Monday, May 25, 2009

Today has been one of those days where staying in bed is the only option for happiness. And not just happiness but BLISS. I had coffee, the blinds were open to let the soft white light from he cloudy day in, and was doing ballet in bed. Not real ballet mind you. It's hard to explain it. know when your a body of water and writhe and twist around underwater. It's kinda like that except in a bed.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

fashion, whiskey and romance......late at night

To nights is the first night that I will be going to bed alone and ok with it. It's taken awhile to getting used to the idea that my soul mate isn't going to drop from the sky. It's just that I've wanted to be in love so bad. So that I finally I can feel the feelings I read about or see in movies. But, ;ove rarely happens like that. And when it does it is sporadic and has no predictable pattern. But, I'm slowly getting used to the idea that being single is ok. Wild romances and affairs are for made up characters. Reality rarely allows for such flurishes. I'll get mine in the end I just have to wait and be patient.

This blog is turning out to be nothing about fashion oops.....

But here is something fashion related. Chanel Resort 2010 in Venice. Fanciful and delectibly 20's. Right in keeping with my recent obsessio with anything from the jazz age.

I really want to have a 20's party. Opium den or prihibition club ambience and everythind. A smoky den, gin, and good jazz. hmmmmmmmmmmm dreams will one day come true

Friday, May 8, 2009

I like being trashy

I had dinner or sorta like dinner with my friend Brad today, at our local coffee shop. We always have the most surreal times there. Tonight mainly because I unwittingly (or maybe not?) and in detail began to engage in a conversation with a friend about my sexual exploits in front of a "Jesus Freak" and sorta scared him off. I was kinda drunk off of a cheap wine named MD 20/20 which cost me a whopping 3.25. I know right! Amazing! That's my excuse for my behavior. Fun times had by all. We smoked. I drank. I ate. We laughed.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


I was reading Hipster Runoff....yes I read hipster runoff, and guess what? I enjoy it too.
It's irreverent, ironic, and occasionally relevant. Any way I was reading a post about PBR maybe not being cool anymore and I started to think about what my alcohol choice said about my own personal branding. So now I'm trying to find a beverage that will get me toasted and at the same time add to my image/kewl factor.

Something cheap and boho maybe slightly intellectual: like a famous write might have drank himself to death with it.

I would choose Soco but it's too sweet and makes me want gag when ever I drink it. It sorta makes me feel like a bad southerner.

I think maybe I should start drinking colt 45. I am black but not very stereotypical black. It would be ironic for me to drink it. Then maybe I could start smoking menthols like kools.

warning this blog is a carthatic post and is rife with bad grammar Its simply a concious stream of thought

This post has nothing to do with fashion or design or art. Or maybe it has something to do with all of those things. See they all have a a place in my life. They give me meaning. My evolution in all of them relate to my evolution in myself. I sadly haven't even thought about fashion in the past few months. I don't know....maybe It's not me anymore. Or maybe I'm just going through a phase right now. I can't say that I've been busy. I haven't been doing anything besides drinking and wallowing in my own loneliness. Wondering when I would be truly happy again. And then I got pissed. Pissed at everyone for being happy; for being able to find peace. And for those who couldn't find peace like me. I got pissed at them too. Because they brought me into their sadness. Misery does love company though. Too bad my misery is anti social. I can't help but wonder if I even like people or if I just don't want to be left alone with my own thoughts. That's probably why I have an internet addiction. If I turned off the computer and tv and just sat by myself I wouldn't know what to do.

But, all of this is about to change. I'm going to be fruitfull this summer since I'm not going to school next semester I need to do something to keep myself busy besides working a dead end job that hopefully won't become my life. Their all pretty much pipe dreams that probably won't happen but damnit I won't let that happen. Idk if it's me being bipolar or if all the good karma I've racked up is finally helping me out. But, I've become inspired. Hell yeah. and hopefully I will have the energy to upload inspirational images i find to help me out. So yeah new creative ventures and life change.
----Work out and get the hell in shape. I'm gonna tone my skinny body and by the end of the summer ill look like a Dior homme model then I'm gonna get a tattoo to commemorate the summer....but only if i can get in shape. The tattoo is my reward
----I want to start a Salon and showcase creative endeavors of me and my friends. We have so much talent but no outlet.
----"Dinner" or that's just a tentative name for a multimedia project I want to start on. It would encompass video, photographs, sound, and installations of found objects, recording the meals I have with friends. I've had some raucous times and some great conversations. It's nothing new. But it sound interesting to work on.
-----I just recently had an idea to start a series of fictional letters to my imaginary lover that I might one day have. Somewhat modeled after french love letters during the days of royal courts and swooning aristocratic ladies.

thats enough......maybe this blog isn't about fashion anymore? Maybe it is? I don't know yet? I hope it still is?