'Twas great meeting you, Marlon!
Asha
xoxo



Drool over these pics and others. Maybe you'll find some inspiration of your own...
Your media darling,
Asha
xoxo




Seriously.
Your media darling,
Asha

When the doors finally opened we danced our way to the balcony to the rythms of an Afro Cuban band - sssssick! I surveyed the room as cool New Yorkers and tourists alike made their way in. I loved loved LOVED the decor of the auditorium filled with bright colours, grafitti and portraits. I took out my camera and started snapping away and behaved surprised when the handsome attendant told me, "Ummm...excuse me Miss...but there is no picture taking allowed". Right. Anyway, soon thereafter the music was getting louder I could see that the dancers were warming up ready to make their entrance. Excitement! Right away I noticed the friend of my AMAZING dancer-sistah-friend whom I had met yeeeeaars ago. I told my girl, "Look! There's Nicole!" We started clapping feverishly and I made a mental note that I need to 'up' my whine'ing skills. She was moving wid such ease and fluidity and I wanted to mimic every gesture! Dancers sprayed across the stage...climbed ladders...sang and high fived eachother. Fela Kuti made his way to center stage and welcomed us, to the Shrine! His opening monologue explained how he went to England to study medicine but fell in love with music and worked his way into the night clubs instead of libraries. I just adore how good music always errs on the side of rebellion and the movements of the dancers behind Fela demonstated just that - smoking and gyrating, slithering and grinding...

