#urbanndn

[grimmdogs]

Indigigoth things:

- Wearing too much rings on your fingers

- hand sewing your own clothing

- long dark tones beaded earrings

- useing smudge ash makeup around your eyes

- Dark denim or leather jackets with frills

- skin stitch tattoos

- Hand sewing or personal customizing any fit you put together for yourself

- Wearing bones and furs as jewelry or statement pieces

- Using yt tears for moisturizing and priming before applying makeup

- Shaved heads/ side shaved

- Braided Mohawks

- Feathered earrings

- Hand made resistance patches

- Stick and poke tattoos by your cousins with a beading needle

- Wearing many layers of dark clothing

- Adding fur and studs to your jackets

[bookworm2butterfly]

Reading with the kids & one says: that's you in the book! The page was about the urban Indian experience #urbanndn #iforgottograbthebooktitleanduthor

[kingzigzagzigallah]

One of my songs #BoomBap #HipHop #realhiphop #shatterslums #littlehawk #oldschool #goldschool #urbanndn

[ubcic]

Fence line. #urbanNDN (at Rumble Street)

[missladykitten-blog]

#followthrough on a promise made to the fabulous #mariahupfield, (to be cheezee), walking a mile in her #moccasins! Facing the original #HochelagaSettlement (suspected to be on #mcgillcampus). #NDNcity #indigenousterritory #ReinterpretingColonizedLandscapes #indigenousfootprint still #visible #connection #identity #indigenousidentity in #relationshipwithland #WereStillHere! Thankfully, this lady is #NotMissing. #MTL #mtlmoments #Montreal #urbanNDN

[thebearmaiden]

#dreamcatcher at #sunrise looking #OutMyWindow #nyc #Harlem #sugarhill #sugarlife #urbanNDN #indigenous #spring

[aaron2point0]

I did the photography for this back in 2009 for the now out of print Urban NDN newspaper in Winnipeg Manitoba. Candace was really shy and couldn't stop laughing. 

[lademalintzin-blog]

Just me, being cute and fierce. xoxo

Ódami Tepehuán and Xicana.

[nizhonish]

Address:

718 S. Union Avenue Los Angeles, CA 90017

Phone:

1 (213) 413-2556

This is the place we called home after leaving Rehoboth, NM about 20 years ago.  I did not want to leave Gallup High School for I was passionately in love with my boyfriend (another long story). We lived here shortly until we moved into an apartment complex across the street.  

  While living here I met some very interesting characters.  First person I ever met was a Vietnamese cholo named; Cricket.  He was cool, we hung out and smoked lots of yeska.  He was not from the gang who controlled this street but with an other one a few miles away, guess they all got along because he was allowed to sell crack in their neighborhood.  I was never included in any business dealings, especially once I became involved with Tripper.  Tripper was actually named Freddie and was only a few years older than I but yet he was so much wiser than I was.  Truth be told, he is responsible for schooling me on a few things I was very naive about.  He sort of protected me when I was very vulnerable but his protection came at a price.  

  Tripper was very weak when it came to the lure of easy women, he was never faithful to me and it fukin hurt.  At the end of our relationship I lashed out and cut him some deep wounds to his heart and he confessed that he never loved me at all.  Well he yelled it at me in the hall of my building.  I didn't care at that point, he got everything he deserved.  So the score was even. I've seen him in the 818 a few years back, he refused to board the bus I was on, despite it being on a holiday schedule. Wow all these years and he still hates me and refuses to breath the same air as I, freaking Salvatrucha men. My nana told me that Salvadorean men are only good for one thing, that's it. She did have a disappointed shine to her eyes, when she first met Tripper.  HA! Deep down inside I still thought continously about LCK! yikes...... 

  This street was constantly busy; cars, people and crackheads roaming around.  Also was the LAPD's Crash Unit gangsters driving around causing all kinds of mischief.  They really knew how to make an appearance.  Everytime we tried to let our guards down, here comes the boys in blue.  Looking to fuck someone's life up.  Even Tripper decided he had enough and enlisted in the armed forces, just to escape the inner city trappings.  I admired that in him, he just walked away and never looked back. Props Tripper, you deserve it.  Maybe we should've just ended our relationship when you left to basic training.  Nope you kept me stringing along, I fukin hated you because of your random sexual hook ups with random women all across the world.  It would'nt have been that bad if you didn't photograph all your escapades.  But the look in you face while being pleasured was one I could've been spared but alas we sure learned now.  Sorry for the ramblings, been feeling like I've got alot of unresolved issues a-brewing.  

  There are so many stories that I have to document before my memory is erased by these tranquilizers I take everyday for pain.