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In Photos: Portraits by photographer Jalani Morgan.

It’s always strange and a bit surreal to me when I look at a photograph of strangers and somehow manage to feel as though the person behind the lens has so aptly managed to capture the essence of those pictured. Perhaps it’s a bit of romanticism on my part, but I can’t help but feel that way when looking at the work of photographer Jalani Morgan. What may on the surface seem to be a simple portrait becomes an intensifying three-way relationship between the subject, the photographer and viewer.  A two-dimensional image is brought to life and in a matter of seconds, upon gazing at Morgan’s portraits, I have no option but to feel a close connection to the unknown faces captured by his lens.

Jalani Morgan is a portrait, fine art and documentary photographer. 

Born in Toronto, Ontario, and raised in Scarborough. He was influenced by his parents’ teachings of the African Diasporas and politics and through that is interjected into his art. 

He produces work that investigates the representation from the African diaspora.

Currently he is studying at York University in Toronto obtaining his degree in Anthropology and African Studies.

I’m finally switching off of this horrible birth control that has made my moods and my appetite go bananas. In the mean time I am trying to accept the size my body has become and trying to be healthier by doing shit like drinking enough water and getting enough sleep. It’s getting warmer out so I’ve been walking more places and pretty soon I’ll be able to hoop and stuff. It’s hard. I’ve overcome my internalized fatphobia to the point where I would never say or even think this poisonous shit to anyone who has gained weight/is fat. Looking at other beautiful fat bodies really helps me be more okay with how my body looks now, but at the end of the day I look down at myself and I want to cry and tear my skin to shreds. It’s hard trying everything in your closet on and hating the way everything looks. I feel like I’m 12 again. 

You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.

We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”

I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”

He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.

-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Michael’s  (x)

I’m pretty sure everyone’s goal in life is to do something they love as much as Anthony Mackie loves playing Falcon. I love him so much.

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a-light-chance-of-rain asked:

Well here's an idea: pick up a goddamned and write one yourself. Be part of the solution instead of sitting around doing fuck all.


Dude, you realize I’ve written several books, right? Seven series, thousands of pages. Literally, multiple thousands of pages. Four of those series are in book form, as well as some in anthologies published by other people. Total, there are 13 graphic novels that I wrote and drew or contributed to, and that’s not counting single issue comics or illustrated prose stories or other sundry illustrations (I keep updating this section as I remember more of the things I’ve written. There are enough to lose track.) All about people who are not straight white dudes. I will be the first to admit my track record on characters of color could be way better, as well as trans and disabled characters, and a whole bunch of other types of people, and I’m working on it. I’m actively working on it. In the books that I am writing. And publishing.

I feel kind of silly pulling out the “don’t you know who I am?” thing but… you obviously don’t know who I am or what I do. And you look reeeeeeeeeeeeeally silly right now.

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