So I was asked to do a photo story on something I am passionate about…Well, we all know fashion is something I love, so I thought why not write a fashion post about someone that’s got me hooked on this fashion drug. Yup! My mama. My fashion icon is no supermodel, she is flawed and she is what a heart in a shape of a human being looks like. My fashion icon is someone I call mom, the same woman that sits front row and screams at all my fashion shows. Defying the stereo type of aging, is what my mother does best, the pictures below represents a woman of a 21st century, a woman with class, style and a woman that knows, looking good is a form of good manners. Capturing my mother’s outfit of the day makes me happy, because she expresses herself through the clothes wrapped around her beautiful African skin and her confidence blossoms like the beautiful Jacaranda trees in spring. A woman with style in my eyes, will forever be young, I celebrate the beauty that is this woman. Style for me, is a permanent crown only a few are born with, so if you have it, embrace it no matter your age. Be authentic in how you dress, this world has got too many photo copies anyway. She taught me how to dress, but I make sure just like her I’m authentic in how I dress. Ok now let’s meet the style icon.
I am no photographer, but there are things that captivate my eye, here’s six things that I don’t mind capturing.
Naledi Mokgele is a final year media practitioner student, majoring in Journalism. She is more of a writer and a talker than a photographer, but believes a good piece is never complete unless accompanied by a well captured moment. But then again I know I am a professional selfie photographer, but lately my Photo Journalism journey has opened my eyes to a world that I have been so blind to, I mean only now I fully grasp the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words”.
Even though I am starting to love taking pictures of everything but, myself of course, talking however is what always brings the journalist in me to come alive. On a lighter note though, if I am not trying to find ways to improve my craft, like doing the experiential training I did at Jacaranda FM, I do a bit of modelling.
Broadcast journalism and investigative journalism are my fields of interest. Oh by the way, do you know I have travelled to New York for modelling and acting, while still juggling school? Pretty awesome right? I know! Well, basically it is safe to say I am a girl that knows the sky is definitely not the limit and that is why I am always constantly trying to get my share of the big Apple. I know I was not born to just exist, I am here to leave a mark, even if it is my 1000 selfies, at least the world will still remember me.
I hope you know that hair is every women’s rightful crown, so please don’t make me feel bad for being comfortable with my own hair. Don’t instil doubts in me, doubts that my hair is not good enough and even in 2016 there’s no room for my big afro.
I hope you know that… My hair is my pride, my hair is my identity, my hair is my human right, my knots are beautiful and my African hair is what makes me proud to be daughter of the African soil.
You teach me self-love, but why should I love myself with conditions? Why is my hair an issue? How does it disturb your peace? It took me a long time to accept my natural hair, to feel beautiful with my natural hair, I will not let anyone to tell me otherwise. I am not your expectations, I am the soul that lives within.
“At the turn of the century it is time for us to redefine who we be. You can shave it off like a South African beauty or get in on a lock like Bob Marley, you can rock it straight like Oprah Winfrey. If it is not what’s on your head, it’s what’s underneath and say hey hey I am not my hair” India Arie_I am not my hair
Black child you are beautiful don’t let them tell you otherwise.