Somebody near my studio is busting out reggae freedom tunes today, inspiring a revolution/freedom/power theme:
Reflecting on being in Berlin, one thing has become apparent – people don’t talk about the holocaust, ever. In South Africa, it’s similar. People don’t talk about apartheid everyday either. But in both countries, although history isn’t an everyday conversation topic, the street names are a reminder. The ones that caught my attention here were named after Rosa Luxemburg, Karl Marx and Karl Liebknecht (below). I grew up hearing their names. Weirdly, the topic of my parents’ first argument (both 18 at the time) was: Rosa Luxemburg’s more organic and people centred approach vs a Leninist approach to the party and state. Wild.
Now let’s forget about German radicals and politics for politics sake and head to South America for purely superficial reasons, because although Marx and his contemporaries were immaculately dressed, his fans over in Cuba had more style, charisma and je ne sais quoi (even old Fidel Castro in his younger days):
(Che Guevara mostly in the top half and Fidel Castro in the bottom half)
