Love this lil' bitch right here. Met her at one of my first gigs years ago when she was barely 18 (good God) and today she turns 22, get 'em!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A-MUSE-ING
I've been swingin on Vintage Vandalizm's (ever so fashionable) bra straps since forever now but after going through her old posts today and sharing them with Rach, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to finally profess my undying love for her (no homo) lol. Actually, her steez is so dope, I may just yes homo that thought hah.
Anyway, if you've known me for at least 2 years u'll know that I love all sorts of fashion and don't really have a specific "style." I know that's what most fashionistas say in an attempt to sound cool and anti-conformative but I swear, true story. I love anything fun, and funky that FITS whether it's considerered couture, urban, contemporary, retro, rockabilly, sporty, etc. etc. etc.
One day my girl Jessica from high school told me her sister thought she saw me at the club but didn't say hi because she wasn't sure if it was me. "That bitch looks different everytime I see her. One day she's in some skanky ass butt hugger dress then the next day she's Gwen Stefani'd out" (Yes, this was in '03 when I had first discovered Russian Red by MAC lol).
My mom is constantly saying shit like, "I look funny in turtlenecks," or, "I can't wear hats." But when ur as gorgeous as her, it's kinda hard to look bad in things. I'm sure half the shit I wear I really can't get away with, it's all a matter of getting used to the look, feeling comfortable in it, and then owning it. I remember my girl Ness was hesitant about wearing red lipstick even though it's her absolute favorite color. She tried mine out one Halloween and then bought her very own tube!
Vintage Vandalizm mixes her vintage steals with her favorite labels like Karen Miller, Betsey Johnson, Agent Provacateur, and D&G. But what I praise her (and hate her for lol) for is her ability to find amazing pieces at thrift shops AND fit them like a glove. She makes any and everything look gorgeous and is definitely my 40s-60s fashion muse. If u love the above outfits as much as I do, u should definitely check her out: Vintage Vandalizm.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Soldier of Love
Growing up I've always been told to fight for what u believe in. Whether it be equal rights, dreams, world peace, happiness, or ur right to parrrrrrr-tay. Perhaps out of all fights worth fighting for, we are told that the most beautiful struggle of them all is the one for love. But I believe the fight for ur heart is an entirely different war. One where everyone gets hurt, and the minor cuts and scrapes feel just as critical as a knife through the heart. And no sword and shield, or camouflauge and M16 can prepare u for this type of battle.
It's not the strapping up or patriotic speeches that send me into disarray. Nor is it dodging bullets that I fear. It's the knowing when to fight and when to surrender part that makes me weary. Because really, how the fuck do u know?
Hate to say it, but I can be extremely nosy at times. I probably know more things than I should. About people I don't even know. While I'm not particularly chissmossa about this shit, it's still a bad habit I need to get rid of. One thing I've noticed though is the followwing unfortunate pattern amongst females (strangers, acquaintances, and friends alike):
1) Boyfriend cheats on girlfriend.
2) Girlfriend publicly cusses out the "other" woman as well as her man.
3) Girlfriend ends up staying with her man.
4) Lather rinse, and repeat about 3-5 more times.
5) Finally, the boyfriend gets tired of fuckin with chicken heads and eventually wifes up his main.
And if it's not cheating it's something else. While I am relieved these men finally came around and give credit to these females for standing by their man, I can't help but ask myself, "Why did he have to fuck up 5 times when he should've acted right from the jump?" "Why be proud of being his main, when u should be his only?"
"When is enough, enough?"
There's a fine line between being a ride or die chick, and just being a dumb ass who allows herself to continuously get disrespected. Because growing up, I was also told to be the bigger person and walk away from a fight, especially one not worth it. But when are u "bowing out gracefully," as opposed to simply "giving up." How do we determine whether or not the fight is worth it? When do we know to hold on and when to let go?
Some say it's when u become indifferent. Some say u just know. Me? I have no idea. Shit. I fight with myself almost every day.
But I will say this. The next time ur at war, take a good look around and pay close attention. If ur all alone on that battlefield. If nobody's standing frontline with u. If u seem to have lost sight of what it is ur even fighting for to begin with, it's probably time to retreat ... or at the very least think of a new strategy plan. 'Cuz when it's real, u shouldn't have to fight so hard.
*EDITORS NOTE*
I was aware of Sade's new album but hadn't heard the Soldier of Love single 'till about 5 minutes ago and it's officially on repeat for the rest of the day. The blog totally wasn't inspired from it (I was actually debating on Soldier of Love or Gangster for Love but went with the war theme) but I'll take it. Sade's tax evading ass needs to come back to the Bay for a concert.
It's not the strapping up or patriotic speeches that send me into disarray. Nor is it dodging bullets that I fear. It's the knowing when to fight and when to surrender part that makes me weary. Because really, how the fuck do u know?
Hate to say it, but I can be extremely nosy at times. I probably know more things than I should. About people I don't even know. While I'm not particularly chissmossa about this shit, it's still a bad habit I need to get rid of. One thing I've noticed though is the followwing unfortunate pattern amongst females (strangers, acquaintances, and friends alike):
1) Boyfriend cheats on girlfriend.
2) Girlfriend publicly cusses out the "other" woman as well as her man.
3) Girlfriend ends up staying with her man.
4) Lather rinse, and repeat about 3-5 more times.
5) Finally, the boyfriend gets tired of fuckin with chicken heads and eventually wifes up his main.
And if it's not cheating it's something else. While I am relieved these men finally came around and give credit to these females for standing by their man, I can't help but ask myself, "Why did he have to fuck up 5 times when he should've acted right from the jump?" "Why be proud of being his main, when u should be his only?"
"When is enough, enough?"
There's a fine line between being a ride or die chick, and just being a dumb ass who allows herself to continuously get disrespected. Because growing up, I was also told to be the bigger person and walk away from a fight, especially one not worth it. But when are u "bowing out gracefully," as opposed to simply "giving up." How do we determine whether or not the fight is worth it? When do we know to hold on and when to let go?
Some say it's when u become indifferent. Some say u just know. Me? I have no idea. Shit. I fight with myself almost every day.
But I will say this. The next time ur at war, take a good look around and pay close attention. If ur all alone on that battlefield. If nobody's standing frontline with u. If u seem to have lost sight of what it is ur even fighting for to begin with, it's probably time to retreat ... or at the very least think of a new strategy plan. 'Cuz when it's real, u shouldn't have to fight so hard.
*EDITORS NOTE*
I was aware of Sade's new album but hadn't heard the Soldier of Love single 'till about 5 minutes ago and it's officially on repeat for the rest of the day. The blog totally wasn't inspired from it (I was actually debating on Soldier of Love or Gangster for Love but went with the war theme) but I'll take it. Sade's tax evading ass needs to come back to the Bay for a concert.
Fashion Monday ('Cuz I forgot Friday lol) - All I Want for Christmas
... is that damn Hellz letterman jacket lol. Rach better hope I don't fit hers otherwise I'm slippin her a rufee and stealing it from her closet! Other than that though, I got everything else covered pretty much (thanks to go-go dancing I have like 3 garter belts heyyyy lol). It's honestly way too cold for me to be wearing this shit stompin around downtown but this may be my Fame Monster outfit. I'll be sneaking in a flask and dancing like my life depended on it so I'm sure I won't be cold :) Get another rendition of this look over at Ladylike!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
You Tube of the Day - I Invented Sex
After reading about Trey Songz' "I Invented Sex," video and seeing numerous Facebook statuses (statuses? is that a real word? probably not. oh well) regarding it I decided to finally check out what all the hoopla was about. Honestly, I didn't get it until 2:18 which just so happens to be the same exact screen shot in the YouTube below. UM HI. He's like staring at me and shit. I feel like I should put on makeup or something lol. I'm not even a hardcore Trey fan but he can definitely git it. Ladies, if yall haven't checked out this video yet, early Merry Christmas to you! Fuck, I could use a cigarette right about now ... and I don't even smoke.
Which totally reminds me, I met Trey back when "Can't Help but Wait," first came out at what used to be Loft 11. It was a Tuesday and while there was people, it wasn't anywhere near packed. So much that I was able to take a flic with the man. Granted I ain't no chicken head but DAMN could someone have told me to slap on some damn makeup? Blot that hot mess of a face? Or at the very least BRUSH MY FUCKING HAIR? *SMH* There's some obsessed Trey fan out there hatin on me right now sayin I ain't worthy and she's probably right lol.
Hello Lover
Cannot wait to try this. Would've copped it last night at Lucky's when I was shopping for "essentials" until I realized I couldn't carry a 12 pack of beer and a case of bottled water at the same time. I suppose water is more essential than beer. UGH, I suppose.
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