As frost follows, where pace leads.
Where thaw arrives; His reach recedes.
That is when, we greet the breeze;
That heralds the end, of Winter’s deeds.
"Sculpted from the body’s physical desire for maturity, we Cavemen are the embodiment of masculinity with a stylish twist. Dapper, wandering men; embroiled in an unparrallelled story"
As it is said that the eldest of Trees and greatest of Mountains whisper at old man Winter’s herald and ice follows wherever his pace leads. So is it that whenever the ice melts and his grasp recedes; we Cavemen firstly welcome the gentle breeze, that heralds the end of Winter’s deeds. And with the coming of spring; our layers peel off like snakeskin after a deep hibernation. Unlike her unattainable little brother; Lady Spring is the entity that represents youth, fertility and replenishment like an infant-child nursed by its mother’s milk.
Our ancient tales describe her in a young feminine form with fiery red hair and an abundance of freckles that play with every stroke of sunlight that fondles her sun-kissed skin. On her left cheek; they note a birthmark strongly similar to a ladybug. Upon sight; her clumsy but firm pace mostly resembles that of a newborn cub following its mother. As her clumsy feet keep pace, each maidenly step announces the sprouting of flowers resulting in a veil of floral splendor in the wake of her path.
Lady Spring, we Cavemen are far-famed with her ancient beauty and dark, secretive eyes. However, although she seems the harbinger of beauty; upon closer sight, some tales describe dark fingernails made of an unknown, yet ancient bark. And in her fiery hair; grubby larvae that test our resilience by introducing our plains to plague and disease. It is said she always follows the wake of father Winter’s unending path like a lost matriarch tracking back her wandering young.
We Cavemen rarely speak of tales beyond our own, yet in times the story of inspiring individuals are whispered across our plains. In a land torn by civil war; these dapper men rise once again to astonish and awe the people they encounter.
These dapper men, the Sapeurs; are members of the SAPE (Société des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Élégantes/Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People) and have emerged in African as diasporic communities over the past 25 years. Often read as a post-colonial take on the European dandies of the late 18th and 19th century, this subculture made up of mostly young men, drape themselves in elegant sharp attire, creating flamboyant identities for themselves through their brightly colored suits, and luxurious swagger.
Sapeurs emerged out of a movement called la SAPE, which stands for La Societé des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Élégantes, that was originally inspired by a 1960s Pop Star by the name of Papa Wemba who wanted to stray from the traditional Congolese attire.