Kaitlyn Greenidge

1 month ago | whatimreading.net | Phil Lewis |Kaitlyn Greenidge

For Harper’s BAZAAR, wrote about Howard University’s 100th homecoming celebration — and the model for the story is Anok Yai, who was discovered as a model at a past homecoming celebration at the Mecca. The beautiful photos and stylings are by Quentin De Briey and Yashua Simmons.

1 month ago | harpersbazaar.com | Kaitlyn Greenidge

It was like a scene out of a movie. Yashua Simmons, the stylist for this shoot, was a senior in high school when he visited the Howard University campus in Washington, D.C., with his mother in the early 2000s. “There was a Black girl, short hair. She reminded me of my sister,” he says. “She ran across the street. She had on this little denim pencil skirt and a white T-shirt, and as she ran across the street, I saw that on the back of her skirt, it said D&G on the pocket.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Kaitlyn Greenidge |Yashua Simmons

An Epic Homecoming at Howard University Quentin de Briey"Hearst Magazines and Yahoo may earn commission or revenue on some items through these links." It was like a scene out of a movie. Yashua Simmons, the stylist for this shoot, was a senior in high school when he visited the Howard University campus in Washington, D.C., with his mother in the early 2000s. “There was a Black girl, short hair. She reminded me of my sister,” he says. “She ran across the street.

1 month ago | harpersbazaar.com | Kaitlyn Greenidge

Zoe Saldaña está en el asiento del copiloto de un coche, entrecerrando los ojos bajo el resplandor del sol, mientras el cielo azul y el desierto del sur de California centellean a sus espaldas. Es un escenario apropiado para la máquina de promoción en perpetuo movimiento en la que se encuentra actualmente; con su papel en el thriller sobre cárteles de la droga y musical Emilia Pérez, opta a todos los premios cinematográficos importantes por primera vez en sus 25 años de carrera.

2 months ago | kaitlyngreenidge.substack.com | Kaitlyn Greenidge

I have a photo of one of my grandmother’s Kwanzaa celebrations, probably in ‘91 or ‘92. It’s of the cake she had made–a big sheet cake with thick white icing, which she had directed the baker to cover with an outline of Africa, the continent filled in with the pan-African colors of red, black and green. I still remember the taste of that cake–the thick, sugary paste of the icing, how the black band of central African turned everyone’s tongues purple.