Blue skies

Scott and Garance are in Sydney together, and the results are quite refreshing:


by scott


by garance

Peace up, AIDS down!

AIDS Walk New York
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Central Park
New York, NY

Deeefinitely on the RBaGenda. Be there, babygirls - and join my team!

Any small contribution you can make is greatly appreciated and much-needed.

finding my way back onto AIM

he: "and isn't it funny how after that night we were automatically friends?"

she: "that's usually all it takes - a drink and a song. at least in my experience ... "

he: "or just a drink."

Inside joke!

lily, mk & daria @ williamsonXh&m via GoG

Saturday Xanafternoon

WHILE the 1OAK set were yet again blowing last week's paycheck on sparkling rose and hoping for a Guest of a Guest tag at Merkato 55, a slightly more pleasant scene could be found up and across town at lovely Le Bilboquet, the Upper East Side standby (E. 63rd b/w Park and Madison) frequented by Euro regulars and ladies who lunch.

That's where Maddox and I decided to park ourselves last Saturday for some frites (obv), their delectable tartare de saumon, and a bottle of Beaujolais. It was a picture perfect afternoon - and the fact that Stavros and Evgeny Niarchos were at the table next to us didn't hurt.

A babygirl named Truth

A couple years ago, then-Sen. Hillary Clinton and Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee co-sponsored legislation to have a bust of Sojourner Truth commissioned and installed in the United States Capitol. The statue, the first of an African-American woman on permanent display in the Capitol, was unveiled yesterday at a ceremony attended by Clinton, Jackson Lee, Michelle Obama and Speaker Pelosi.

A pal, a confidante, and a true B(ea)G

This is a little late, and I know BeaG already received a whopping 180 second sidebar tribute from Boogie, but I have to give a serious fat shout to the inimitable Beatrice Arthur, who left us this weekend after 86 years of righteous hilarity. Golden Girls is easily one of my 5 alltime favorite shows (Dorothy's fashion-forward ensembles put Marc's latest show to shaaame). Latenight reruns on Lifetime (now on Hallmark) allllways cheer me up, no matter my mood, and its lighthearted comedy tackled many a serious situation other shows wouldn't dare address.

Bea's dry wit never ceases to slay me - peep it in top form as she brings the house down at Comedy Central's Roast of Pam Anderson a few years ago:



We miss you, Dorothy!

RBaGenda

Tonight:
6.00-9.00p EST
Helle Mardahl: The Largest Possible Audience
La Viola Bank Gallery

After Party @ Broadway East
Hosted by 66Sick Girls & AndrewAndrew

courtesy of toren

Tomorrow:
6.00-9.00p EST
PRE-VIEW: Parsons Fine Arts Senior Show
25 East 13th Street

10.00p-whenev EST
Thursdays @ Thom Bar
60 Thompson
Hosted by GBH Events

Still the Queen

I feel remiss that I've not been keeping up with Kim's run on DWTS, but from what I've observed, babygirl has been KILLIN' the game! As if we ever expect anything but the best from the Queen.

these just upset me

fuk is a digital book for?

isn't that like ... a computer?

what does it smell like?

what does it feeeeeeeel like?

all the goody girls back off us

talk abt things that cld not be improved.

STURM und DRANG

love like i know y'all can love.

mother's day may. 10. 2009

how will you celebrate?

look behind you, i'm bout to pass you twice

went back to decatur the other day
something like "lau, put the blender back in the closet for me"
and there in the closet lay:







and we just talkin' junior high.
fat shout to prep for prep!

be taller than your boyfriend

"shopping with her? we'd be there all day. i'd rather just buy her somethin'."

really doe.

and you would be..?

stop following me or introduce yourself. you can't have everything.
spotted at santos, happy endings, etc. any info welcome.

photo via sidneylophoto.com

invite me. i'm comin.

dear damon,

i will come to one of your parties soon. i promise. it's just that you always text me after a brutal day at work when i can't find my door knockers, or gold chain, or fingerless gloves, or spike heels, or studded leather jacket, and anything else just won't do.

i love you this much:

and i'm comin baby. just lemme get my shit together right quick.

love,
boogie

to do-

read black boy again
go to crowleyfamily5.com
stay dark
be more like susan boyle
stop ruining my belongings when i'm upset
edit
and look like the left when standing next to the right:

even though i put you down. and dont pick you back up for awhile. i will always, usually, come back.

my brother and i used to play a game. i'd point to a chair. "this is not a chair," i'd say. bird wld point to a table. "this is not a table." "this is not a wall," i'd say. "that is not a ceiling." we'd go on like that. "it's not raining out." "my shoe is not untied!" bird wld yell. i'd point to my elbow. "this is not a scrape." bird wld lift his knee. "this is also not a scrape!" "that is not a kettle!" "not a cup!" "not a spoon!" "not dirty dishes!" we denied whole rooms, years, weathers. once, at the peak of our shouting, bird took a deep breath. at the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "but you're only seven," i said.

from the history of love
which has taken me the history of life
to finish

Things That Could Not Be Improved

what's bronzed, red, gold and bossy all over?

literally glowing.
Black love is love love ... Love is love love.
something to test that moral compass.
And this ...

New York is gorgeous this time of year

"Oh... hey guys. It's just me."

Via Gmail with Boogie.

Preach

As a pastor and a former Miss California, I am often asked to interpret what the Word of God has to say on a particular subject. I am quite confident that God prefers that we human beings stick to speaking for ourselves. And yet there are occasions when God’s Word is used as a weapon, and I feel compelled to speak.

In the past few days, much has been made of the words of Miss California USA, Carrie Prejean. She stated that marriage is between a man and a woman. I write not in response to her opinion, but rather about her comments that followed: that the Bible condones her words. She said, 'It's not about being politically correct, it's about being biblically correct.' While this sentiment is shared by many who seek to condemn gay people and gay marriage, citing pieces of the Bible to further one’s own prejudice fails to meet the Bible on its own terms.

Most people seeking to condemn gay people point to the Book of Leviticus, where we read that men lying with men is an abomination. However, we rarely hear of other verses found in the book of Leviticus that are equally challenging. For example, Leviticus also tells us that eating shrimp and lobster is an abomination. And that a person should not wear material woven of two kinds of material—an impossible mandate for a pageant contestant!

In Paul’s letter to the community in Corinth we read, ‘For it is shameful for a woman to speak in church….’ And yet these words have not prevented Christian denominations from ordaining women, such as myself. Sadly, the Bible has been used to further prejudice throughout history. We have used it to permit ourselves to enslave people; to conquer and kill; and to denigrate the earth.

The truth is that it is difficult to know for sure the intentions of the biblical authors, but we do know something about God. Those of us who know God through Jesus of Nazareth know that he went to great lengths to express God’s love to people who were labeled as outcasts. He spent time with children, prostitutes, and lepers, all of whom were labeled as outside of the grasp of the Holy. As we continue to seek God’s vision for us as a nation grounded in a love for justice, I pray that we might move closer to the cause of grace.

- Rev. Nicole Lamarche

Words to live by (even if I don't)

“Maybe I’ll consider a makeover later on. For now I’m happy the way I am — short and plump. I would not go in for Botox or anything like that. I’m content with the way I look. What’s wrong with looking like Susan Boyle? What’s the matter with that? ... I’m just an ordinary person trying to make it as a professional singer. I really don’t want to change all that much.” -Susan Boyle




"I believe that computers have taken over the world. I believe that they have in many ways ruined our children. I believe that kids used to love to go out and play. I believe that social graces are gone because manners are gone because all people do is sit around and text. I think it's obnoxious." - The Coolest Woman Alive

The view in Barbados

You're welcome.

Is 140 calories a day too much?

...Cuz I'm on this new diet where all I consume is a can of Coca-Cola each day, and I feel like it's not really working.

The most glamorous woman in the world

Move over, Mickey - Andre's got a new style icon.

It's Cameroon's First Lady, the mega-fabulous Chantal Biya!
She was in Beverly Hills last night for the African First Ladies' Health Summit Gala, where she befriended Paris Hilton and sent ripples of diva envy throughout the Los Angeles area.
Boogie was right, trannies DO make the world go 'round!

o she somebody.

one more thing abt cancun

trannies make the world go 'round.

my blackberry's in three pieces right now.
i think it's best like this.

i'm talkin only for a night i wldn't wife her

LEMME GET MY THEME MUSIC.

i really believed him with this verse.

KNOW YOURSELF.

i'm at an important crossroads. there is a diseased epidemic spreading, making its way across the earth. it's called cruelty. and this shit is viral.

what is it that makes some people think that they have the right to treat others with anything less than respect? no one else made me. God made me. and i don't even understand the arrogance or self-importance that i'd have to feel not to realize that God made you the same way.

these people, these cruel, diseased people, prey on people who are kind and compassionate. probably because at some point, they have been victims themselves. so they identify others that they percieve as 'weaker', and they attack. they do this in any number of ways. most are cowards. so the odds are against you that they will ever actually do anything to your face.

they prefer cowardly means of confrontation. often involves a computer, a text message, a phone call, a whisper. other people, people like me, often find themselves on the recieving end. and then we must decide how to respond. herein lies my crossroad...

if we play ball, in theory, maybe it makes us just as bad as them. this is not because we retaliate against them. if you play with fire, you deserve to get burned. this is because to address what is often such cowardly, ignorant, cruelty with any of the same, you cheapen yourself. you get down into the mud, and you play with the pigs.

now, i'm not above it. i am only human. the rope that reigns me in and pulls me back isn't the mud. it's this feeling in my belly and my chest gets warm, and it grows, adrenaline rushes. then i buzz. i start to like it. i start to Love it. then i don't know when to stop. i enjoy it so much that it can consume me. and unlike these others, i'm No Coward.

i will step up in your face, Aziza. tell you to talk that shit and please lay a finger on me so that i can legally shove your face into the pavement. mush it down and press it around so that gravel gets stuck in your teeth. i'll stand in front of Siobhan and laugh. you can try to be me, but don't Ever try to take what's mine. the clothes off my back? not unless you are willing to fight for them. and now, Marie, the boy's baby mother, admittedly begging my boyfriend to fuck her.

'Marie, did you not know that we were still together?'
'i'm not going to lie to you. when you love someone, you love them. and i wanted it!'

after a few texts back and forth, unrepeatable without sensorship, i'm at a crossroad. i am tired. of fucked up. sad, pitiful, bitter, lonely, ignorant people. i am tired. of people trying to take what is mine. and i hope that everyone is reading this.

the next time that you try to take what belongs to me, you will have to pry it from my dead, cold, stiff fingers. and that includes my dignity. i am prepared to lose everything. everything? everything. for my dignity and my self-respect. i don't care how sad or pathetic you are. how old. how thirsty. or how broke. I KNOW WHAT YOU DRIVE. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. I KNOW WHAT CIGARETTES YOUR MOTHER SMOKES.

cross my path. try to eat off my plate. and i will make you famous. otherwise, stay. the fuck. out of my way.

Remember Aziza??

My wife went to Cancun

Evidently with little more on her To-Do list than "Cheat on Andre."

Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti

Come back to us, babygirl!

I hate you guys

But PLEASE don't stop looking at me.

sale!

my homegirl Clara of ClawMoney sent this my way and I figured I'd spread the love to our NYC reader base. Annie of CubannieLinks puts in WORK for her jewelry line and MadeMe stole my heart when it hit kloop a while back. Come one, come all!

See you fish heads tomorrow :)

Throw ya Loubs in the air if you's a true playa

Kendra!

First there were two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carries me man.

"...and the boots from Bottega Veneta cost an arm"

Bergies had a party for its new Bottega Veneta boutique last night. It was pretty fabulous.


Chanel & Arlenis, lookin' mighty righteous in head-to-toe BV

Does it go without saying that I was there?
To my left is my dear friend Amy Fine Collins.

Vintage DVF

"...I was a young princess, so I lived on Park Avenue and had some small children and blah blah blah. But we were a young couple, and fairly good looking with a nice title, so we were invited everywhere. We would see Andy Warhol, Halston, Diana Vreeland, Giorgio Sant’Angelo, and, of course, lots of Europeans. It was a movable feast: Gino’s and Elaine’s and La Grenouille. And I threw many dinner parties."

--from NYMag's excellent "My First New York" feature

A lovely sight

President Obama, speaking yesterday in Georgetown University's historic Healy Hall, named after Patrick Francis Healy, the first African-American(ish) president of a "major U.S. university."

Eurekaaaaa!!!

I found Mary-Kate!!!
Here she is trolling up 2nd Ave. in the East Village on Sunday.

Not really though.

i thought kim had it bad...

"Sometimes in life, you need a change," she wrote. "Something deeper than what you thought you were capable of ... Something that displays the 'I don't give a f---' attitude that was always present, but never showcased ... & something that will shock your mother, but make her call you a ROCK STAR."

yet somehow this still manages to get a bitch you're pretty tag.
the things light-skinned women get away with...
i can't.

running too fast to stop to listen...

Daily Extended: April 14, 2009

LIBRA

September 23-October 22

Valuable things can be found in some surprising places, so be very careful that you don't throw out the good with the bad today. Sort through the things that are making you unhappy. But remember that there could be something of worth in there, too. Perhaps there's some sort of lesson to learn? Be sure to retain a relationship, lesson, or idea that makes you a little uncomfortable right now, because those are the things that will prove themselves the most useful in your future.

i read 3 horoscopes a day. partly cause i think a little peek into his master plan couldn't hurt, and partly because well, some days, you need a little something. something to tell you it will be ok. i been praying that Susan's promise will come to fruition in one particular area of my life. if it doesn't, well... then hopefully i will find that one thing that we all have that keeps us afloat. i can't find anything right now but... there will be something for me to grab on before i drown. in the meantime, my dog licks my tears away when i cry.

quos amor verus tenuit tenebit.

my ex, for lack of a better term, and i got into an argument because he disagreed with my suggestion that i held him down the past four years. then proceeded to name 5 other women who apparently did a better job than i did. THEN after i became visibly upset, said he was just joking.

i paid for my own flight and accommodations to see him in a city i didn't know
i have always defended him when people assassinated his character, even though looking back, they were prolly right
i never forgot a birthday , the names of his family or friends.
i got him a gift for every birthday i've known him
i've listened when he needed me to
i never judged
i drove at odd hours in the night, alone
i chauffeured
i cooked
i supported from near and far
i sent encouraging emails, notes, letters when he was at his lowest
i let him use my cable
i wrote poems
i baked
i loved unconditionally

i did everything i possibly could to look out. so not only was the "joke" not funny, it was inaccurate and inconsiderate.

I say this to make the point that no matter how hard you think you are trying to love someone and show them how much you care, they won't see it if they don't care about you too. you can't save a nigga that don't wanna be saved, can't love a nigga that don't wanna be loved. i haven't loved perfectly because i've never been perfect, but i've loved with every bone in my body- including the bone on my foot where i tatooed my dedication to that love.

i thought i was doing the right thing... but you don't do anything for a man who won't do it for you. not only did we not function as lovers we don't function as friends either. i'm not sure we ever were either one.

i'm a free bird...

in the battle of white rappers, many of us expected eminem to come back and regain his status at the top... his new video turned out to be a big disappointment and I hate to say it but a member of my generation just may have lost his touch. my vote for white rapper 2009 is going to Asher Roth.

you may know Asher from his hit "I love college" but that's not what swayed my opinion. his latest collabo with a one perfect/imperfect cee-lo green entitled "be by myself" is what took Asher from one cult hit wonder status to WWW status. Listen for yourself:

Be By Myself (Feat. Cee-Lo) - Asher Roth


and if that wasn't enough to love him, ya boy is also a damn fool. check him out overstimulating us for april fool's day:

just love him.

Besties

"He's one of my best friends and was actually a huge supporter when I was in prison. He wrote me every week! I decided to buy a coloring book — I'm a huge Bratz fan — and I painted the Bratz and made them all wear Marc Jacobs, and sent it to him. He blew it up and framed it, and now it's hanging in his house. So Marc Jacobs is the best."

via The Cut, via something else

meet the parents

i soo wlda went to dj daddy's parties. he's so serious!

ma b, however, is not entertained. (amaris, check her camera game!)

(doubt these were taken at the same party, but just for fun let's say they were.)

We've come a long way, baby

Y'all know I'm a fiend for the ongoing Obama-Clinton opera, and it just warms my heart to see how things have turned out.

From increasingly bitter campaign rivals (here at a CNN primary debate last year)...

...to synchronized partners in the Obama cabinet (here meeting with Chinese President Hu Jintao last week):

And now we have this - the Prez and SoS on Sasha & Malia's PLAYGROUND together, just yesterday!

Snapped by the Root.

To be a fly on THAT picnic table, babygirls...

Can anyone tell me who this woman is???

She was spotted at the I Heart Ronson event at Bar Marmont looking allll kinds of fly. I'm just loving everything about her look: the glowing complexion, the light/fresh makeup, the easybleezybeautiful hair, the simple chic attire, etc. Click that babygirl to see for yourself.

Fat shout to Momma Fenty!

[clicktoenlarge]

Just look at that babygirl in red!!!
The matching LV sunnies!
The peeptoe stompers!
The GOLD!
And those strrreeaaaks!

A Night at the TriBeCa Grand

Is it weird that this is essentially what I want to look like...

... like, every day?

Over you.

sess, photo'd by terry for vogue nippon

so you just don't blog anymore?

nope. not unless... something like.... this happens:

i need a part time.

you see me in this truck?
happy dumpling tuesdays! (corner of 52nd & lex)

overheard at boogie's house

"they were cornish hens, donald, DAMN!"

I'm sorry, but THIS wig...

"just ran into erin in paris!" posted via tweetie

wasson and kass, jakandjil

I got a thing for matches

clockwise from left:
Macondo, Employees Only, Delicatessen, Indochine

can you spot the supermodel?

because i'm just dead.

like my first name betty

my girls perfect.

Take a walk on the wild side

My girl gives good shoulder

Brad, do you die?
- Oh, I die.

photo courtesy of Mme. Alt

Have a good weekend, babygirls!

It's SPRING, at last!

Sometimes...

...I really do love this bitch. (Wit' tha Margiela shades!)

i forgot how to post

and then i got invited to this party..
blake, you invited too! international pillow fight day

Topshop opened yesterday

...so Kate, J.Ho's extensions and I celebrated with an intimate dinner at Balthazar.

i can't feel my face!!!

been taking some new medication for a breakout.
woke up this morning.
looking like this:

suicide. watch.

Just heard this

...and now it's on REEEEEEEPEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!

It's coming...

HRH Michelle Obama

I thought I'd save you the trouble and do a little Michelle-goes-to-London fashion roundup, thus far:

Departing D.C. for Air Force One, the First Lady rocked a Thakoon coat.


After changing en route (!), she arrived in London in a Jason Wu dress, Michael Kors coat, and her go-to Alaia belt.


On their first full day, she wore J. Crew to meet with PM Gordon Brown and his wife Sarah.


On their way to meet the Queen, she wore another Jason Wu coat...


...underneath which she wore an Isabel Toledo dress and Alaia cardigan.


The next day, she wore a Jason Wu dress and Junya Watanabe cardigan.

There is OBVIOUSLY more to come...

[Also, peep this rather hilarious account of the first time Queen Elizabeth has hugged someone in 57 years.]

KING folded

i have nothing left.

Stress.

[Seated L-R] Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner and National Security Advisor General Jim Jones in London for the G-20 Meetings.

Saving the world ain't a game, babygirls!

fuck twitter.

chained to my desk. 6:19 pm.
lovely Phyllis, work experience princess, run -- run while you can!
it's light out now. nice to get outside before dark. feel like you actually have time to do shit. not just the time, but also the motivation.
perfection is my new obsession. it's the inevitable next step after your heart turns cold. you want everything to have perfect corners and primary colours and you want your whites whiiite.
then you start to like modern furniture.
and then you die. i kid, i kid.

not to worry. i still don't really like bras. so it's not prissy. it's perfection.
i keep hearing that beyonce song, Halo. and it's like - you know when a song is fucking following you around?! when you can't touch the radio or the tv without it jumping out of it? that. that.
and it's trying to make me feel all bad, bad, for being a block of ice. guard Berlin wall up. i'm breathing different air! but i like it.

so fuck off beyonce! get a fucking life and stop bothering me!

phyllis, lovely work experience phyllis, has read my mind and run away.
smart girl.

Morning commute

Riding on the 6 this morning, as every morning, trying to fit in a few more pages of A House for Mr. Biswas (month 6 and only a couple hundo to go!). Pull up at 42nd St./Times Square and my car is flooded with about 60 of the most righteous babygirls I've seen thus far. Probably first graders.

"Sit if you can find a seat!" shouts one of the at-least dozen (I hope!) chaperons.

My bench neighbor and I scramble out of our seats to prepare thee the way of the Lord.

"Asha, Raeva - voices off!" says another, pointing, while frantically scanning the car to survey the group.

"Scholars! Our voices are OFF," proclaims another, more or less addressing the whole lot of us. One babygirl looks at me with a finger over her lips, signaling silence. I return the gesture with one hand while doing my best to dodge her classmates and hang on to Mr. Biswas and the bar above me with the other.

51st Street - my stop. I'm herded out with the rest of the class. Almost want to stay back and make sure nobody gets left behind as they all line up against the wall, but I worry that it may look weird. Obviously wish I could snap a few Berry pictures as I envision this post, but the same worry prevents me. I can only imagine what enlightening field trip these little scholars are on, but there's little I'd like to do more than join them.

It was the best thing that's happened to me all week.

And though I'm mostly left joyful and invigorated, I'm also a little depressed. I know that so few jobs I could ever find would be as important as escorting these angels around the city, no-doubt in constant panic at the thought of losing track of one. (My sister teaches kindergartners in Spanish Harlem and told me that on a recent trip to the park she did nothing but count her charges, over and over again.)

I'll just have to keep looking for that same righteous panic, the kind that let's you know you're doing God's work.

Until then, you can find me and Biswas on the 6.