“There used to be an Asian man who used to own a photomat, on Flatbush or Fulton. It had all these different backdrops, leaves backdrop, tropical backdrop, and then on the other side of the black you can see there’s a rainbow with little clouds and shit.

So these guys would get up, meet up, making sure they’re all wearing the same thing, so they’d call each other the night before, and then they’d go home and if they’d all stolen something, they all went to this little Asian photo spot and they’d all sit there and pose for all these photos.

I’ve been told these stories. The photo spot is gone now, but that’s what I love. If you look through the book, there are several different crews of guys, but they all always went to this one photo spot. If you were from Brooklyn, this is where you went with your crew in the early ’90s to get your big picture.”

For the Love of ‘Lo, a Photo Bible for Polo-Collecting Fanatics on The Hundreds blog

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Black Women Find Success in the Lucrative Business of Black Hair Care

Posted by For Harriet

Not much seems unusual about Judian and Kadeian Brown’s storefront in a tidy plaza off Church Avenue in Flatbush, Brooklyn, a neighborhood where every block seems to have its own African hair-braiding salon.

Posters of African-American women with long, sleek hair fill the window. Round jars of shea butter belly up to slender boxes of hair dye on the shelves. Wigs perch on mannequin heads.

What makes Black Girls Divine Beauty Supply and Salon’s visitors do a double-take is the skin color of the proprietors. “I go, ‘Look at all the faces on the boxes,‘  ” said Judian Brown, recalling other shopkeepers’ and customers’ surprise when they realize she is not an employee, but the owner. “Who should be owning these stores?” [My emphasis]

[Read the article in its entirety at For Harriet.]