I didn’t realize the beauty of South Central until I left the country for some time.
I didn’t realize the beauty of South Central until I left the country for some time.
(Source: dethrone-the-king)
Bessie Coleman (1892-1926) was the first African American woman to earn an aviator’s license. Unable to find anyone willing to train a black woman to fly in the US, Bessie learned French so that she could learn to fly in France. She was the first American of any race or gender to earn an international pilot’s license.
Bessie died at age 34 during a test flight for an exhibition in Jacksonville, Florida.
Bessie is profiled in a Smithsonian Channel documentary entitled Black Wings, which is airing this month. An excerpt from the documentary can be seen here. If you are interested in black female pilots, check out the novel Flygirl.
Warrior - Audrey, Assiniboine Nakoda, Wolf Point, Montana
Date unknown, via Montana State University Library
What is wrong with this picture?
By NURIA NET
There are millions of brown children working the streets of Latin America. Shining shoes, selling candy at traffic lights, victims of human trafficking. Some are breadwinners in their families, some are just surviving on their own. But it takes one child who has blond hair and light eyes to make people wake up to this tragic, everyday reality.
Los extraño demás. A todos. No sé qué hacer. Como es que vivir en otro país latinoamericano me hace cuestionar de donde soy y de donde vengo. Cuando me preguntan de dónde soy, no sé cómo responderles. ¿Soy mexicana? ¿Soy Americana? ¿Soy Mexicana-Americana, chicana que diga? A veces pienso que ni soy mexicana ni Americana. Ya somos gente sin cultura, ya mero somos como esos gringos que ni se acuerdan de donde son sus parientes, sus antepasados.
Para que fingir? No somos iguales,
Ni lo seremos. Llevo sangre de villa y zapata en mis venas
Sangre feroz, sangre indígena y de revolución
No soy como tu, ni lo sere.
For over 40 years, Vivian Maier worked as a nanny and spent her free time as a street photographer. Intensely private, she never showed her work to anyone, but left a legacy of over 100,000 negatives. These negatives were discovered by a local historian at an auction house in 2007 and since then her prints have been exhibited at museums from Los Angeles to Oslo. Lanny Silverman, a curator at the Chicago Cultural Centre, believes that “the best of [Vivian’s] work ranks up there with anybody. She covers humanist portraiture and street life, she covers children, she covers abstraction and she does them all with a style that I think digests the history of photography.”
Above are some examples of Vivian’s work. The photo at the top left is a self portrait taken in 1953. Vivian Maier: Street Photographer, the first book of her photography was published in 2011.
Every two weeks, a language disappears.
By MANUEL RUEDA
Did you know about Kulina, the language spoken by just 30 people in the Brazilian Amazon? How about Kiliwa, which is only spoken by 8 indians in Mexico’s Baja California desert?