Call it high. Call it low. Hell even call it pready to wear. Clothes are an integral part of our lives. It keeps us warm and protects us from bad weather. It may even seem Well on us.
Before we open our mouths to introduce ourselves, what we look like says a lot. The way we present ourselves is necessary to enter into what we are going to say.
Sometimes clothes belie something bigger. A pair of Louboutins doesn’t take away the fact that you might be an asshole and a pair of good pants doesn’t take away the fact that you might have a secret…
…especially if you haven’t paid for it.
Welcome to the sixth episode of Atlanta (Effects) titled “White Fashion”.
We are opening in a fashion house. Marcello wants to make shit chic, but accessible.
Never associate an Italian brain with French fashion.
He is very fond of Mr. Spagooti. The guy is basically like the art rockstar. Think OBEY and SUPREME but with a slightly more artistic bent. Shit, he would put that stamp on anything and triple the price and it would sell like gangbusters.
Before the chairman of the board leaves, he wants a room for his grandson. In the end, Eniola’s (Anita-Joy Uwajeh) package arrived quickly enough for the child and the whole company can cash in another day. All because of a simple character logo.
Now Paper Boi (Brian Tyree Henry) and Earn (Donald Glover) meet these designers. Al wants food, comfort food. A semblance of Atlanta.
I’m pretty sure those guys in London don’t know what meals at home look like. Much like Peter Parker, he is far from home.
While Earn wants nothing, Darius (LaKeith Stanfield) craves what can’t be provided – Jollof Rice.
Apparently their little powwow had a price. It’s always like that. It was because of a mix-up, an “incident” if you will.
The company said racist bullshit and they want Paper Boi to co-sign their apology campaign.
Earn wants money. Al wants something more valuable. Integrity…
Because they can’t pay with real money, Al requests three custom costumes. One for each of his boys and as well as a little drip for himself, and although they reluctantly agree to the request, they relent.
It’s the least they can accommodate for them. I mean, shit, they’re new rich, right?
As Al adjusts, Cousin Earn feels the deal is almost an Uncle Tom deal and somehow knows the streets will think he is “bought”. Al doesn’t care. He makes fucking lemonade. He doesn’t care what the streets are talking about.
He has already had a gun with the intent of, oh wait, he fired his warning shot in the first episode, except the shot wasn’t a warning. Streets has his six with an extra ball, if he needs it.
Winning is on a different level, though. Because they can’t pay but only put that profit into a foundation in Paper Boi’s name, Earn wants it to matter. Helping black entrepreneurs. Al rejects the project, viewing it as a pipe dream, bringing the space cadet back to earth.
Sharon (Tamsin Topolski), front desk manager, contacts Darius with a special request via email with Jollof. It doesn’t exist in his world, but IT SURE IS.
She is After than willing to take it out and get some bomb food.
Just like that, he is in the adventure that the desire to travel has always guided him.
Sam and his friend, Khalil (Fisayo Akinade) spin the jokes. He enjoys a strawberry, the compliments due to the hosts, and listens to Rose sing “Amazing Grace.” It’s gathering time.
Just as all are properly presented, activist/writer/foodie Khalil asks if Al was having a good time apologizing for white people.
Khalil is plugged into the game, riding on the backs of the Whites.
As long as he can forgive them, he is set for life. What did he give up? His soul. The devil has no color. Oh wait, it does. Green.
At the press conference, Khalil assures Al that once he confirms that the European brand “means nothing” in terms of the racist shit they said, everything will be fine, at least for him and the rest of the day.
The press gallery is hot. Hands are up.
If you press the press, urgent matters will be pressed.
First question: if Paper Boi supports the brand, is racism over?
He responds in a resounding tone KISS NO to the dismay of all in attendance.
Even with Al’s feverish outburst, Khalil appears to be calming the situation, citing that with the initiative Paper Boi is supporting, racism should be eradicated within two years.
Keep dreaming, mate.
As Darius and his new pal watch a movie in Eko Chops, his craving for liver and rice overcomes him. The hostess easily discovers him as Naija.
The hostess confronts him about his roots and he is loyal to them.
She breaks her chops! Go ahead without applause.
As he enjoys the meal, Darius explains to Sharon that Naija means Nigerian and although they seem to get along, when Sharon talks about her chef husband wanting to go into the brick and mortar business, the date is not not so much of a . It’s more of a confession.
She wants to redeem darkness and real shit. Remember that good ass food? Dyspepsia has now set in.
Alfred now has a place at the table! It’s a table he’d rather not be seated at, but he has a seat at that meeting, meeting of the minds, brain trust or council nonetheless.
It’s up to him how the PR will go down and for his money he has brilliant thoughts in the court of public opinion.
He wants to launch a limited release of clothing, backed by a campaign for other black people to invest in themselves. It’s a great concept. Keep everything at home.
Khalil doesn’t care much, turning to the Senate to shoot down his dream.
They only want their personal gain while trying to maintain an “awakened” attitude. It’s fucking absurd.
Al sees through the fake (ironically wearing a Gucci sweater with ‘FAKE’ all over it.)
When he is confronted with his darkness and the others do not answer, he has only to ask a question about his conscription.
Why is he here?!
In fact, he has a bigger question for the board: What are they doing? The street doesn’t care about them.
Al wants to help and is well aware that his fame can do a lot for the cause. It now goes over the edge.
Hey, why not use this move when your meter is charged.
At the hotel reception, Earn needs an Apple Store for his watch. The watch is better seen on him, because Van (Zazie Beetz) is in the lobby and better seen on her.
My guy hasn’t been happy that she’s been ghosting her for weeks, and though her cheeky attitude tries to hide the pain, he can get through it. But before a one-on-one can take place, Van is now accused of shoplifting by a crazy white chick.
Is it because she is black?
I mean, the situation quickly defused because of the house, but still. It evokes the situation of Gucci and a black man who buys a belt but is accused of having stolen it. It would go even further with Ryan Coogler being arrested just for trying to get some cash out! It doesn’t just exist in America, darlings, and it doesn’t make sense anymore.
And let’s not forget the fact that in a moment of panic, Earn called Van his fiancee and took it a step further by expressing his displeasure at home, getting them a superior room for free.
Earn has been in boss mode for a minute and this is an example of that. If he wasn’t there before, he’s definitely there now.
As Al pitches, we realize he’s not great. In fact, he’s a bit dumb. His heart is in the right place, but his thoughts are all over the place in the same place. They take the idea and follow it, infusing it with social media. Now something that was pure has been jizzed all over by influencers, someone he knows nothing about.
Give enough rope though. The council is in the midst of a civil war but Al doesn’t have time for that.
In fact, he even wasted time indulging in their butts.
In the end, this is Alfred’s plan and they defer to his wisdom.
All he has to do is shoot a quick video for the campaign to reinvest in your hood and it’ll all be copacetic, right?
Darius is no better off. Her favorite restaurant has been closed, taken over by Sharon, who has a food truck with Naija Bowls.
She bought authenticity with her power and her privileges. I mean, I guess with enough books you can buy anything. Even a pound of flesh.
Although she gives Darius a dish she named after him, he’s like super depressed, especially knowing that Mimi was screwed out of a business.
It was his only taste of home abroad and she snatched it from him. In addition to eating the meal, he throws it away. At least one of them has integrity.
But wait! Al’s post is now online!
In something that looks like it was made by David Finch at the start of the black and white era, his words, his speech and his characters were used. Al is no longer Al. He’s now a spokesperson and it’s not going to get better with him.
They made his words a joke for him, including gay overtones and a skinny proxy gangster at the end to make it official. That wasn’t why he joined.
Although Khalil tries to calm him down, nothing works…until the truth comes out.
Al’s ad would never have worked. A fantasy does not make a business. It’s a charity. Investing in black was a pipe dream and including more would be suicide for the company.
Khalil knows the game and was able to garnish the table on 100k for his clean charity, but even the temptation of a Black Panther 2 ticket couldn’t buy Paper Boi…just like a meal in his honor couldn’t buy Darius’ love.
As Earn pours the booze into his free hotel room, he makes a reference to Nick or Treat.
Wowww. Just wow. A fucking throwback. (About nothing, I had to say.)
Van emerges in a dress. The place is fucking nice and big. She relaxes and wins a ride.
He apologizes for confronting her before. He’s just worried.
Throwing her arms around him, she knows that worrying is in her nature. I understand.
But for tonight, he doesn’t have to worry about anything.
While they’re slow dancing, the wig stealing isn’t even a memory because stealing a kiss is more important.
Oh yes, it’s like the first time.