AFROPUNK is defining culture by the collective creative actions of the individual and the group. It is a safe place, a blank space to freak out in, to construct a new reality, to live your life as you see fit, while making sense of the world around you.
The second Paris AFROPUNK festival came and went. My timeline was flooded with radiant smiles, ‘black girl magic’ hashtags and show-stopping outfits – I was told the atmosphere at Le Trianon was electric.
Missing out on its London leg wasn’t an option. Here are some of the snaps of the wonderful people I took on the day (in between instagramming, Grace Jones stanning and a wobbly two-step).
They say the reckless abandon people feel at these festivals is symptomatic of the spirit of AFROPUNK, and it rubbed off on me – I felt free, respected and safe. A long waist coat I brought to strategically conceal my curves was soon discarded; I was able to move around without feeling self-conscious of a fetishising/judgemental gaze. Do you know how empowering that is?
London showed up and showed out. We were simply able to be ourselves.