This month is for black folks & love.
3 I heart:
Whenever I go to Brooklyn Mecca or Alma and see the dancers, I smile and think about this woman. I attribute all the free-style AfroLatin-centric movements I see at these parties to her. She shed a lot of light on the dances that became a scene. A wonderful way to pay tribute.
My love for Nina was late (compared to my friends) but very strong. I drew on her songs for the majority of my undergrad writing about black(super)women after spending an entire summer with her on the record player.
Uh-uh. Nobody comes close. Hot mess. Queen. New Josephine.