Carine Fabius

Sometimes, We Die

Back then I looked so much like my mother that people mistook pictures of her as a younger woman for pictures of me. Our bodies even moved the same way, swaying a little bit from side to side at a rhythm and pace that nearly had us colliding. I sometimes purposefully collided with her, in lieu of a hug, which would have embarrassed her. My mother couldn’t easily say “I love you,” but during these walks her body said it. Read More…

Dear Fondation Louis Vuitton: Where Are The African People?

 On a recent trip to Paris, I had the good fortune to visit the Fondation Louis Vuitton (FLV), which describes itself as “a private cultural initiative”. In essence, it is a private museum housed in a dynamic and formidable Frank Gehry construction apparently inspired by an ice glacier. (Mission accomplished!) FLV is currently hosting an awe-inspiring exhibition of contemporary African art titled Art/Afrique, Le Nouvel Atelier or Art/Africa, The New Atelier. This exhibit is a destination point affair; in other words, Read More…

The Revolution is at Hand

An article in the New York Times last week spoke to Italian philosopher Julius Evola (1898-1974), as someone whom Stephen K. Bannon, Trump’s White House Chief Strategist and Senior Advisor, mentioned in remarks he made to a Vatican conference in 2014. Evola was the presumed father of Traditionalism, a doctrine, which teaches that equality and progress are exactly the opposite of what’s needed if we are to evolve as a functioning society. This is a thinker, whom Mussolini respected to Read More…

Voodoo Love

As Valentine’s Day approaches, our minds turn to love. For some of us that means What am I going to get him for Valentine’s Day? For others, it’s I wonder if he’s going to remember to get me something? Me? This year I’ve been thinking about love in Haiti, where I come from, the land of Vodou (aka Voodoo). Did you just get a chill up your spine at the mention of the word? Like maybe someone sticking pins in dolls? Just to Read More…

A Conversation With Sleep

To my utter disbelief, Sleep decided to pay me a visit a couple of days ago. When the doorbell rang I figured it would be UPS dude delivering all the stuff I bought on Cyber Monday but, lo and behold, there stood Sleep, grinning like he hadn’t disappeared ages ago without leaving a forwarding address. Although I wanted to slug him (for some reason he appeared to me in male form), I had a lot of questions for the cad; Read More…