It's no real secret that I am a proud product of Atlanta, Ga. I love everything about where I'm from. Although I've had my love affairs with LA and Miami and a couple of lustful flings with Las Vegas but nothing compares to home. Then there's that Apple. You know the one that everyone seems to love and get inspiration from. The one that gives hustlers and the super ambitious credence that dreams do come true. The place that you've been told all your life(regardless of where you're from) that it's the greatest city in the world. I'd say before last week it was all hype, but I can say that maybe, just maybe it's not all hype in NYC.
I had originally planned to make it for a really close friend's wedding, but she said "let's do AfroPunk instead". I'm not the combative type, so I booked my flight and bought the ticket all at once. The trip was pretty much the last stop on my mini summer tour and I was kinda tired. I was all over the place on DC. Cancun was interesting and New York was gonna be DC times 4. From the moment I landed and got to the hotel in TriBeCa(thanks to my sister Marie), I was on the move bar hopping in Manhattan. Trendy bars all over, walking through Chinatown as the sweet smell of late night garbage pickup swept through the borough. Awesome so far right? But the vibes in the city were different this time. I visited 6 years before, fresh out of college, so I was looking through different eyes. I wasn't necessarily looking at NYC as a haven of culture and dreams. At the time, it was was just a place to shop. "I can buy supreme here without paying for shipping." I was that kid. I wanted to hit every store and boutique I read about on the blogs. Not only did I not see the city for what it was, I was really just wasn't at a place to appreciate it all. This time around I actually didn't want anything, so I was really allowed to just soak it all in. I was just able to observe.
What I want to highlight really was the reason my close for end wanted me to come int he first place AfroPunk. I caught SZA, Gary Clark Jr(second favorite guitarist next to John Mayer), Kelis, Lenny Kravitz and Lauryn Hill along with one of the more bold, bohemian, futuristic yet vintage, glamourous and vagrant looking crowds I've ever seen. Multiply the creative crowd in Atlanta infinitely and it still would come up a little short. It was inspiring to be around people whom expressed themselves through fashion and art so freely. All the fellas were making Basquiat proud and the ladies were giving praise to Lisa Bonet.
I enjoyed brunch'n in Williamsburg, getting lost on the train, strolling through SoHo, and soaking in the culture at the Brooklyn Museum. Thank you for giving me a little inspiration NYC. And I hope this post can rub off some the infectious inspiration you gave to me.
"You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes...it brought me back to life"