Indigo Mateo: "This movement is not shaped by what we’re agitated enough to demand but by what we’re fearless enough to give"
Read the artist's manifesto on joy, innovation and radical imagination here.
Indigo wears coat Marc Jacobs. T-shirt model’s own. Jeans Levi’s. Earrings Loren Stewart. Necklace model's own.
Indigo’s story originally appeared in up + rising, a celebration of extraordinary Black voices, and is the first chapter of i-D's 40th anniversary issue (1980-2020).
i-D chronicled over 100 activists and artists, musicians and writers, photographers and creatives, in Atlanta, Baltimore, Minneapolis, LA, London, New York, Paris and Toronto.
“This movement is not shaped by what we’re agitated enough to demand but by what we’re fearless enough to give. What do I have the audacity to offer up in exchange for collective liberation?
This uprising is not a reactionary moment based in grief but something that’s been unfurling for millennia, fuelled by joy, innovation and radical imagination. Emboldened by all we have endured. This is about blackness as a synonym for love. This is about abolition as much as it’s about healing. Do we have the will to believe each other, see each other, stand with each other?
I believe in the open doors dreamt of by people locked away, in the healing ached for by people violated, in the unity longed for by children separated — I believe in transformation.
I see the people who are turning their scars into roadmaps, those who are fiery enough to battle their own demons. It is 2020 and I stand with every black and brown child who pledged anti-racism before they were old enough to memorise allegiance to a lie.
My mother tells me there’s nothing new under the sun, and I say, there’s nothing we need of you today that is not already inside you. This movement finds you whole.
The truth we bear is old, like the wind. Dancing like us, it’s unhinged and weightless. Sovereign. Our truth lingers unpolluted in our lungs. It courses through our bodies, and it demands that we expand beyond every paradigm that smothers us.” Indigo Mateo
Photography Carlos Nazario
Styling Christine Nicholson