I’ve always held it as self-evident that black is beautiful. I grew up in New Orleans. My mayor was black. My teachers were black. My classmates and friends and girlfriends were black. The aspirational show on TV was The Cosby Show. We went to a black church. The pastor at my grandmother’s funeral was black. But I also knew that my own Cajun white was beautiful. And brown, yellow, red. And all the thousands of shades that make humans so wonderful and different and amazing, and underneath it all, the same. And I’ve fought my whole career to showcase all that beauty. To mix it up, and subvert the expected. To be human, as I see humans, gorgeous for their variety and contrasts. This image from my “Lagos Calling” fashion story.