I'm developing a slight obsession with taking my camera along whenever my friends invite me outside. I've always obsessed over how beautiful my friends are and how I've wanted to capture then Teenage Gaze style à la Petra Collins but this nagging voice behind my left ear always insists that no one wants to have their good time stalled by my Canon refusing to focus.
To hell with that nagging voice. I'm going to take after my two favourite Toxic Youth photographers, Moises Arias and Petra Collins, and capture all these moments that would otherwise be poorly immortalised in my moleskins.
So these are my pretty friends, and me praising some ribs, on this wonderful public holiday, Heritage Day, where we joked about Trisha and had real talk about Mike Brown and the misrepresentation of not only women but black women on television.
Ain't you proud of us?
Baby got back.
I wasn't ever here for you.