HOMEFULL
To me house is deep, complex, layered…but also sweet and easy. So let’s start where it starts - with gratitude
The subjects and their INCREDIBLE generosity, the dance, the music and the people are what drive this collection forward. A hundred million thank you’s. To everyone who gives, so we can preserve this beautiful culture and all the stories - thank you. To the people who open their homes, events and sacred spaces, share a meal, offer intimate moments to the camera, and give time-energy-knowledge-wisdom-laughs-dances-stories-histories…pushing, teaching, exchanging, encouraging, correcting and elevating - thank you. To everyone who picks up the phone to consult, or hugs with a smile in a random run-in on the other side of the world - amidst the drowning house music, sweat and soul - thank you
There’s a lot of work yet to be done - interviews to add, places to visit, stories to document, and much to learn. And for some moments the camera has to be put down, so the spirit can be. To be LISTENing, I try not to push the documentation in any particular direction, but you will notice “place” a lot - I’m fascinated by the connections between people, where they are, the music and the dance. While this collection is House dance focused, you will find that some documentation covers events / parties / etc. that include other dance forms.
This is only the beginning so if you have a suggestion please don’t hesitate to connect
see you on the floor…
ALIVE
inspired by the words and teachings of @sekouheru
…and an homage to my own linage, and journey in it
Thank you SO SO MUCH @sekouheru @rennieharris @yiranshu @nikki_dolly @hovie_nguyen @moreloose Marion Fraser @rhuniversity @moptopuniversal @sekouheru @wilsoncollegemfa
LONDON ENGLAND
her story
A few years back and an LA lifetime ago, I caught myself listening to some house music and smiling in the mirror. I’d experienced a lot of loss and it had been a long time since I’d seen that. Not long after, I found myself collapsed on the floor of the closet - praying. “My spirit is dying. I have to DO something. Please help.” I needed to heal, and House said “I can help.” I said ok, thank you - will you teach me? (this is the shortest way i know to tell this, but its honestly so much deeper than these words)
The next thing I knew I was walking out of my abusive job, selling all my stuff, packing up and hitting the road. One month and a spirit-time later I arrived back to The Bay, where I’d lived previously. And the journey began
From the beginning I sensed that it wasn’t enough to practice steps - I wanted to understand the culture and history too. I wanted to know and share those stories that can only be heard in a friends backyard after a cup of tea and before the sun sets. I wanted to stop time on that preciousness, to witness the beauty and richness of the people, the music, the dance. So I turned my car money into my camera money which - unlike the ‘97 Corolla with the sweet rims - I hadn’t the slightest idea how to turn on. But I would persevere, and here we are. Every time I interviewed someone, hit the club, saw people dance together / on the speaker / with their spirits, or captured a moment - I understood just a little bit more. I’m still understanding, day by day…
I’d left behind in LA the most beautiful and affordable apartment I’d ever seen, along with a pretty stable and soul numbing life. When I got back to the Bay I relocated many, many times and found myself in a long chain of unstable housing. I didn’t always know where I’d lay my head next and still, I was SURE I’d gained a home - not lost one. People often say “House is a Home” … and My HOME, was FULL
Still is <3
- Angelina
ZURICH SWITZERLAND