søndag 22. oktober 2017

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 16 (Accra Nights, Black Panther and Kickstarter Love)

Today's little list:
1. A throwback to me having one of the best nights of my life in Accra
2. How I feel about the upcoming Black Panther film
3. Support Blitz the Ambassador's Kickstarter for hsis upcoming film
4. This post by Iman Shumpert and whole thread that follows <3
5. Fall style inspiration from "When Harry Met Sally"

Song of the Day: "Needy Bees" by Nick Hakim

My current music obsession is "Needy Bees" by Nick Hakim. I first heard the song on an episode of the latest episode of HBO's Insecure. This song is a real treat and beautiful track for the dark, slow autumn days. Give it a listen:

lørdag 21. oktober 2017

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 15 (Chimamanda + Carrie Mae, #MeToo and the Joan Didion doc)

Today's lil' list:
1. Loving Carrie Mae Weems' recreation of her Kitchen Table series ft. Chimamanda
2. I wrote about the Julie Dash classic, Daughters of the Dust
3. Kudos to Lupita for speaking about her experience #MeToo
4. Read more about Tarana Burke, the woman behind the #MeToo movement
5. So excited for the Joan Didion documentary

Café Kos With Dubie: Wilde Roast Café – A Cozy Spot For Brunch Or Studying

Today I am sharing another piece from my days as a Food and Drink contributor to my college's newspaper, the Macalester Weekly:

Wilde Roast Café – A Cozy Spot For Brunch Or Studying

This week my quest for Twin Cities ‘kos’ took me to the Wilde Roast Café in Minneapolis. My sister’s friend introduced her to the café last year, and it became their steady study spot. She kept telling me “Dubs, we have to go there together!” So on Saturday this past weekend, I hopped on the 63 at Grand and Fairview bus stop. I disembarked on Raymond Avenue, from where the light rail carried me the Warehouse District, where I met up with my sister. Enjoying the sunny weather and the cool autumn breeze, we walked the scenic route across the Hennepin Avenue Bridge to 65 Main Street, where were greeted by a sign: WILDE ROAST CAFÉ: Beverages – Bites – Temptations.
The atmosphere was every bit as sensuous as the signage suggested. As you might glean from its name, the café is named for Irish author, poet and playwright Oscar Wilde. Aesthetically, the Wilde Roast is everything you want in a Wilde-inspired space: tones of burgundy, burnt orange and teal blue recur in the décor on the peacock motif pillars that line the walkways. and the thick velvet drapes that frame the windows. High ceilings and demure lighting cap this off to complete the gorgeous ambience.
We were ravenous when we got there, and ordered respectively a Bar-b-Que Burger and a Breakfast Burro – which were both to die for. We cozied up in a couple of armchairs in front of the faux fireplace to enjoy our meal, Sarah Vaughan’s ‘Black Coffee’ playing softly in the background. As we sat there, a sensation of being in a really good place washed over me. I said to my sister, “I just had a wonderful feeling, like I was at home.” She smiled, “I knew you’d like it here.”
I’m gushing, but honestly the Wilde Roast is incredible. Its effortless blend of individuality and sophistication are, to me, a beautiful way to remember Oscar Wilde. So if you are looking for a new weekend brunch spot or a cozy off-campus study spot, the Wilde Roast is where it’s at. Tell them I sent you.

October 2, 2015

Photos by my lovely sister, Nana and I

søndag 8. oktober 2017

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 14 (Lorna Simpson, Fenty Beauty and Flint, Michigan)

Some important/interesting (to me) things:
1. Lorna Simpson's "Five Day Forecast", 1991
2. Patricia Bright's review of Rihanna's Fenty Beauty line
3. This amazing skating party in someone's basement
4. Kelela and Lupita Nyong'o creating a #BlackGirlMagic vortex
5. An important reminder that Flint Michigan has been without water since April 2014:

søndag 1. oktober 2017

A Love Affair With Coffee – Cafés, Coziness And ‘Kos’

In honour of International Coffee Day, here is an article I wrote for my college's newspaper a couple of year's ago on my love for coffee. My lust for java and coffee became a mode of exploring St. Paul and Minneapolis over the course of the 5 years I lived there. I wrote a column on this journey of sensory and geographic exploration. This was the inaugural piece in the series:

Café Kos With Dubie: A Love Affair With Coffee – Cafés, Coziness And ‘Kos’

I love coffee. What’s not to love? From the depth and darkness of its colour, to the earthy fullness of its flavour. Even the sharp bitter aftertaste that lingers on your tongue.
I distinctly remember the first time I tasted coffee. I was seven years old. My dad’s fresh cup of Colombian brew sat on the coffee table, steaming billowing from it, like every morning. Usually, he guarded it carefully against my attempts to steal a sip.
But on that blessed day, the phone rang: my aunt calling from England. As my dad stepped away to answer the phone, I seized the moment and wrapped my little hands around the cup, first taking in the aroma, and then allowing myself to take a sip. I was caught red-handed, too distracted by caffeinated delirium to notice that father’s presence.
I can only imagine the horror he felt at seeing his little daughter gulping black coffee. He sat me down and explained that if I wanted to grow tall and strong, I should wait until I was a little older to drink coffee.
But the “damage” was done. That was the beginning of my love affair with coffee, and of cafés being a point of connection for me and my father.
Over the next few years, our father-daughter dates took us to cafés where we would sample different teas, coffees and hot chocolate variants (tea or hot chocolate for me, coffee or tea for my pops).
When I reached my mid-teens, I rekindled my love affair with coffee. I grew up in rural, Western Norway, and my municipality had two cafés. One was an extension of the local grocery store in my village Flekke. I’d sit there in the afternoons and do homework, before going to teach a dance class at my old primary school. The second cafe was part of the local bakery in the neighbouring village, Dale, where I went to junior high and high school. It sadly closed about four years ago, but so many of my happiest moments were spent there with family and friends, laughing, eating marzipan cake, and simply enjoying the ambience and each other’s company.
Since I moved to the States three years ago, this has been a way for me to stay connected to this culture of ‘kos’ (which can be loosely translated as ‘cosiness’, though this translation still doesn’t quite do it justice) that I grew up with.
I’ve been on a mission to visit more cafes in St. Paul and Minneapolis, and use this as a way to become better acquainted with the Cities, all while maintaining a sense of home. I look forward to sharing my coffee shop and ‘kos’ adventures with you all in this column.
September 25, 2015

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 13 (Paul Robeson, Sister's Blog and Black Intimacy)

1. In love with painting by Makeda Bizuneh called "The Roofs in the Moonlight"
2. Paul Robeson on his sense of pride in being of African descent
3. My sister, Nana's amazing blog on digital marketing
4. MoMA's upcoming exhibit on Black Intimacy

What's bringing you joy today?