BLACK MAGAZINES ROCK!
I can’t remember when I fell in love with magazines. It could have been the Buda catalogues my mother had all over the house with pictures of lean, blonde women in clothes that inevitably made their way into her wardrobes. Growing up, there were no magazines for me to dive into. And, they were also very, very pale the exact opposite of
my family and friends. I know it has become popular to say people do not see themselves represented and so they start something to fill that void. I did not realise there were no black faces. At least not until I stumbled across a copy of Ebony. It was a shocker to me flipping through the blackness and because this cliche fits, in all its glory. Slowly, the pieces started to click. There were no magazines with women like me. But now, we have COUTURE Africa!!!
