Often recognized for her face alone, Folasade Titilayo Adeso is not just a model or any photographer’s muse; she is also an artist whose creative vision transcends various mediums. Born in Abeokuta, Nigeria, raised in Canada, Folasade is currently based in New York City; the ideal place to fuel passion and dreams. A talented graphic designer, she recently embarked on a journey to build a legacy for her father who passed away in 2012.
Y: What inspired 1953?
Folasade: My father passed away in 2012 and coming from a family of all girls, it hit me that we would not be able to pass on my father’s name the way men can. When I went home in 2013 I was continuously greeted by family and friends who would say, “Welcome to your father’s land” and that stuck with me. 1953 is the year my father was born and the year that Nigeria became my father’s land.
Y: Tell us more about the head-wraps.
Folasade: Growing up, I would watch my mother tie her head-wraps so intricately on a daily basis. At the age of 22 I started learning to tie my own head-wraps by watching her. Being so far away from Nigeria, wearing head-wraps allow me to feel more connected to home. It makes me feel so regal and proud not to mention that they are a colorful addition to whatever outfit I may have on! While walking though the market-place with my aunt in Nigeria, I was overwhelmed by the array of bright fabric splayed out in front of me in the stalls. I then realized that I could share how head-wraps made me feel with other women. It’s not just a piece of fabric. It’s a piece of my home. It’s me walking though the market place thinking of the women, my customers and what they would like. My mother has handed down to me some of her own wraps and I know just how long their can last. My wraps are for women to keep and treasure for years to come.
I complain all day about not getting enough sleep. Then when it’s time for me to sleep, I can’t.
Girl, an ongoing series
by Lora Mathis
whenever “strong female characters” insult men by calling them girls my eyes roll so far back in my head i can see my brain cells die
Like when you first meet me. Our conversation is going to be awkward because I would have absolutely no idea what to talk about. It’s also worst when you’re cute. But if you wait a little I’ll get comfortable around you. Then I’ll start talking so much that it’ll annoy you. I talk alot.
Edward Hopper, Summer Evening, 1947