Sometimes when I’m out shooting or at a networking event, I get asked by an interested person if I have some sort of business card with me. I don’t. I used to carry business cards all the time, but now I don’t.
When I was 16, I did what every teenager dreams of: taking my driver’s test. I failed it. I didn’t understand why I was bad at driving when my other classmates passed. The second time I took the test, I failed it again.
There is an old film school metajoke: film student creates “serious” French New Wave-inspired student film about death or dying. Hell, even I did it (although my film was more Bergman-inspired). But a creative person’s obsession with death is more true-to-life than we care to acknowledge.
As millions of black parents delight in seeing their child gleefully embrace Black Panther and its cast of positive characters, a natural question emerges: how do we get more movies and stories like this? The answer is simple: we encourage more black children to take up the Arts.