Today is Day 1 of my err….diet or should I say healthy pursuit of being green. In between ranch dipped carrots, I ran into the amazing look shown above and immediately fell in love. This is one 80s’ throwback that I am kinda happy is back on trend. Itty bitty crop tops are serious work out motivation. Soon enough, I’ll be sporting cheeky cropped tees and highwaisted, shorts, yum! Next stop: Gym membership, can I really commit for the sake of fashion? Hmm…for now, I’ll stick to snacking on carrots.
“ In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, you can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if you are unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.
Edith Wharton
Tis’ a sad, sad day in history. It’s hard for me to call someone a star or an icon, at that but this is one crotch-grabbin-moon-walkin-badass who I was hopelessly devoted to since I was five years old. I remember watching the Thriller video as a little girl and being both freaked out and mesmerized by his performance at the same time. With his feel good tracks and amazing devotion to his music as an art form, the man could do no wrong. I’ve never paid attention to all the negativity surrounding MJ, in my eyes, he transcended all the BS. He gave us a damn good show every single time and that was all I ever expected of him. I will forever keep his sound and image engrained in my heart. Raise your glasses to the ultimate entertainer of our generation and always remember.. Who’s Bad….Nuff’ Said!
I tend to have a multiple personality disorder when it comes to errr…style, one minute veering towards prepster nauticals, only to pick out black leather bondage shoes or a frilly vintage top the next. So to make dressing up less like a “Who Am I?” therapy session, I mix it up depending on my mood of the day. Current Mood: HELL BENT for leather, dishelved hair, and lots of black liner…seriously, what’d you expect?!
This is how I feel sometimes about New York City. A little Alice wandering into a sick little wonderland “full of peculiar creatures and darkness in ever corner.” Actually, this is how I feel sometimes towards life, in general. With Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter, (seriously, who better then my Johnny?!) words can’t begin to describe how excited I am for Tim Burton’s psychaledic-drug induced-CG-freak fest called “Alice in Wonderland, 2010.” Ahhhhhh—-This is why we love you, Mr. Burton. xo
There is nothing like raw talent straight from the streets. I remember a chubby old black guy in overalls whose voice was a mix of louis armstrong, sam cooke, and a splash of sammy davis jr. that would sing everyday in the subway (how he fit that piano down there, i will never know) on my way to my 2nd internship. He stole my heart and I sure miss him! This movement reminded me of people like him, Playing for Change is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. give em’ love!
The Brooklyn sky set on a night meant for things other than celebration. On a night where she was halfway home and halfway lost.In the kitchen that morning, she left behind four eggs boiling on the stove with the windows open. The morning sun seemed so distant last night. Fleeting memories of red lips pressed on a glass of rose, telling lies that somehow felt right. Knowing well, careless laughter would only hide her truth for a little while. He told her, you are the one who will tell them what it means to see a sunset on the rooftop of this third story apartment. He kissed her forehead and sang her a pretty little lullaby about how in this city, life isn’t what it seems. The silly little broken girl smiled and believed it. She’s been that way for quite a while——-A believer of sorts. That night, afraid of being stripped of her being, she faithfully prayed four times for her soul to break free. The first to Jah, The second to Jesus, The third to Allah, and the fourth to the daddy that was never around. Waiting for someone to respond atop the swirling skies and tell her everything would be alright. Wishing she could just disappear like the smoke at the loose end of his cigarette. And she did as he took her where the sinners danced and angels wept. Stillness brushed her nervous lips. In the kitchen this morning, she picked up the 2,000 little pieces of herself left behind and closed the window. Got up, brushed herself off, said she wasn’t the type. Put on her lipstick and pearls. Hiding the pain behind a smile, painted red velvet.
“ I’m no martyr. I did it for the money. But it’s not worth much if you can’t face yourself in the mirror. Respect is the ultimate currency. I was stealing from a man who traded his away for a few dollars. And then he tried to wash away his guilt. Drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability. It almost worked, too. But inevitably, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you. And they do. Certain. It will not fail.
Inside Man, 2006
Grandson:
A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.
Old Cherokee:
My son, the battle is between two wolves is inside us all.
--One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.--The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.
“ Romance does not always have to be sensible. We’re all far too sensible these days, given that the economy and the media seem to being competing to make us feel dreary. In fact, all this bad news has done a good job of making each of us, no matter how financially secure, feel a bit like a Cinders-girl, hiding out in the kitchen in a precarious job with little prospects.
barnes and nobles review, April 2009
