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Music Mondays!

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It’s Monday. Most people are slumped over mentally tired- mad that it’s not one more day in the weekend ( or wait maybe it’s just me I’m talking about lol) Some of you older blog readers may remember us featuring a brother named Saneyes. France based producer and popular DJ on our blog several times. The first time we featured him, we talked a great deal about his music as well as some music/artists he can’t get enough of. The interview was electric! Why you ask? Well besides blogging about the brothers, my first love is music so when We decided to do a weekly music feature on the blog, he was the first person that came to mind!

On Skype, we talked about our visions for the feature and new music that we came a crossed and loved. I mentioned to him about a few local artists (In Philly ) and he mentioned a French artist who he’s majorly feeling. Overall the chat went well, we both are super hyped and to celebrate I dug in Saneyes archive to find one of my favorite mixs he did back in 2012. The mix ironically is called “Thank God it’s Monday” and it features a lot of our favorite music artists. Take a listen, enjoy it and look out for the for Saneyes music review feature on the last Monday of each month!

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Erick’s Journey : Part One

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Name: Erick

Location: Panama City/Florida

What made you decide to loc your hair?

When I was a kid going from middle school to high school, I was fascinated with locing my hair I don’t know where it came from but I feel it was from a higher source. I started the process when I was in 10th grade but my father felt that it would harm my chances of getting a professional job so he made me cut them after 3 months. In 2000 after I moved to Philadelphia, I started them again. I had them for 3 years. I was going through some changes in my personal life so I cut this set. Afterwards I felt I lost a piece of my confidence not physically but I just didn’t feel right. I started them again and this time, I know I will take my locs with me into the after life.

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Thoughts of Paul Wayne


Now that a new year has begun, you can’t expect different results when you keep doing the same things. You truly have to look within and first be your own critic. You also have to be open to constructive criticism from the circle of people you respect and who lead by positive example. You can even indirectly learn from people who have questionable behavior: You learn not to be like them. When the same issues arise and you are at the epicenter of each, your are obviously the common denominator. It is a moment of truth that you must embrace in order to initiate a positive change in your life. Let this change begin with you!

Enjoy yourself, pamper yourself, treat yourself, amuse yourself, touch yourself and then you will better know yourself and be completely comfortable with yourself. Embrace every teachable moments and set goals. Get out of that comfort zone otherwise known as a rut. You will be surprised of how uplifting it can be when you open yourself up to new experiences. This is what feeds the soul and your soul constantly needs nourishment from various sources.

When all is said and done, the glorious life you choose to live will be your great legacy that will motivate and inspire others for ever!

Have a Blessed New Year!
-Paul Wayne

Hello folks!

Back in November I had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing Erick Cendeno a brother who rode his bike through the Underground Railroad. This interview was very powerful and I was so excited that he shared his journey with us. Here are a few pictures from his trip that took him 33 days to complete. Look out for the interview very soon!

After I wrapped up my shoot in Prospect Park, I was hanging around waiting for my girlfriend who drove down to Brooklyn from Connecticut so we can hang out later that night. I came across this brother here named Tafari. He was at the park too hanging out with his daughter and because of the length of his locs I felt I need to ask him about how long he had them. I smiled warmly held out my hand to introduce myself and told him a little about the blog. His hard express lighten and he told me “29 years” He then began to tell me a story about growing up loc’d and how he remembers the days when it wasn’t so popular. His family was devoted Rastafarians and his whole immediate family wore locs. He said he was judge a lot especially as a young child especially by parents of the neighborhood kids shunning his family because of their hair.  I asked him if he would ever cut his and he told me no. He told that he’s very attached to them, its been with him his whole life pretty much. I was so grateful that he was so open about his loc’d journey, allowing me to take pictures. His cute daughter was so patient while Daddy sat on her bike. They were at the park so his daughter can ride. A few times while we talked, she asked if she can have her bike and finally he let her. While she rode off, he told me I know she’s going to fall (laughing) she’s not a great rider. Sweet :)

Take Care
Nina :)

After I wrapped up my shoot in Prospect Park, I was hanging around waiting for my girlfriend who drove down to Brooklyn from Connecticut so we can hang out later that night. I came across this brother here named Tafari. He was at the park too hanging out with his daughter and because of the length of his locs I felt I need to ask him about how long he had them. I smiled warmly held out my hand to introduce myself and told him a little about the blog. His hard express lighten and he told me “29 years” He then began to tell me a story about growing up loc’d and how he remembers the days when it wasn’t so popular. His family was devoted Rastafarians and his whole immediate family wore locs. He said he was judge a lot especially as a young child especially by parents of the neighborhood kids shunning his family because of their hair.  I asked him if he would ever cut his and he told me no. He told that he’s very attached to them, its been with him his whole life pretty much. I was so grateful that he was so open about his loc’d journey, allowing me to take pictures. His cute daughter was so patient while Daddy sat on her bike. They were at the park so his daughter can ride. A few times while we talked, she asked if she can have her bike and finally he let her. While she rode off, he told me I know she’s going to fall (laughing) she’s not a great rider. Sweet :)

Take Care

Nina :)

elroiphoto:

.RaWI love self-portraits. Not to satisfy narcissistic urges, but as a creative outlet for communication - a different method of articulating myself, or, sometimes, just as a stamp in my visual scrapbook to reflect upon. I think I’m a pretty decent writer but, of course, I’d much rather communicate visually. .RaW is just another visual stamp in my life’s timeline. I’ve been meaning to take more self-portraits, but, unfortunately, I don’t have the creative space I once had,  for my equipment - I’m limited to a dimly lit reading lamp for off-camera lighting. It’s like writing an essay with a dull, stubby wooden pencil, with no eraser.  That’s more than enough though -just have to think a little more.  My locs are actually starting to look like locs now, too. I can at least begin to see what I envision them to grow in to - they’re gaining some more girth and it’s awesome! It’s been 1 year and 5 months, give or take. I just randomly decided to take pictures of them the other night and ended up creating this mini-expose. I wasn’t sure if I was going to publish it or not, but…whatever.Enjoy!.RaW

elroiphoto:

.RaW

I love self-portraits.

Not to satisfy narcissistic urges, but as a creative outlet for communication - a different method of articulating myself, or, sometimes, just as a stamp in my visual scrapbook to reflect upon. 

I think I’m a pretty decent writer but, of course, I’d much rather communicate visually. 

.RaW is just another visual stamp in my life’s timeline. I’ve been meaning to take more self-portraits, but, unfortunately, I don’t have the creative space I once had,  for my equipment - I’m limited to a dimly lit reading lamp for off-camera lighting. It’s like writing an essay with a dull, stubby wooden pencil, with no eraser.  

That’s more than enough though -just have to think a little more.  

My locs are actually starting to look like locs now, too. I can at least begin to see what I envision them to grow in to - they’re gaining some more girth and it’s awesome! It’s been 1 year and 5 months, give or take. 

I just randomly decided to take pictures of them the other night and ended up creating this mini-expose. 

I wasn’t sure if I was going to publish it or not, but…whatever.

Enjoy!

.RaW




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