You might not have heard, but there’s something special that happens every August in Brooklyn that has caught the attention of music fans, music festival fans, culture vultures and lovers of all forms of individuality. It’s called Afropunk. Or AfroPunk. Or is it AFROPUNK?
Either way, Afropunk is a weekend festival celebrating all things, concepts and people of the African Diaspora that doesn’t quite fit in with the popular narrative of what it means to be someone of African descent in this topsy turvy world. And although it began as a small community event, it has grown into a global sensation. This year alone, Afropunk will take place on 3 different continents for the first time: North America (Brooklyn, Atlanta), Europe (Paris, London), and Africa (Johannesburg). The Johannesburg show is a new addition to the rotation, and just as London had their first show last year, hopefully, the Jo’burg event will become a permanent part of the Afropunk community.
This year was my first venture out to the festival, and although I only attended on Saturday, it was enough to teach me that I wanted to make it a permanent fixture on my social calendar as well.
Rather than bore you with large swathes of text about everything I saw and did, I thought a photo (and video) essay would do the experience better justice. So, save for the captions — you know I can’t resist context — here’s a visual stroll through my day at Afropunk.
As usual, to see a larger version of each image, simply click on the photo and gaze away.