness' in it.
I'm undecided on the idea of Afrikan-ness. It's always spoken of as something rather tangible. Something that can be removed, replaced and transplanted from one to another. I struggle with the idea of portable essence. [Essence via USB port].
The title Makhaya. What's that say? The black?
its just "the black". its a movie title and it always left like this. in english though its called "the black girl". dont know why they leave it out in french. anyway, its a brilliant movie by one of the best directors in the world: ousmane sembene
Captivating. It seems expression-less yet it transmits so much. You cannot extricate the Afrikan-ness from that shadow...
thank you.
