IT WAS ALL LOVE UNTIL HE PISSED ME OFF. THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE CAME IN ON SOME STRAIGHT SWEENEY TOD, SLEEPY HOLLOW, VAMPIRE SHIT. THEY WERE ILL. LIKE IT'S NOT SHIT I WOULD EVER WEAR, BUT YOU HAD TO BE THERE TO GET IT.
THE FINALE.....WALK IT OUT THIS MODEL WAS GIVING IT SARA. NEED I SAY MORE? JADE AND BRIAN INDULGING IN WHAT APPEARED TO BE SOME VERY DEEP CONVERSATION. THE HOST WITH THE MOST, GLAMO
Last nite was eventful to say the least. I attended a posh event, where to my surprise most of the people there were black! The Vibe gave me Upper East Side/ Gossip Girl tea's, the only difference is I was surrounded by people of color which I LIVE for. Fashionistas came out in all their glory, naturally I was stylin' on some Kate Moss grundgy shit, and of course the kids came out to play. *snaps* lol Overall, I had a good time. I met up with friends, established new contacts, saw an ex-lover and I was ok when I saw him until he hugged me so tight and kissed me on the forehead which made me melt smh, oh and Sara spent the nite, which was fun b/c I never hang around my homegirls enough. I'm not really going to get into the 198080572 emotions I felt last nite, so I'll just post pics to refrain from running my mouth.
UGH, OMG I HAVE A CRUSH ON KID CUDI!!!!! KID CUDI, IF YOU READ THIS CAN YOU PLEASE RESPOND? LMAOOOO LIKE I DEAD ASS HAVE A CRUSH ON THIS GUY. HE'S FROM CLEVELAND, I'M FROM CLEVELAND UGH IT WOULD BE SO PERFECT LOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO KID CUDI IS GO TO YOUTUBE.COM AND TYPE IN "DAY AND NIGHT" BY KID CUDI. I WOULD HAVE INCLUDED THE SONG IN THIS POST BUT I HAVE A MAC, AND EVERYTHING ON HERE IS DIFFICULT. ANYWAY, I LOVE YOU KID CUDI! I HOPE YOU READ THIS. LOL <3
So, I've been sitting here for the past hour debating whether or not I want to spend $10 on a salad from the resteraunt up the street, yes TEN DOLLARS for a f*ing salad. It's not that living in Manhattan is extrememly expensive, though it is, but what really eats your money is EATING in Manhattan. I'm not even talking fine dining here, I'm talking the pizza shop up the street where you end up spending nearly $4 on a slice! Then, when I try to do the "right" thing, or the things my mother tells me to do, like buy groceries it's no better. I know if you live in NY you've heard of GRISTEDES. Gristedes, omg they're so expensive for no reason. I'm sad, I want a salad, and what's even sadder is the fact that it's only $10 that I'm debating whether or not I want to spend, but I don't have a job, and tomorrow it will be another $10, and the day after that, and the day after that so by the end of the week I will have spent roughly $70 on food, why? Because I live in Manhattan!
They said it couldn't be done, they said they'll never let a Black man win, they said he will be assasinated, they said he wasn't ready. O, and the names they called him; Socialist, terrorist, racist, nigger, inexperienced, but you know what I call him, I call him MR.PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!
P.S. To all my black people, you already know how we get down, we're about to start feeling ourselves MAD hard lol thinkin' we cute and shit cuz we're in office. lmao
I would be lying if I said that in my lifetime, I don't see myself being a super glamorous super star. Maybe a sex kitten like Eartha Kitt, Bettie Paige, Dorothy Dandridge, or someone of the like. I don't see see myself being the next anyone, though someone, a guy once told me I'm like a black Marilyn Monroe. I said "Black Marilyn Monroe, what does that mean?" he goes, "You're so glamourous!" The thing is, I truly do feel glamourous! Even after I gained a little weight, I still feel glamorous because my womanly curves and 36- D breasts remind me of all the classic beauties like Marilyn Monroe and Betty Paige who were built just like me, you know with breasts, hips, thighs, and thangs. But about the lady who the post was inspired by; Miss Eartha you cunty thing you! The woman stands up rite, totally erect with her feet crossed, she speaks so eloquently and she just gives me those cunty teas that I need! The style, the grace, the class, the poise, the attitude, I live! I say that to say this; I'm reinventing....stay tuned!
When you're blessed with a talent, you should utilize it, and once you utilize you should profit! Some people would say I profit from writing because I write professionally here and there, but the real benefit is the therapeutic feeling I get when I write. Okay, so yes I want my name all over the pages of VOGUE or ELLE, but aside from becoming stupid famous off this shit I love writing. I say that to say this; My best friend just started her blog, she's new to this but she has a lot to say. Show love cantstopcam.blogspot.com Au Revoir!
It's 8:30 in the morning, and I just got in. So per usual, I can't sleep I'm up watching something stupid on television when at 3:40 am *ring ring* I get a call from one of my friends. I don't answer, but I send a text, "hey, what up" friend: "I got that *expletive*" me: "oh word, *expletive!* I'm on my way!" Lmao I make a dash for the door, and I'm out in all black like a phantom in the nite. I hop in a cab, cruise up the west side highway, (the view really is something at nite), and in about 10 minutes I'm there. *Side note to my industry friends* we should all really live in Manhattan, seriously where else can you hop in a cab at 4 am to go check samples and have some *expletive*? O yea, that brings me to the moral of the story; I stay on my grind! The real reason I went uptown this morning was not for the *expletive* , but because my friend is constantly traveling being that they work for a major clothing company, so I figured I go snap a few pics of the things I like to feature in the online magazine I do the fashion lay out for (shouts to shinemagonline.com) so, now 3 hrs, sample pics, *expletive*, and the new batman movie later I'm back home, in the bed writing to you. I'm so tired, but I feel like I can type forever, but I'm not going to. Although, its very early and I could have crashed at my friends, I can't sleep unless I'm in my own bed(yea, I don't do other peoples beds, I'm only comfortable in my own home) so I leave, hop in another cab, and ten minutes later I'm back in my bed. If only all my nites were this eventful....
DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THOSE COMMERCIALS? REAL TALK, I LOVE MY MAC BOOK AIR, BUT MAC'S ARE PIECES OF SHIT. THERE'S MAD SHIT YOU CAN'T DO WITH MACS. LIKE PC'S ARE SO SIMPLE. ASHA TOLD ME NOT TO BUY THIS SHIT. I SAY THAT TO SAY THIS; MY POSTS HAVE BEEN ODEE SLOW BECAUSE I CAN'T EMBED VIDEOS AND SHIT LIKE I WANT ON THIS MAC....BRB GOING TO THE APPLE STORE. STAY TUNED!
Pardon, the drool stain, but I got this pic from Perez since I can't find it anywhere else. Generally, I'm not into white girls but Megan Fox is the shit. I don't know who's hotter; her or her boyfriend Brian Austin Green. They could totally put me in the middle of their sandwhich. LMAO
Is this what young fashion/style has come to? Has good taste been replaced by the graphic tee? The presence of the t-shirt is strongly felt, especially amongst young American style, but to me it is simply a cop out, or a sorry excuse for actually taking time to construct an ensemble. Fashion and style is about diversity, so while I do feel that some t-shirts are acceptable, it must be done with the proper taste. Demographically, particularly in New York City, it seems that the uniform for those between the ages of 16 and 25 are a pair of sneakers, skinny jeans, and a t-shirt that's not worth the prices these young people are paying. If I'm going to wear a t-shirt, I'd much rather it come from the Marc store in SOHO for $30, mix it with a cropped pant or a pair of chinos, and a flat loafer style shoe. Young Americans have become less and less image conscience. What happened to the days of being clean cut, or the days when every day it appeared that you had on sunday's best? I attend school with many Parisian students, and the first thing I noticed about them is their impeccable taste, and attention to detail. The young Parisians, first of all, are so tall and lean that most everything looks good on them, their aware of their bodies and how their clothes should fit, and they've managed to dress-up the not so popular sneaker. I asked one of the students why you see so little Parisian students in sneakers like the typical American, and she explained to me that in France, people look down on you if you wear sneakers, unless you're riding a bike. France is not the only European country that takes such pride in appearrance, Italy is in strong pursuit. Whether a man from Milan is riding his Vespa with a sport coat, and a pair of $35 converses, the european's manage to make great sartorialistic style come off so effortlessly. I am considering relocating for a year of two to Paris or Milan, just to re-invent. New York City is full of FABULOUS fashion, but I'm young and I don't want to be influenced by my age group. Young people do not take pride in getting dressed, everyone is a clone of each other, and quite frankly I'm fed up. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; Paris and Milan, would in a perfect world uniform us all. Your thoughts?
Young people are idiots. This years election is very important to me, being that this will be my first time being able to vote for president. Last night, I had a very disturbing conversation with someone who is clearly not informed, and knows absolutely nothing about either candidate. He's black, and he says to me, "Black people are only voting for Obama because he's black". I asked if he had proof of this, he had no proof. I went on to explain to this young man that if he believes blacks are only voting for Obama because he's part black, then it is fair for me to say that the only reason white people are voting for John McCain is because he's white. Clearly, that's a stupid and unfair thing to say. Then, he goes "Obama aint gonna do shit", so I asked "Oh, so you're voting for McCain?" He goes "No, I'm a democrat. But I don't see color when I vote for people, I'm about who is going to do a good job, but please don't talk politics to me because I will shut you down" What? So, he's voting for Obama, yet he thinks Obama isn't "going to do shit". I then asked, "If you believe that someone isn't going to do shit, why put them in office? So what if you're a democrat, if you're for the betterment of people, and you don't see color just become independent. You're a hyprocrit", he goes "I'm already signed to the democratic party dumb ass" Signed to the democatic party? There's no legal binding saying you HAVE to vote for a democrat, even if you identify as a democrat. He then says, "Well, I didn't know that." So wait, you tell me you know so much about politics, yet you thought you were legally binded to vote democratic just because that's the party you identify with? Idiot. On his part, the name calling began, he immediately got on the defense, and he felt threatened, which made me realize that this conversation was pointless, I was dealing with someone who knew nothing about nothing. He asked me, "What is Obama going to do?" How can you ask a question that you don't even know the answer to yourself? Not only do I know what is on Obama's agenda, I've done my research on McCain as well, because although I am definitely voting for Obama, I needed to know what's on both candidates agenda before I elect either into office. I have found Barack Obama's plan to be very detailed, well thought out, and promising due to all of the work he's done in the past and in the present. He's is for change first and foremost, and I'm sure you all agree that a change is long over due. Obama is for the equality of minorities as well, an issue that John McCain does not mention in his agenda, and over all Obama is for the betterment of the American people, women and minorities more specifically because the fact of the matter is that blacks, other minorities, and women are still struggling for both gender and racial equality. There is no reason that in the year 2008 women are still earning 67 cents to every one dollar a man makes, and we are left with very few ways of challenging our superiors. Obama plans to tackle these issues, and many others that make me proud to place my vote with him. I hear people say how admirable John McCain is because he was a POW, and he defended his country but that means NOTHING to me. I don't believe in war, and if he wasn't in Vietnam, in a territory that CLEARLY hated America, he would not have become a POW, plain and simple. Common sense tells you don't go where you're not welcomed. People have the idea of what an American should be so twisted. I'm against war in any fashion. Aside from the fact that I couldn't care less about McCain's badges of honor, what I've found his entire agenda is focused on is naming islamic extremist as the enemy, the government, and he touches upon health care, but it is clear that just like George Bush he is a war driven person, and the proof is in the pudding considering his naval career. People, young people especially, need to wisen up. If you're going to take a stance on something, please know the facts first. Obama needs to be in office, bottom line. Otherwise, we will be living with the same mistake we have been living with for the past 8 years. Think about it, all the people who voted Bush into office are even sick of him, regretful, and ready for a CHANGE! Additionally, I know that Obama will pass a law under the Matthew Shepard act that takes a stance of hate crimes, while on the other hand McCain is not even a supporter of something as simple as gay marriage, so how can we expect him to care for the livelihood of gays? These issues are bigger than black and white, or republican and democratic, this boils down to who has a better agenda, and proven track records, and McCain's history lies in naval training, while Obama has an extensive resume consisting of humanitarian work, and work that will change us as PEOPLE! If you haven't registered to vote yet, click here to register.
This story touched my heart so much, I had to write about it. On August 9, (three days ago) a 19 year old young man I attended high school with was killed. I remember his face mostly, but I physically can't remember walking through the halls and seeing him, or interacting with him, but it's all the same the hurt is still present. He was sitting in his car, and someone shot him in the head. From what I know, he was not a trouble maker, but what he did become was another statistic. Rodney had a new car, and was on his way to college, and he was loved by all of his peers for having a great personality. When things like this happen, it makes me realize that we are all living in hell on earth, and these jealous demons are taking no prisoners. I have an 18 year old brother, and I would hate for this to happen to him, I don't even want to fathom the thought. Four years ago, basically the exact same thing happened to one of my best friends, he was killed at the age of 20, next month marks the fourth year of his death, and it feels like history repeated its self all over again. I can only imagine the pain his family and friends are going through, and that pain will stick with them forever, I don't know if it gets easier. People say time heals all wounds, but when a wound is as deep as this, there's no healing. For more information on Rodney, you can visit www.plaindealer.com and search his name, Rodney Williams. Rest in Peace Rodney, you're in a better place.
Paris and Milan would, in a perfect world uniform us all, NYC is trendy and has so many unique styles that for the most part everyone copies us, and London is full of the left over wanna be's. I absolutely HATE London and really don't consider it a fashion capital...they have potential but it's not promising.
So, I got caught in the rain two days ago, and woke up yesterday feeling like shit. I even missed Rock The Bells, (which by the way I had press passes for) and actually my missing the show had to do with more than being sick, but that's another story. I'm trying to recover, as I have class tomorrow, and I opened my big fat mouth and said I would fill in for someone at work tomorrow nofvhaiubhfliarbf (pardon me). Also, I'm fitting in at least an hour a day in the gym to get BACK in shape. It's amazing what a relationship can do to you. You're in crazy love, you indulge in sex and food, then gain all this nasty weight. You would think the caloroies from sex would burn the fat. haha
"I'm falling too deep, in your arms I'm a creep, I'm weak and cheap, unfold to seek I'm older but I freak, No border when you're with Me and kiss My cheek You'd be a better brother You, you will be, You, you will be, You'd be a better brother You, you will be but not for me"
Too many times people temporarily replace those who truly love them for instant gratification. While I like "him" so much, and appreciate our late night conversations that turn into early morning good nights I realize he'd probably be a better brother. I'm infatuated with everything he is, not realizing everything he isn't......
My week with Vinnet has finally come to a bitter sweet end. After living a care free week in the depths of bliss he is on his way back to Atlanta. This past week taught me so much about friendship and respect, and all of my new encounters couldn't have come at a better time. I learned what I want from people, and what I will stand for and not stand for. I believe that people are constantly changing, especially young people but for the first time I'm content with what my idea of a good friend is, and should be, and if people cannot and will not live up to my standards for what a friend should be then they wont be my friend. And trust me, I don't ask for much. I only ask for respect, loyalty, and I ask that my friends listen and don't give their opinion if I don't ask. This past week, I've found who I believe to be two new life long friends, and I'm really happy about that.
Before my day even began I felt trapped. I've been unhappy with my surroundings for some time now. People like me; they like the way I am, they like my personality, but what it all boils down to is the way I look and the way I dress. People are fascinated to know B.Fly, but they never seem to care about the person I am inside, they're more concerned with the exterior. This really pains me, because I'm an open person and I like to share my world with others. There's so much more to me than what I wear, what magazine I write far, who I know, etc. but I realize that my peers don't care who I am, all they care about is how good I make their pictures look when I'm standing next to them. I know that I should not expect people who aren't true to themselves to be true to me, but tonight I reached my ending point with all the fakeness . It saddens me because every time I end up meeting who I think will be a great friend, I always end up with EGG ON MY FACE! And the worst part is I walk away from them, and they beg me to come back. I'm so tired of it. And people wonder why I don't go out to social events anymore unless it's for work. I physically cannot play the role of someone's friend when I'm not. One thing you should know about me is that I keep it all the way REAL, if I don't like you, I will be cordial but you're going to know I don't like you. A lot of times I become passionate about the problems of others who I consider my friends, that's how real I am. I'm humanistic to a fault. I put out all of this positive energy into the universe, especially when it comes to friendships, and in the end it's never recipricol, which is why I turn down party invites and remain reclusive. I can no longer continue to be friends with people who stand for nothing and lie,cheat,and steal; LIE- People lie. They smile in your face, then stab you in the back. (Brutus') CHEAT- People cheat themselves and others by maintaining this vicious cycle of fakeness. STEAL- People steal your trust, manipulate you to believe they're "different", and compromise your spirit. I realize that everyone is not going to like me, and everyone will not be nice to me, so in order to maintain my balance in life I'm cutting of 99.9% of my social network. If I no longer speak to you, and you feel like you're owed a reason why, now you know. There are a total of 6 people in this world that I trust, and to those 6 of you, (you know who you are) I would just like to thank you for being my balance and reason for sanity in an insane world.
People give themselves way too much credit. And I really don't care if this post ends a friendship. So....I'm on someone's myspace page today (you already know this is stupid if I'm beggining the post talking about myspace) when I see a girl who I thought I knew from somewhere. I guess I didn't know her being that she did not accept my request. LMAO Why didn't she? Who knows, who cares that's neither here nor there but I recieved an instant message from someone that read "Did you request someone on my page today?" I said "Yes" explained that I thought I knew her, though there was really no reason to explain myself, I do what the fuck I want, and he goes on about how he doesn't like when people request people from his page yadda yadda yadda I stopped reading after "Did you request someone from my page" to be honest. I deny AT LEAST 20 friend requests a day, and I very RARELY send requests but if I think I know someone then I'm not reluctant to request and say hello. I say that to say this; people give themselves WAY too much credit. The day you hit someone up discussing friend requests that you recieved on myspace should let you know YOU HAVE NO LIFE.
Have you ever had a wild, steamy love affair with someone that you knew would ultimately end up being just that, and nothing more? Well, I have....not exactly a wild steamy love affair, but a CRAZY mental connection, more like mind sex, and verbal intercourse so to speak. Anyway, I haven't spoken to this person, who we will refer to as "the mystery man in the black mask" lol in almost a year, but the phrase "out of sight, out of mind" holds absolutely no validity in this scenario. I typed the person's name in an instant message last night, shortly after went to sleep, and there he was in my dreams. I woke up this morning, and I immediately sent him a message on myspace that read, "GET OUT OF MY DREAMS." lol if you understood the connection we had, you too would believe that he purposely placed himself in my dreams.
So, I'm in the City today, well I'm in the City everyday because I live in the City. Anyway, I'm walking to the store, and I over hear a woman say "Today, on the Tyra show they were discussing fashion...", and really maybe I shouldn't be so narcissistic but for some reason I just felt like the women were talking about me lol and before I could complete my thought, one of the women yells; "No she don't got a MCM bag! Remember those?!" lol Yes, darling I DO in fact have an MCM bag, and it's REAL. Vintage baby. P.S. Sorry about the blur, I took the pic with my blackberry. :-)
A girl who is raised in New York City, or moves to New York City can't help but fall in love with fashion, unless of course she's been living under a rock, and in that case she shouldn't be living in NYC, because there are too many things to do than to just live under a rock. I moved to New York City when I was 18 to attend college, my dream was to become a music journalist. My entire angle soon shifted from music to fashion...fashion....FASHION! While I still keep music close at heart, (and like any successful journalist, I can cover ANY topic), a career in the fashion industry seemed highly apropos. I paid my dues to the Source Magazine for a year by lending my gift of writing, and physical work for FREE ( word to the wise; if you don't pay your dues, who's going to pay you?) primarily writing music reviews, interviewing artists and various celebrities, attending press releases, making reservations for the fashion and marketing editors for Olympus fashion week, and other miscellaneous tasks which all provided me with a solid foundation to advance and move forward in the worlds of journalism and fashion. Afterall, I did accomplish my first by line at the tender age of 18. (Fat shouts to the Source for that :-) ) When my time with the Source finally came to a bitter sweet end, I took the summer off, going into my sophomore year of college, and began an internship in the fashion department at Vibe Magazine in the Fall of 2006 under the tutelage of the exceptionally talented fashion director Memsor Kamarake. I'm making this sound REALLY easy, I worked my ass off to acquire those internships. Fast foward a few months, I began interning at Giant Magazine, quickly moved on from there and then I gained my first celebrity client Ryan Leslie who hired me as the stylist for a show he was doing, which consisted of me styling 14 of his dancers. The show was not successful, but the ordeal was a learning experience to say the least. Even when my future in journalism and fashion became reclusive, I continued to study fashion and writing. I currently write for Rap Fanatic Magazine. You're probably thinking, a rap magazine? I thought she wanted to be a fashion journalist, and you're right but I'm working on the fashion spreads at Rap Fanatic in addition to writing for them. :-) In short, I've finally decided to blog about the going ons of my life in fashion and to also, in a way build a non-traditional online portfolio. Additionally, I am embracing my passion for photography again as well, as I have had some formal training in high school. So really, at this point in my life it's about taking all of my gifts that God has blessed me with and figuiring out a way to make them all coincide with one another, and I figuired what better way to do it than to create a blog. Blogging is like reality television; it aint goin' nowhere! :-)
THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE CAME IN ON SOME STRAIGHT SWEENEY TOD, SLEEPY HOLLOW, VAMPIRE SHIT. THEY WERE ILL. LIKE IT'S NOT SHIT I WOULD EVER WEAR, BUT YOU HAD TO BE THERE TO GET IT.
THE FINALE.....WALK IT OUT
THIS MODEL WAS GIVING IT
SARA. NEED I SAY MORE?
JADE AND BRIAN INDULGING IN WHAT APPEARED TO BE SOME VERY DEEP CONVERSATION.
THE HOST WITH THE MOST, GLAMO
