up for bat

the governator is live in columbus now with the whole mccain family goin' hard for johnny mac. i've not heard a better closing argument from mccain himself. sort of surprising to see him be so partisan, but he does well.

he just ended his introduction with "the mac is back" and welcomed mccain as the next president. riiiigghhht.

whenever i have a jr....

he better look just like this.

this is totally discreet...

how many orders would you like boogie?

this is the woman who made me gay!

once and future

i need a wig. like this.

right now.

this is my friend shelly

and well...

the polls show

obama winning 70- 29 percent in non-white districts all over south florida.

is it november 4th yet?

i love you, hilda

3 yrs ago, amaris and i were spring breaking in DR. we wanted some ice cream late night, so we scoured the land in her cousin's boyfriend's truck in search of a haagen daz. on the way, the boyfriend (let's call him jontifico, long for jonny), was playing haiti's finest mix tape. below is what caught our ears:



we jacked him for his cd, played it for the rest of the vacation--all the way back to LGA, and ain't never been the same since. from one hilda to another: remember this shit, ma!?!? i want it played at my wedding. BANGER.

(joie, i see you tappin' that foot. don't deny me.)

my look for tonight

happy halloween, snitches!

EVERYone's in West Africa these days!

From my new landlord:

I want you to note that I am a kind and honest man and also I spent a lot on my property that I want to give you for rent, so I will solicit for your absolute maintenance of the apartment and I would want you to treat it as if it is your own. Due to my job as a missioner I spent less time in the States so I could not get a hold on any Realtor to handle this rent issue, although it was when I knew how long we are going to stay in West Africa that I decided to rent out the apartment.

However, the initial plan was to sale out the apt.which I tried, but sometimes the agents inflates the price and it takes longer to sell. I also want you to let me have trust in you as I always stand on my word. I’m giving out the property with such a reasonable amount $1400/ month and the security deposit is $500,utilities included because I am only paying God back for his kindness and mercy over me and my family with what I have, that`s why I asked for such a reasonable amount.It's also a pride for me to work for him as a missioner.

I will like you to drive by to the building at your convenient time to view the exterior of the building for you to know where the apartment is located,though you can’t view the interior because we have the keys here and also the apartment security is tight,if you are found roaming about the apartment you might be inferred by the securities,so you can just walk by or drive by for now,then when we send you the keys and document you can now view the interior and move in.I hope you understand,get back to me with your final decision or Call me now on this number :0112348037022402 or +23480337022402 to know how serious you are.

gettin' dirrty in n. currlina

Liddy ain't fuckin' arrrooouuuund, y'all!
The NC Sen. and former prospective First Lady went straight for the soul of challenger Kay Hagan in her latest ad.

No surprise, given the hasty selling of her own soul but months ago.

In perhaps her most offensive act to date, Liddy tried recently to name AIDS legislation after the late Sen. Jesse Helms. You may remember Helms as the man who explained his opposition to HIV/AIDS research funding by saying the disease was a result of: "deliberate, disgusting, revolting conduct...We've got to have some common sense about a disease transmitted by people deliberately engaging in unnatural acts."

Anyway, from Politico:

Sen. Elizabeth Dole’s latest advertisement suggests her Democratic opponent, Kay Hagan, is a godless heathen.

“A leader of the Godless Americans PAC recently held a secret fundraiser for Kay Hagan,” the 30-second spot says, showing footage of the group’s members talking about their atheist beliefs on cable news.

“Godless Americans and Kay Hagan. She hid from cameras. Took godless money,” the ad concludes. “What did Kay Hagan promise in return?”

At the very end of the ad, a voice sounding like Hagan's says: "There is no God."

The ad is airing across North Carolina.

The ad bases the charge on Hagan’s attendance at a netroots fundraiser on her behalf that was hosted by two advisers of the Godless Americans’ political action committee. According to its website, the group advocates for atheists' rights.

Hagan is holding a press conference with her pastor and family this afternoon to rebut the charges. Hagan is an member (and elder) at the First Presbyterian Church in Greensboro.

UPDATE: Hagan just held a conference call, where she said she was "appalled by Elizabeth Dole's vile tactics" with the ad, and threatened a lawsuit against the Dole campaign to force them to take the ad down.

“This is politics of the worst kind. It is so unbecoming of a woman like Elizabeth Dole," Hagan said. "This is a fabricated, pathetic ad... Is Elizabeth Dole that desperate to keep this Senate seat?”

Hagan added that the voice saying "there is no God" at the end of the ad was not hers, and was a voice impersonator.

Oh, Liddy... Babygirl, pull yo' shoes up.

something about today...

made it really really hard to get through.


"And so it goes that I never meant to hurt you
couldn’t stay but I never meant to desert you
whole lot a things I just had to work thru
time to heal and restore myself worth too
confrontation of my fears and anxiety
cried a whole lot years I suffered quietly
and though it may have taken years I can finally
...tell you that you were always on my mind."

wait just one minute

lauryn hill was at a book signing for martha stewart?
in new jersey?
with her children?

all while i was...
not there!?

found my halloween costume

JUST in time!

double fab

which look is fabiola giving you here?
a) j @ the office?
b) boogie on the town?

i'm getting a tasty combo of the two.

besties

whitehot shoshanna and adorable charlotte

via parkave

i'll preface this

with that it may come off as lame or unpopular given all the excitement around Obama and sentiments which i've personally expressed with such passion and fervor around his potential as president. at the expense of sounding like i've contradicted myself, i'll start with this. of late i've read the papers, listened to the news, engaged friends and family about Obama and his global and economic platform. upon closer consideration, i don't think he has it all right. while I agree Obama's election would represent change and set a precedent that is unmatched in our nation's history - which is great - i am less than impressed by what this will be at the cost of.

for one, Obama has defended his position time and again about how to make the US a world superpower, threatening the use of nuclear weaponry in places like Iran to defend Israel. And while he has supported taking troops out of Iraq, he has defended the position that we should place more in Aghanistan to fight the "right" war - quite frankly, i don't think this is the answer. I am nervous about the damage that has already been done particularly in third world countries,to children and families who are subscribed to misery and horrid conditions in order to barely survive. it seems ever moreso that in order to thrive, capitalism, will always be at the expense of oppressed third world victims and black people and immigrants in our country.

my solution and the solution of dozens i listened to being echoed at a forum on "making revolution in the us" at the schomburg research center in harlem yesterday, is that we need something better. something outside of a global capitalist, expoloitative structure that has seen 900,000 Black Americans imprisoned (a tenfold increase from 1954) and 48% of black men in the U.S. currently unemployed. There has got to be a better way to effect the real change our country is in dire need of.

before yesterday, my perspective was limited to the solutions we are offered by promising candidates like Obama and qualified by other "wins" we've been able to accomplish over the past decades. and while i can acknowledge and recognize that we've come a long way in a half century as a nation, i think we have the tools, solution, and manpower to step it up as conscious young people.

with that said, i am blown away by the young energy around elections and moved by the masses who've demonstrated this time that parties aside, this election will be monumental in our history for what it means. yesterday i had to curb my enthusiasm to consider an alternative. maybe 2 choices aren't enough in november..

i'll be at a discussion tomorrow (10/28 @ 7pm revolution book 26th bw 6th and 7th)hosted by revolutionary communist party leader bob avakian to learn more...visit revcom.us for a snapshot of what this group has to say.

things that are important to me:

hot dogs, mani/pedis, barack.
christy. andre.
love.
chewy.
5 years.
bananagrams, guac', and red wine.

i want bangs!

naw i'm playin...

[title]

the thing abt feeling like this is that 2 yrs ago, it wldnt have felt like this. that's, i think, what fucks me up the most.

being overwhelmingly upset, but knowing the reason you're upset doesn't warrant any of that anger, is sobering. crippling. UPSETTING.

my hairstylist texted me last night at 2:30 am and said we'd have to reschedule today's appt. okay. it's unprofessional, inconsiderate, transparent as hell, but there are other days to get my hair done, and other things to do with that free block of time i now have. shit, andre's here! the logical response. the real response: tears. doubly angry--mad at her for cancelling, mad at me for taking it so personally, and...c r y i n g. where they do that at?

blake wrote this to me awhile ago:

I was thinking about it last night on my godawful commute home from work. About how even though during those times we felt so much sadness, anger, frustration, hopelesness ... we had each other around to make us laugh about it. I can remember laughter at the best times And the worst times. and that is what makes our friendship so extremely exceptional, meaningful, wonderful, valuable. i have not laughed hard since we left the vineyard. not the screaming, stomach hurting, doubling over kind. not even close. and i miss laughing like that soo badly.

the thing abt feeling like this, is that 2 yrs ago, it wldnt have felt like this.

two years ago, on a lonely sunday, at 8:00 am, i wldve been at blake's door. in mel's bed. on jeezy's floor. cry-laughing. on the receiving end of a "bitch, please, get a grip" walking to wisey's for breakfast, maybe having a beer with my eggs, and forgetting abt what got me up at 8:00 am in the first place.

if that wasn't enough, there was always tilden. i cld go to her class, exorcise my heaviness through my fingertips onto the keyboard, call it a "creative writing" piece, have her love it, have me feel...lighter.

or, myante. i'd be seeing him the next day at tutoring, basking adoringly at his childhood, having him say shit to me like "martin luther king is the president of washington, dc.," captivated by his reckless abandon, as we sat and read over cheese & crackers, 'til aftercare was over.

waking up this early, this uneasy, this bored, and having the first thing that comes to your mind be, "damn, everybody sleep. no one's next door. no one's across campus. shit, niggas even in different time zones," gives me heartache.

but somehow this isn't all about georgetown. this is abt my past (the things i lived for) and my future (the things i want to live for) being so close, but remaining an armstretch out of reach. im pregnant with ideas abt how it'll all turn out.

what my career will be. what my wardrobe will include. what part of the vineyard j's, blake's, and my house will be on. what he'll look like. how many tattoos he'll have. what our sex'll be like. what i'm eating for dinner. how much of my salary will go right back to prep for prep. how hard i'll fight for my friends. my loyal, loyal friends. what business school in london will be like. where vacation #4 with amaris will be. what 250k+ feels like. how official all this shit is.

do you even feel me?
im going back to sleep.

buy me THIS?

somehow there ain't womens, bg. sorry. just get me this.

buy me these?

andre?
please?
love you?

the jimmy we kno and love

i'm not mad at this. and i want that shirt he's wearing.

i'm liiiiiiiike here

table for 2

i'm gonna devour these kids. raqui will be my guest.

jordyne got her nipples pierced.

boyz

Okley Leslie who stars in the film is almost like the poster boy for the line—why did you choose him?

Because he is beautiful, and doesn't know it. He's too busy hunting shit I've never heard of and eating it raw and stuff.

-MIA on playboy/garbage collector/model/pirate Okley Leslie

de nunez.

note to Lee:

delores NEEDS this.

Godly

this photo is just really giving me what i need:

the dried leaves on the ground

the little fairytale plaza/forest

the gold chain mail

the chanel bag as clutch

the crazy boots/leggings

sort of just autumn high fashion perfection.

garancedore.fr

I just couldn't not...

But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem...

The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings

Donatella get your babygirl some help. this is hurting my soul.

BG does look pretty sharp...

I'm sure by now most of you have heard the latest political fashion scandal, in which the RNC spent nearly $150,000 to glamorize Gov. Sarah Palin (a few 50K tabs here and there at Saks, Neimans and the like). Well, now babygirl is fighting back - and she's dropping the H-bomb:

"I think Hillary Clinton was held to a different standard in her primary race," Palin said. "Do you remember the conversations that took place about her, say superficial things that they don't talk about with men, her wardrobe and her hairstyles, all of that? That's a bit of that double standard."

The problem is, babygirl, Hill bought her own clothes (or perhaps got them gratis from good pal O' de la R.), rather than bankrolling them with the low-dollar contributions from "Joe Sixpack"s across the country.

mo' mobile art

you already know carine, karl & jules were in the house.

meeting of the gods

babygirls were on oprah today!

and from what i caught, they mostly talked breakfast.

ash has ny bagels, scooped out and "double toasted" (O asked).

mk has omelettes.

momma O is rollin' low carb these days (surprise, surprise) with a hardboiled egg and sliced avocado.

i KNEW you'd wanna know.

on my morning walk,

i dropped an earring.

i found it though.

at what point....

should i end it all????

"The mother of Lil Wayne’s newborn son is a University of Cincinnati student named Sara. Sara is 22 years old and met him 3 years ago at a concert. She ended up going on the rest of his tour with him and the two have been off and on ever since." -via ybf

I also was in a 3 year "off and on" relationship. And now as I enter the halfway point of a startling SIX YEARS of schooling... I have.... -170 dollars (plus s+h) to show for it.

If you need me, I'll be on the ledge of Gewirz @ Georgetown Law.

Remember way back?

When I had the red and black lumberjack, wit the hat to match?  

And Eve was still famous?  

Those were the DAYS, tho!

Well, babygirl is back like cooked crack and looking just smashing at the NYC opening of Mobile Art, the "Contemporary Art Container" designed by Iraqi-American architect Zaha Hadid, featuring public art inspired by the iconic Chanel handbag.  You know, Amari put you on MONTHS ago.

Well, it's now open in Central Park's Rumsey Playfield!  I'll be taking my wife within the next week or two.  It'll be open until Nov 9.  Free of charge, but you'll need a ticket.  All the info you need, courtesy of your babygirls:

Hours

Mon - Thurs, 8:30am - 6:00pm

Fri & Sat, 8:30am - 9:00pm

Sun, 8:30am - 8:00pm

*Last entry 45 min before closing

Directions

From East: Enter @ 69th & 5th Ave

From West: Enter @ 72nd & CPW

NYers, don't miss it!  And don't worry, Bleezy, it's comin' to you next (in May!).

Also, check out photos from the fab opening celebration.

on tupac.

dude: now tupac just make dead people look lazy. i know real people that ain't got no job wit the recession and shit, and here tupac stilll workin'. that nigga fully employed

a: i want a deal. i wanna be the next tupac

i like hustle cereal

and so do the cats that ride the 1/"shuttle to Grand Central"/6 train with me daily. i love the spirit of rush hr. the people. the smell. the warm subway pole. mhmm..

while on blog-vacation for a few, i joined the community of commuters. for a few hrs each day im a part of the underground. wake up. brush. out the door. paper. wave at the paper stand. wave at the mta booth. talk politics en route with strangers.friends. speak quickly. walk even quicker. im a member of the mob. a part of the mess.

i build commutership...

together with misfits, snot nosed children, grannies, nannies, my peers, and more, i ride downtown each day. it takes me about an hour to get midtown and then to the east side before i get down to business. as. usual

...we talk about team building at work, and networks.

i like to think of my newest team as made up of a crowd of familiar folks who share my commute.
if i could build our franchise i'd call us: the hustlers

dude i saw today with a duke hoodie sellin' starburst (tropical only) would be MVP.

Hipster high fashion: Dos & Don'ts

GO, GIRLS:

erin wasson & rosie huntington-whiteley
@ the new burberry store opening in los angeles

NEVER THAT:

leelee sobieski, arden wohl, & some other mess
@ the whitney museum studio party

Images, as per usual, "courtesy of" Style.com

on a lighter note

i voted for obama-biden last friday!

and it felt gooooood, babygirls.
many states have early voting, so get to it!

roboslur

my home in ohio just received a robocall from rudy giuliani (remember him? neither do i), on behalf of john mccain and the RNC, because we "need to know" that barack obama opposes mandatory minimum sentences for sex offenders and drug dealers.

since when were mandatory sentences even an issue in this election?
and where, exactly, in the constitution does it state that presidents even make these decisions?

barack obama.
sex offenders.
drug dealers.
black people.
willie horton.
barack obama.
sex offenders.
drug dealers.
black people.
barack obama.
sex offenders.
drug dealers.
black people.

read: barack obama is too black to be president.

my expectations are never too high for any republican campaign, but i thought john mccain was too big to sign off on these classic, tired racially coded last-minute attacks.

paper trail

you left a bunch of sapsucker r&b on my iTunes, but all i wanted to hear was the gangsta rap.

i'm okay with this

am i late? i can't tell.

maybe i just want too much

these are brilliant to me. new and old.
i need a camera, stat.
someone learn me how to shoot.
major props to W.

y'all kno how i feel abt loyalty...

and to think i was JUST tryna figure out what my next tattoo was gonna be...

tatts: marc jacobs and friend. via lb.

he's dope, and i don't even think he smokes

im likin' this muffy.

"i'm doing events now"

a bitch gets a promotion and don't know how to act.

can one of my team members explain to me what magazine this is from???

monday morning

start your week off right with heidi and johan!

please say the "baby"

or shall we say, please save the baby?

been bangin' this all afternight

baby momma b

after the tears, i opened my eyes long enough to focus and squeal "maaaaaa!" and grandpa.
the most righteous babygirl that you've seen thus far.

i CANNOT

[the following via text message]

anon to amaris: i miss eating you out baby
(10 mins later...)
anon to amaris: oh that was not 4 u

shiet, mane

any thoughts?

how about...

i am ashy

i am married

i am a white woman

or something like that.

mama we made it.

l to r: Nai, Shon, LBoogie, Bleez, Pers

that'll be 60 bucks

meet me on the dance floor.

need.

as in NEED, babygirls.

he did that!

colin powell endorses obama.

this my shit

so fucked up

correct me if i'm wrong, but none of you self-centered biddies wished me happy bday yesterday, did you?  

i'm over you.

i have an identity crisis

am I a 57 year old white woman??

"I was a senior, and I had been dating guys in jeans and clogs and T-shirts," says Jill, "and he came to the door and he had on a sport coat and loafers, and I thought, God, this is never going to work, not in a million years. He was nine years older than I am! But we went out to see A Man and a Woman at a movie theater in Philadelphia, and we really hit it off. When we came home, we were standing at the door. During the seventies, usually the guy was groping you at the door—I don't think that's changed, really—but he shook my hand good night. And I went upstairs and called my mother at 1:00 A.M. and said, 'Mom, I finally met a gentleman.' "

-Dr. Jill Biden,
Professor of English
Delaware Technical & Community College

i just don't know

i saw this photo and thought, this is exactly what i want to look like when i kill you. i want a cigarette at the rim of my nude lips, mid-afternoon sun bursting through the window, smokey eye, black bra, me stunning... and you dead. except, i want to be 82 and you 91. i want you to leave smiling, with me on top. and something in my face should say, if you had to go... i wouldn't have you go any. other. way. we are like the intersection of good hope rode and minnesota avenue. we are looking at each other but still manage to neglect our intersection. we're hurt by years of neglect but we are the center of a lot of things we're scared to acknowledge. we need each other to give the traffic on our hearts other places to go. mine from a highway, 295 faces, going too fast and on their way somewhere else. yours from side streets, less faces, traveling on foot... they took a longer time to get to their destination, but they didn't stay. each used us as a place to put their trash. used us to feed them, entertain them, service them... and they were just passers by. we like to deny that we need each other but without our corner, who would we have to take our past shit out on?

when i look down on you after you die, i want us to be smiling at each other. because after all these years of traffic between us, you know that without me, things just wouldn't be the same. and no matter how we're used, they couldn't get to their next destination, without us. and if only we could tear down the bullshit, and build monuments to our intersection, we wouldn't have to wait until you died for me to gaze at you, cigarette at the rim of my nude lips, mid-afternoon sun bursting through the window, smokey eye, black bra, stunning- because we would see that this, right here, right now, is history.

you think that you dont have to ever quit
you think that you can get away with it
you think the light wont be ever lit
it's almost over now, almost over now.

going strong!

agy and alby,  still an item.

a stroke at anna wintour's house - imagine that!

it'd be blasphemous to pray to her right?

and is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see Rih?

virgo loves her libra

"i had a dream that we bought weed with mel and you wanted a receipt from the drug dealer"
-pers' to lboogie, 10.15.08

i had to write abt uncle karl today at work. after doing extensive research, i found out he's also a virgo. explains too much.

i stumbled into my apartment to find clean clothes, tea packets for my cold, a new pair of blk suede booties, and a post-it on my mirror that read "love you, punk." all courtesy of momma b.

apparently my dad was here too. all he left was the toilet seat up.

you didn't answer my calls. or my email. but 'kinha wrote "honey." and erased all that other shit.

my best friend sent me her favorite redtube clip. it was amazing. and involved no penis, some tittays.

i cooked, cleaned, enjoyed the mirrors in my house.

i'd pay $1200+ for this silent studio in any life.

someone explain to me

what's REALLY going on here!?

shut up, bitch, gargle

look like she got on a championship raaang

WIPE ME DOWN

i know you're probably wondering where i've been ....

working my ass off to afford this sweatshirt. ...
not there yet bitches!
but back. back.

take that, take that, gimme that

madge rocks karl's pistol-heeled stompers in nyc

...which i would use to pop j.mayer for that monogramouflage duffle!

fire with fire, RBG-style

lboogie: 300 absentee ballots in new york read "barack osama" and they're saying it was an honest mistake
pers: lies!
lboogie: yeh girl
lboogie: it's on concreteloop.com
pers: so i can expect a John McCoon ballot

:DIES:

what we did this weekend

quick quest'

just what the F is (fellow gtown alum) julia allison?

i don't really get it.

this is what a first lady looks like

little people, big world

just me and my bitch

me and lboogs

4 more weeks - KEEP GOING

on tuesday night, for the very first time, i volunteered for barack obama.

i've been holed up for a few weeks at the family compound in ohio, the swing state of swing states, so i finally decided to go to a neighborhood phonebank. not that i ever had any doubts about whom i'd be supporting or anything, but as mccain/palin has gotten ever more shameless and my mom recently received a "muslim obama" smear email, i figured i could no longer stand on the sidelines.

it can be disheartening when - in an election that will decide the future of our global economy, environment, national security, and the opportunities available to us - some are so intent on brushing the issues aside to scare confused, undecided voters into thinking barack is too unlike us to lead us. but to paraphrase the man himself, "i can take 4 more weeks of john mccain's attacks, but our country can't afford 4 more years of his failed policies."

this snippet from babygirl's DNC speech always gives me a boost. after all, i can take a few more weeks of phone banks and the occasional door-to-door canvassing, but i certainly can't handle 4 years of mccain/palin in the white house.

by the way, what have YOU done to help elect barack obama president? as you may have heard, this is NOT a game.

too much

...'cause there's nothin' like a multi-thousand dollar sonia rykiel sweater on the runways of paris to convince middle class swing voters to turn ohio blue!

Cookie on me for every order you place

Dear Richard 

To move forward, you sometimes have to look backwards Otis Spunkmeyer Cookies are back! Based on your responses from last weeks survey (you can still take the survey it to receive the coupon code $3.00 off your next order over $20). 

While supplies last... Every order gets a Free Otis Spunkmeyer Chocolate Chip Cookie on me. These cookies are baked fresh nightly and are the perfect thing when watching TV or relaxing at night. Right now we have Chocolate Chip / M&M / Triple Chocolate (my favorite) in stock. We will be rotating flavors in and out based on season and our mood. As always, send ideas to matt@dcsnacks.com

See You Late Night, 

fashion rocks

wangsta's playlist for his s/s'09 show:

Kelis, “Handful”

Foxy Brown, “Hot Spot”
Santogold, “You’ll Find a Way”
Busta Rhymes, “Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See”
N.E.R.D., “Lapdance”
Jay-Z, “Jockin’ Jay –Z”
Stereo MC, "Connected"

pretty fuckin' fabulous, no?

don't call it a comeback

i'm sure you all heard this on the episode before last of the hills, but i couldn't let any of our babygirls not be up on the new brit!

::whips out notebook::

my only problem is... they didn't show the car. and well, where's the fun in that? further.... watch ya back dora panties!

i like y'all

and you in the back, too.

bow down, snitches...

...then GET UP, bitches! it's new FITDEE!!!

righteous anger

you've just GOTTA watch donna brazile let loose about race and the election on a panel for the new yorker. i haven't seen babygirl this worked up since the day in class after don imus's legendary hate crime. it's a righteous thing to behold. and yes, she was my professor at gtown.

we're goin' forward... and come with us!

work!

sessilee walks lanvin,
moves up

one shoe

3 years later, i finally found j's mysterious stolen shoe!!!
galliano fedexed it straight from paree.

thanks, phyll!

what tag could be more appropriate?

what in the wet n' wavy hell....

is going on?

register to vote today!

so diddy can return from zamunda...

i'm moving soon

which means a welcome/housewarming celebration isn't too far off!

you could get me these "inside out champagne glasses" for the occasion.

double fisting, fashionista style

heyyyyy, Wangsta

wave

and she don't stop

(Heyyyyy, Bazaar)

I love to see Miss Tyra doing some real fashion now and then. Here she is rocking a Mahogany-inspired shoot for V Magazine with up-and-coming nexttop Sessilee.

legends

demarchelier, carine & the nyt's bill cunningham

http://blogs.lexpress.fr/cafe-mode/

thanks, toren!

touch the sky

http://www.garancedore.fr/

thanks, 'dre!

words of wisdom

So in all your experiences, what have you learned about men?

They are not to be trusted.

What have you learned about women?

They are fabulous.  I love my girlfriends.

What have you learned about rock stars?

They like to stay up late.

And artists?

They're twisted.

What have you learned about the English?

They like to drink.

Americans?

They're a bit square.

The French?

They're rude.

The Russians?

They're sexy.

Italians?

Bisexual.

What have you learned about money?

I like it.

kate moss, via Interview

jesus loves even you

i risked my life posting this, ho!

you always hear stories abt the woman who started out haaating her husband. she never wanted to give him a chance. their first meeting was a flop. he wasn't even her type. she was over him before he even spoke. but then slowly, magically, she unclenched her buttcheeks, lowered her nose, and relaxed her nigga please-lifted eyebrow. finally she was able to see the man she wld grow to love. to actually see him in all his beauty. his splendor. she re-met the man who would make her smile. and by smile i mean laugh 'til it hurt. she eased into his intelligence--his poetic insight, his ability to always see a situation for what it is, and for what it ain't. he let her peel back his many layers--she's still peeling to this day.

we do what we do and we do what we live

she love this way 'cause she got it as a kid

i'll be the first to admit i was that uptight wife who almost lost her shot at love.

once upon a time i looked the other way when she walked by. now, i bbm her frantically for her approval when i've met a guy. i call her, indignantly, for law advice when i feel like my realtor is beating me in the head. i gchat her, incessantly, when baby mamas get a hold of my work number. she tells me, in her 5'2", 100-lb glory, "i'm on the next bus. i got my knife past security." when you're embarrassing urself on facebook, i'm forwarding her your tragic photos. when bleezy and i are paranoid abt tick infestation, she hops in the shower with us, clad in her barely-there bathing suit, and turns it into a photo shoot. she'll even get stampeded by a bunch of DC-bred savages at Love just because you wanted to see ricky ross perform! i don't know the last time i've gone a day without speaking to her, as i insist she be inserted into my life in some way. even if it is just to hear her ubiquitous, "hunnie!" that immediately sends me into a tizzy.

pers is the only one i know who can be watching porn on someone's iPod in class for abt 30 mins, then look up from "ebony honeys unleashed," unfazed, only to shut down the previous 15 comments from her classmates with thorough, poised, and poignant commentary on the lesson. she is the double consciousness 2008--half coon, half genius.

but more than that, she'll love you even if you're unworthy. perhaps, especially if. never selfish with herself, pers gives and gives to her beloveds in a way that is sisterly, honest, and unassuming.

i am appalled that she has entertained the idea of class today--everyone knows that we get holidays off. i'll have to hold off my birthday dinner planning and organizing until next week, but you BEST believe it's goin down:

HAPPY BIIIRDAY, BABYGIIIIIRL!