Natural Hair Directory – Duafe Presents “The 2 week Wash + Go”

We often get folks who want to know where they can get their natural hair done in the Tri-state area. I have taken it upon myself to create a natural hair directory or “look book” so to speak of Philly’s natural hair salons and barber shops so that folks can find the perfect hair salon to meet their varying natural hair needs. I hope these posts are helpful and will assist in connecting black and brown small business owners to hopeful clientele.  duafe-holistic-hair-care-562-325-c


 (If you are looking for locs, braids, extensions, flat twists, cutting, coloring, wash + goes that will last forever and all things natural hair care) 

 3129 N 22nd St, Philadelphia, PA 19132 (267) 297-7636 

 We are natural hair bloggers. We have been doing this thing for a little over 5 years. With that in mind, this is the first time that we have ever come across the idea of a 2 WEEK WASH AND GO! Welp ladies and gents prepare to have your minds blown and all the life given to your hair because it is possible! 

I have been a fan of Philly’s legendary holistic hair salon”Duafe” since I was a young girl (want to learn about Duafe and it’s owner click here + here).

Duafe is still revolutionizing shit with this wash and go technique. The technique consists of a simple process of taking each strand individually, coating with Duafe’s “WHIPPED” product (buy yours now) and stroking each strand into a smooth coil then setting the curls by sitting under a dryer and enjoying defined, shiny coils for weeks on end. Pow! Thats it. 

We followed and interviewed Danielle during her visit to Duafe to document her process. 


 Danielle’s “naked” hair after washing and conditioning (hair type 4a-4b)




How long have you been natural? Did you big chop or transition?

I’ve been natural for about two years. I decided to go natural after suffering from having a chronically itchy scalp caused by the perms. I have always had short hair so I basically transitioned. I cut my straight ends with each hair cut until my entire head was natural. 

How long have you been coming to Duafe? How often do you come between appointments?

I’ve been coming for  5 months now. I come every two weeks. Quite honestly I could probably stretch even longer between my appointments because my hair still looks good but… 

How long does it take for you to get your hair done with this process from start to finish?  

    It generally takes about an hour.                                













So let’s recap : You can have a super defined, moisturized and shiny wash and go which lasts for nearly 2 weeks and only takes an hour to get done from start to finish?!!!

In collaboration with ATWC’s Duafe is taking 10% off of the service if you mention this post! Just tell them Around The Way Curls sent you!


Philadelphia Print Works – Fashion is A Message


 1.Tell us about the mastermind(s) behind PPW. Where did you go to school? Where do you currently reside? Are your backgrounds rooted in art or design?

 Philadelphia Printworks was founded in 2010 by myself, Maryam Pugh, and Ruth Paloma Rivera-Perez. Neither of us had any artistic technical training. But, we were both very creative people who were passionate about social justice. Ruth had some experience with the DIY community and I was very interested in learning. We taught ourselves how to screen print and that was the beginning.

 Ruth left in 2012 and I have continued to run the company since then with an extremely passionate and supportive team.

 I attended Cheyney University of PA, an HBCU in suburban Pennsylvania. There I received an undergraduate degree in Computer Science. Afterwards I completed my master’s degree at DeVry University, majoring in Computer and Information Systems with a concentration in Programming Languages. I am now a Senior Test Engineer at Oracle, Inc. and I currently reside in Ardmore, PA.


Co-Founder and CEO Maryam Pugh

 2. I love to hear stories about inspiration. I love to understand what sparks an idea. For me, they are like conversations with God. Holy moments. What was the moment like in which PPW was conceived?

 That moment was pretty magical. Ruth and I met through mutual friends and immediately clicked. We were interested in so many of the same things: DIY culture, screen printing, social justice and business. We used the enthusiasm behind these similarities to fuel our drive and ambition over the next few years. That partnership really made PPW possible.  

3. Can you explain the curation process behind your collections? Is the idea conceived first then the artists are seeked out? Do artists present their ideas to you? Explain the collaborative process.

 The collaborative process is very flexible. I’ve worked with a number of artists and social justice activists in all different ways. The creative process is developed based on the needs of the project. One of the reasons I got into screen printing was because of my own desire for a creative and artistic outlet. So, when possible, I try to do the designs in-house. Unfortunately or fortunately, I have a lot of hats to wear. So, I’m not able to devote as much time to the creative process as I would like. If I have a concept that I feel is outside the breadth of my own skillset or calls for a different aesthetic, I’ll enlist an artist that I feel can execute the vision.

 On the other hand, there are also artists who I come across on social media who are amazing and who care about social justice. When I find that combination I usually reach out to them and ask them if they’d be interested in a collaboration. If they agree, I ask them to choose the theme and they handle the concept and design from there. In those cases, once the designs have been finalized we usually collaborate on the remaining art direction required for the launch of the products (i.e. photoshoot, etc).

 So, sometimes the idea comes first. Sometimes the artist comes first. Sometimes the activist comes first.


James Baldwin Tee


Flux Comic “Genderqueer” Collaborative Tee

4. In what ways do you feel clothing/self adornment can be revolutionary?

Fashion is a message. The clothing people choose to wear and how they choose to adorn themselves reflect their personality and the things they care about. Philadelphia Printworks is an extension of that.

 It is also revolutionary to support black owned businesses. Cooperative economics is something that is important to me and something that I prioritize when seeking partnerships.

 Philadelphia Printworks also invests 10% of the proceeds from the majority of our products to organizations tied to the theme of each design. Organizations who are on the ground doing work that needs to be supported both financially and socially.




5. Did you have any experience in business before the launch of Philadelphia Printworks? Has it been hard to balance quality content, accessible price points and making a profit? What has been your greatest lesson in business thus far?

 I did not and that was also one of the reasons we decided to launch a clothing line. Starting a t-shirt company requires a low initial financial investment compared to many other ventures. It’s more accessible than starting a restaurant, a food truck or owning property. So, we were eager to learn as much about the entire landscape of what it means to own a clothing line in terms of both business and creativity.

 As Philadelphia Printworks continues to grow I am becoming more and more aware of profit margins. Providing a product to as many people as possible without sacrificing quality is one of my major concerns.  As we begin to expand to stores I’ve had to find ways to make our production costs more efficient. It’s an ongoing process. But, one that I’m constantly aware of.

 I think I probably learned the most last holiday season when our School of Thought line launched. The popularity of that collection was like nothing we had ever seen. Absorbing everything that comes with that popularity was challenging. But, I learned from it and made adjustments.  Since then we’ve employed 2 new customer service people and we’ve hired a social media editor and a blog editor. The greatest lesson, so far, has been that you can’t do everything by yourself. Surrounding yourself with talented, responsible and passionate people is paramount to operating a successful company. 

6. I am always curious as to what folks are rocking to musically these days. What albums do you have on repeat most recently?

 Hmmm… great question. I’m currently going through an Afro-Beat phase. I recently discovered the Lijadu Sisters, identical twins from Nigeria who were big during the 70’s. They were known as Africa’s Pointer Sisters. I really like the song “Orere-Elejigbo”.

 I’m also stuck on Opposite People by Fela Kuti. I have that and Follow Follow on repeat. I am truly amazed at how we’ve found a way to continue to document our struggle through what I would consider oral tradition. It’s really beautiful.

 Finally, I have to mention The Budos Band, “T.I.B.W.F.” and “Magus Mountain”. And “Bra” by Cymande which was made popular on the soundtrack for Crooklyn.


7. How have you each grown individually as artists/humans with PPW? What are you most proud of about yourself?

I’ve grown a lot. I think in a lot of ways the evolution of PPW has been a direct evolution of my own personal maturity in both business and social justice critique. I’ve been spending a lot of time lately learning about strategies of liberation. I’ve been studying cases of successful revolution. It’s very empowering. I hope to apply these strategies to the future of PPW.

8. Do you each have a favorite collection from PPW? If so, why?

I love them all. They’re all my babies, lol. It’s hard to pick one. We have shirts from the beginning that aren’t even on our website. Shirts about Fracking and shirts about MOVE. Shirts against Monsanto. They’re all close to my heart. 

“Cats Against CatCalling”

In Collaboration with artist Alain Ewins this line addresses street harassment 



“School Of Thought”

Designed by PPW and Mars Five, this line imagines universities established on black genius such as Harriet Tubman, James Baldwin, Audre Lorde, Ida B. Wells and Marcus Garvey. 


“The Pre-School of Thought”

A Collaboration with Eryn Amel


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“The Lavender Collection”

Celebrates feminist women of color. A collaboration between PPW and Diata Crystal


9. Why Philly? Do you find Philly to be a progressive city? Is there a spirit or movement or awareness that is central to Philly that you all feel is reflective of the PPW brand?

I’m from Coatesville, PA, a small town 45-minutes outside of Philadelphia. I moved here after graduating from college and after having my daughter. Her father is from here. That’s why I moved here.

But, I stayed because there’s a lot of opportunity and history in Philly. It’s situated perfectly between DC and NY which provides a built in extended community. The artistic community here is very welcoming. Artists such as Paul Robeson, Nina Simone and Thelonius Monk have spent time here. In my experience, people here love to work with each other and partner on projects. If you want to do something there’s nothing stopping you from doing it. Anyone can have an event.  Anyone can start a band.  There are a few cliques. But, I’m sure that’s probably true everywhere.

10. Where do you see the brand going in 5 years? Do you see expansion outside of clothing?

Philadelphia Printworks will stay primarily focused on t-shirts. But, we will also begin to incorporate additional products such as buttons, stickers and posters. I’m also considering a quarterly news publication of the articles from our blog. I think it’d be great to see the articles in print, offline and in the hands of people who don’t spend a lot of time online. We’re also launching an online electronic zine distro.

We’ve been focused mainly on mobilization for the past few years. At some point I will shift my attention back to community outreach and organizing. As I learn more about strategies of liberation I’ll try to apply them to on-the-ground organizing events.

Thank you for taking the time to ask me these questions. I love your platform and I am grateful for this opportunity.

Nah, thank you Maryam!

If you want to purchase from this bomb ass brand check out the website

and if you want to get all of your intellectual and activist life, check out Philadelphia Printworks blog. (Aspiring writers may feel free to submit their works as well)

Philadelphia Printworks Blog

Shanti Goes to NOLA


This post is way past due. I don’t really reflect on my time in NOLA. The memory of my time there has been darkened. I will share what I do remember. 

I do remember rows of houses painted in beautiful colors of coral pinks, raspberry reds, aqua blues and canary yellows. I remember Bourbon street with a stench so ripe and thick it seemed to crawl up my legs as I walked with a crowd of people who sipped bright green liquor from fish bowls, red faced and laughing as they gawked at side shows of bare backed black boys clapping and tapping out of rhythm smiling for donations with sweat dripping down their skinny torsos. I remember a heat I ain’t never felt before. I remember stepping out of air conditioned buildings and having my breath snatched away from the force of it. I remember feeling sweat trickle from the small of my back and build in-between my thighs. I remember a friend asking, “Can you imagine picking cotton in this heat? Or cutting sugarcane?”

I remember the food. I remember it being delicious but that’s not important to me. To mention the food in New Orleans feels cliche and easy. What’s more important were the the folks who took my order and brought food to my table. These were genuine people with warm smiles and deep laughs. They were women who fussed over my well being asking over three times in a span of a half hour, “How ya’ll doing? Ya’ll alright?”

Or women who silently expressed their  helplessness with the twist of their lips and raised eyebrows as I sat at a table with an empty water glass watching as these women ran in circles taking orders, wiping tables and dropping heaping plates of soul food in front of patiently waiting customers. I couldn’t be mad at ’em. I loved them. They felt like family.

I remember a large, heavy set black man with beads of sweat on his  forehead waddle to my table with my first catfish po’boy from New Orleans. He approached my table with a stained apron. The plate which he held looked like a child’s play dish in his large lined hands.

“Who got a cat fish po’boy?”

I raised my hand and with grace he set down the plate. All the Northerners at the table squealed with delight as he put the huge fried fish sandwich before me.  His sheepish smile revealed four gold teeth as his shoulders shook with a chuckle. He seemed so soft. So kind. So innocent.

I remember leaving New Orleans feeling good. I remember flying home. I remember the morning I scrolled instagram and watched the murder of Alton Sterling. I remember watching the pixelated pool of blood spread across his white t-shirt on my phone. I remember sinking to the floor next to my bed, shaking my head saying “No, no, no.” I remember seeing his picture on the news. He looked back at me heavy set and smiling with two gold front teeth. I remember feeling like I lost a family member. He felt so familiar. So innocent.

 The Homies




The Sights








The Food



I know, I know, it’s Mexican BUT it was so good and the restaurant Casa Borrega was sooooooo beautiful!




The restaurant owner and newly made friend Hugo Montero (artist)


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Afro Latino Festival 2016

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What is the Afro Latino Festival? 

“The Afrolatino Festival of New York celebrated the contributions that people of African descent from Latin America and the Caribbean have made to our city and the global culture as a whole. Now in it’s fourth year, the summer cultural event attracts a wide arrange of artists, both local and international, as well as entrepreneurs, academics and community leaders. With conferences, culinary presentations and artistic showcases, the festival highlights the work, values and issues important to the Afrolatino community. “

I was honored to have been invited to volunteer at New York’s fourth annual Afro – Latino festival in Brooklyn two weeks ago. It was one of the dopest events that I have ever attended, full of the most gorgeous, generous, talented people, seasoned with amazing food, cool vendors and the undeniable pulse of music from all over the Afrolatino diaspora.

I am always interested in the people and stories behind ideas. I am always amazed at the scope and persistence of human potential. The story and people behind the Afrolatino festival that have worked so hard to make it bigger and better each year are truly inspiring.

It all started four years ago on a hot summer night in Brooklyn. Husband and wife Amilcar Priestley and Mai- Elka Prado gathered their friends and family together, cooked some food, played some music and sang and danced together all in the name of love for their Panamanian culture. Amilcar Priestley is the son of George  T. Priestly, who was a beloved scholar and social justice activist from Panama. Mai – Elka is a singer and song writer and the couple have been compelled to continue in their cultural traditions of social justice and music.

Ever since that magical night in Brooklyn, Amilcar and Mai-Elka have worked their asses off (with little to no experience in promotion or event production) to share their Afrolatino pride. They have grown from a spontaneous block party into a full fledged 3 day festival featuring some of today’s most influential Afrolatino academics and music artists. It fills my heart with joy to see such a tenacious display of black excellence and love.

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Shanti Goes to Paris – “Last Day” (Part 4)


I feel claustrophobic. The smell of cigarettes and the human scents of breath, sweat and hair weigh on top of me as I lay in a dark room on the top bunk in a small bed, wide eyed, mind racing, as my arms and legs push and pull the thick blanket on top of me.

I rented the bed from a hustler. He has some how managed to stack 20 people unto bunk beds in a 3 bedroom apartment. He has a shaved head, glassy yellow eyes and an addiction to chain smoking and early afternoon beers. Nonetheless, he has been kind to me. Upon my arrival he advised me,

“Please make yourself comfortable. Please be quiet and don’t mention anything about Air Bnb to my neighbors. If you are asked say you are a good friend to Renaud. Nice to meet you, I am Renaud”.

It is my last night in Paris. I go home tomorrow.  I have spent the last two days alone. Today,  I wandered into the Sacre Coeur cathedral and marveled at it’s architectural magnificence. I tsked at all the cold, still white statues of saints and angels and Christ which looked down on me, seemingly avoiding eye contact with me no matter where I positioned myself beneath them.

Nonetheless, the cathedral took my breath away and I was yearning for a moment of peace and so with closed eyes and a straight back I allowed my mind to empty into the deep echoes of the cathedral walls. I prayed.

Here I am. I am a young, black mother brought safely to Paris to enjoy. Thank you. Here I am, single and jobless and like Christ I raise my arms wide and fall backwards into an unknown abyss praying, wanting, hoping, trusting, doubting that I will be caught once my descend is over. God, catch. God, love me enough to catch me.

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Shanti Goes to Paris – “Midnight in Paris” (Part 3)



I have not danced in a long time.

I have not lost track of time in a long time. 

I am here

and now. 

The lights are rainbow.
The bodies are black

and brown and honey 

and sweet

and glistening.

The music feels like tough love.

It feels like it will pull me off the ground by my ears.

I anchor my face into the wet warmth of his neck.

My hand is settled on the sinew of his back.

His hands move from my shoulders to my hips to my ass

and we rock

and we laugh.

We pull away and marvel

at each other. 

I have been wanting to share my experience in Paris for a while now. I have started many posts only to stop because they didn’t feel authentic enough. I felt like I was being fake and the content I was creating was not mine but a carbon copy of everyone else’s picture perfect travel pics which consist of a cute outfit and a picturesque back drop with some remote location posted with hashtags #travelnoire #travel #runningoutofpagesonmypassport 

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed Paris. I made sure to see all of the touristy sites. I ate well. I took pictures. I tried to look cute. But those were not the most important parts of Paris to me. What was most important was what drove me there. What went on within me internally while there. And what I carry with me continuously now that I have returned. I wrote a lot in my journal during my 8 days so I figured rather than create posts that are superficial, I’d share you all the real deal knowing that we are going through the same things. What’s there to hide?


Shanti Goes To Paris (Part 2) “For Single Mothers Who Think They Don’t Deserve Flight”

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I lost my passport.

My plane leaves in 12 hours.








This is really for my own good. 

It’s a lesson.

I don’t deserve to go.

I don’t deserve flight.

They say,

Slow down

Be more present

Tell that to a woman in a burning house.

Tell that to women running as fast as they can,

blinded by sweat in their eyes

as they tear forward,

fighting against fatigue,

powered by super human endurance

unknown to men.


We have to keep running, finding private schools, paying tuition, washing clothes, folding shirts, buying socks, and dresses, and dance classes and soap and groceries, and insurance and doctors visits, and braiding hair, and washing limbs and giving kisses, and reading books, and making dinner and lunch and breakfast, and paying bills, and playgrounds and play dates and teachers conferences, and running hot water for baths, always conscious of shoe sizes and keeping track of winter hats, and arranging care with grandmothers and friends and begging men to do what they should be doing with a lumps in our throats and rage in our chest, and lonely tears at night, and hope for the morning that things will turn out alright.


We deserve to smile.

We deserve to laugh.

We deserve relief.

We deserve dance.

We deserve help.

We deserve flight.


I lost my passport the morning before I was to leave to Paris. The emotional roller coaster was real. I decided I deserved to go and a day later I was in the air. Self love at times feels like  a constant battle where I am fighting no one else but myself.

I have been wanting to share my experience in Paris for a while now. I have started many posts only to stop because they didn’t feel authentic enough. I felt like I was being fake and the content I was creating was not mine but a carbon copy of everyone else’s picture perfect travel pics which consist of a cute outfit and a picturesque back drop with some remote location posted with hashtags #travelnoire #travel #runningoutofpagesonmypassport 

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed Paris. I made sure to see all of the touristy sites. I ate well. I took pictures. I tried to look cute. But those were not the most important parts of Paris to me. What was most important was what drove me there. What went on within me internally while there. And what I carry with me continuously now that I have returned. I wrote a lot in my journal during my 8 days so I figured rather than create posts that are superficial, I’d share you all the real deal knowing that we are going through the same things. What’s there to hide?

Shanti Goes To Paris (Part 1) The Great Escape

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I have been wanting to share my experience in Paris for a while now. I have started many posts only to stop because they didn’t feel authentic enough. I felt like I was being fake and the content I was creating was not mine but a carbon copy of everyone else’s picture perfect travel pics which consist of a cute outfit and a picturesque back drop with some remote location posted with hashtags #travelnoire #travel #runningoutofpagesonmypassport 

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed Paris. I made sure to see all of the touristy sites. I ate well. I took pictures. I tried to look cute. But those were not the most important parts of Paris to me. What was most important was what drove me there. What went on within me internally while there. And what I carry with me continuously now that I have returned. I wrote a lot in my journal during my 8 days so I figured rather than create posts that are superficial, I’d share you all the real deal knowing that we are going through the same things. What’s there to hide?


The Great Escape

Fuck it, I’m going to Paris.

I bought a ticket to Paris because I feel as if I am riding on a wave of good luck and freedom.

So what if I just quit my job and I ain’t got another one waiting.

So what I just got into a car accident and now I don’t have anything.

The insurance company just cut me a check which will hopefully carry me over for another month until I have to dip into my savings

which I am praying will continue to save me

until I find my stability

in this new freedom

loving stride

I’m swaying

because Got damn it

I feel free.

I’m in a new place in my life.

I’ve dropped my attachments to a man who at one time I’d drop everything for.

For him

I’d drop my plans,

another call,

my panties,

my dignity,

my pride.

I’ve left a job that sucked the life out of me.



Absolutely no


I can’t sell my soul for money.
I can’t limit my life because it’s safe.

I can’t wait.

So I’m buying a ticket to Paris.


Travel Guide for the Carefree + Black in PARIS


Once I booked my ticket to Paris, I made sure to hit up Kristin Braswell from Crush Global for some advice on what to do and where to go while there. She offered me this really sweet travel guide for the carefree black girl in Paris.

“The days when we walked through Les Halles singing, loving every inch of France and loving each other … the jam sessions in Pigalle, the nights spent smoking hashish in the Arab cafes, the morning which found us telling dirty stories, true stories, sad and earnest stories, in gray working men’s cafes.” – James Baldwin


What’s a day in Paris without a perfect patisserie visit? Here are two to start your day
This almond chocolate croissant soaked in butter and sprinkled with sugar made me weak. I sat on a dirty stoop in the middle of a busy street and made out with it slowly, tenderly and oh so gratefully. 

1. Du Pain Et Des Idees
Grab a pistachio snail and rose croissant from here. You will not be sorry.
34 rue Yves Toudic 75010 Paris
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For brunch head to 2. West African restaurant Le Nilaja
17, rue de la Forge Royale
75011 Paris


Yes, the Louvre is all the rage, but Paris has exhibits that will blow your mind far more than Mona Lisa’s smirk. 

Spend your afternoon at one of the museums below:
1.  Grand Palais – On Exhibition is Photographer Seydou Keita
I fell so deeply in love with the way the Malian photographer blended the props of the West such as vespers, cigarette holders and three piece suits. If you are in the city of Paris, you must go check this exhibit out!
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You’re going to want to people watch, and you might be a bit hungry again today. And that’s perfect for you, because Paris is one of the best cities in the world for picnics. It is a pasttime enjoyed by Parisians all over the city, near the Seine River, under the Eiffel Tower, and in flower clad gardens that look like a fairytale.

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For your picnic, you’ll be heading to Parcs des Buttes Chaumont in the 19th arrondissiment. Pick up some cheese from Pascal Beillicaire ( and a crusty baguette from any nearby bakery. There is also a wine shop near the park called L’epicerie 104. Bring a book, bring the joy of peace. This park is just beautiful.

If you prefer not to picnic, Bastille Market is a great place to buy a little bit of everything and people watch. Get there early for the poulet roti (roasted chicken). The French don’t play when it comes to a good, grilled bird. 

If you want to dine with the locals, head to Chez Janous. It’s a quintessential bistro where you’ll feel lucky to grab a seat and have an affordable meal. My favorite place to eat? An unassuming restaurant called John Viande, with pasta and cocktails that are unforgettable. 
For a pinch me, I’m in Paris moment: Stand under the eiffel tower at night. Far less tourists. Far more magic. 

Thank you Kristen for the wondering tips and sources!


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 If you are preparing for travel and interested in a more curated experience, including a few surprises and a very local experience, email



“With Love”

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Antoinette’s story behind her new album “With Love” is nothing short of amazing. It is a story of trust. It is an example of what magic can come from trusting that God, the universe, fate (or whatever you want to call it) is always ready for us, always presenting opportunities to us and all we need do is show up as best we can.  Nearly two years ago, Antoinette called me with an amazing story to share….

One Friday night, Antoinette was serving tables at the Jazz venue Dizzy’s  as she did every weekend. On this particular weekend the great jazz vocalist  Kim Nalley was performing. 

Somehow Antoinette and Kim had  graduated from the required role play of  “How are you? What can I get you to drink?” to more personal conversation and Antoinette revealed to Kim that she was an aspiring jazz vocalist. Nonchalantly, Kim told Antoinette that she would invite Antoinette on stage some time during Kim’s set to sing a song and advised Antoinette to be ready when she was called up.  Antoinette thought that was highly unlikely and assumed Kim was just being nice because what established jazz vocalist invites some “nobody” unto the stage to share her shine? 

Nonetheless, Antoinette prepared herself just in case Ms. Kim was serious. She practiced in the bathroom that Friday night but Kim didn’t call her up. She practiced Saturday morning before work. Saturday night passed. Kim hadn’t called her up. Sunday night came and lo and behold’ Kim called her up to stage and to Antoinette’s surprise she indeed did not want to share the stage with Antoinette, she wanted to give the whole stage to Antoinette for herself. Antoinette shed her waitress apron and stepped unto the stage and sang. Although scared, she gave it all she had. 

Here is video from that very night.

Unbeknownst to Antoinette,  there was a man in the audience that would fulfill one of her greatest desires. Everyone at Dizzy’s was familiar with him. He was quiet, sweet, tipped well and had a peculiar affinity for Fiji water (which Antoinette took incredibly seriously often running to nearby stores to get him The Fiji water if the restaurant was out of it). He became what we affectionally call in the restaurant biz as “a regular”. On this Friday night, after Antoinette performed, he whispered in her ear “I want to pay for you to make an album”. The rest is history.

No, he wasn’t a sugar daddy, no there were no strings attached. He was just an extremely wealthy man who simply wanted to use his wealth to help young, talented people follow their dreams (yeah, those types of wealthy people exist). He financed Antoinette’s entire album.

Produced by the incredibily talented bassist Christian McBride, Antoinette has created an album with selected jazz standards about love performed “her way”.

The Making of “With Love”

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I recently went to see Antoinette perform at her album release party and I was struck by my best friend. I saw her in a way I had never seen her before. Onstage, I saw her stretched and expanded in her greatest artistic form.

My God, the impressions we can make when we push past fear and step forth into the boundlessness of our life’s purpose. My God, the inspiration we spark when we do the hard work required of us as we push towards completing our goals. When we pursue our art, when we strive to fulfill our inner dictates, when we complete our goals, we allow ourselves the possibility of perfection through the eyes of others. I really saw my best friend during her performance and she was flawless. 

She stepped unto the stage, barefoot, with a tight royal blue dress clinging to her ample form, hands folded in a prayer and resting on her thighs, with lowered, bedroom eyes she tossed her waves over her shoulder and looked into the crowd with a shy, innocent smirk which stretched into a wide knowing smile, which opened into a laugh. The crowd was transfixed. Black girl magic. Her entire performance was a reflection of who she is at her core – sensual, controlled, generous and oh so very vulnerable.  I hope she knows how beautiful she was that night. I hope she knows she has a gift. I hope she knows how deeply she touches people. I hope she continues to share her richness with this starving world. Love you girl! 

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Antoinette’s album “With Love” is also available for purchase on iTunes!

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