SD card filled with a proud people. Over-spilling with images of what our version of London looks like, when you give us the space. The permission. It was a good day.
It wasn’t Paris. It couldn’t be. Personally I think there is something in the air over in Paris that brings out the care-free, let me be type vibe that belongs to Afropunk. I don’t know if that exists in London properly. Maybe over time. We are a little too unwilling, slightly closed off for that to exist in full force. (Understandably, Londoners don’t even talk on the tube). I hope we learn over time though.
Meanwhile, Power to the People.