This year’s Afropunk was the first time I had covered and attended in almost a decade. My fourth — or fifth? — is now in the books.
I spent two days in the sun. I was stupid enough to wear black band t-shirts on both days. By day two, I was a sweaty, exhausted mess with two sore knees, two sore feet and a sore back. My heart was very happy and very full. To be around so many beautiful, joyful and unapologetically Black folk was just what my heart and soul needed.
Be on the lookout for the live music photos shortly. They’ll appear on Musicology.xyz.
Of course, while I was there, I managed to get some quick portraits of some very beautiful and very happy Black people.
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