Fred and Desmond aren't in a salon. They're on the sidewalk outside the Kelly Cullen Community building on Leavenworth Street, a popular gathering area for Tenderloin residents during the day that on most days hosts an outdoor barbershop. Beneath the cape, Fred sits on a wooden diner chair. Others nearby chat or doze on overturned milk crates, wheelchairs, or the steps into the building, when they're not gated off to prevent loitering.
On a sweltering Saturday afternoon in Maputo, people line up at refreshment stands dotted around a conference venue hosting Mozambique's biggest annual trade fair. But zipping between them in jeans and a black T-shirt a tray of drinks in hand one young woman is trying a different tack. Ludmila Malambe, tasty and nutritious, announces the branding on her shirt, written in Portuguese below an illustration of a cup of baobab fruit juice.