There’s a saying in Nigerian Pidgin: “na mumu dey go boutique.” It translates roughly to “It is only a fool that goes to the boutique,” Ebunoluwa Akinbo says, laughing as she perches on the arm of a couch in her south Winnipeg apartment. Read this article for free: Already have an account? To continue reading, please subscribe: * There’s a saying in Nigerian Pidgin: “na mumu dey go boutique.
” It translates roughly to “It is only a fool that goes to the boutique,” Ebunoluwa Akinbo says, laughing as she perches on the arm of a couch in her south Winnipeg apartment. Read unlimited articles for free today: Already have an account? There’s a saying in Nigerian Pidgin: “na mumu dey go boutique.” It translates roughly to “It is only a fool that goes to the boutique,” Ebunoluwa Akinbo says, laughing as she perches on the arm of a couch in her south Winnipeg apartment.
The armchair to her right is piled high with an eclectic assortment of fabrics: a polyester pantsuit, a sequined mini-dress, ripped jeans, a windbreaker, long sheer curtains, a straw hat, a thick patterned scarf, faux snakeskin boots. Each garment still bears a paper price tag from one of Winnipeg’s myriad thrift stores. The Nigerian-born photographer’s living room has recently doubled as a makeshift portrait studio, where she has been wearing multiple hats (literally and figuratively) as photographer, stylist, artistic director and model.
Through self-portraits, still-life and document.