In a Sea of Darkness...

When the World Ends in a Sea of Darkness, Your Guerlain Rouge 6 L'Extrait Lip Color in Envie, Could Act as a Beacon of Light

Ok, can we just talk about how long it’s been since I’ve written to you all? And really, I would LOVE to make up some excuses, (Because who really doesn’t want a little empathy for something that is their own damn fault?) but that would be totally unacceptable. I love this blog, and I LOVE all you who read it and contribute to it loyally. Also, basically, it had been so long since I’d posted I had to dig my WORD doc out of my external hard drive named Olga; I’m not joking, that’s her name. She’s a big burly warrior of a woman/cyborg/robot/machine. (Yes, Hunti!) So I’m back, get your Origin’s orange/ginger scented “hug” out the microwave, grab a soy peppermint mocha (oh wait soy's bad for you now, "skinny" latte with skim milk), your fur, vintage “typing” rings and bracelets (everybody has some of those? Right? For typing long documents…) a throw, just grab sumthin’ jesus and let’s bitch!

Taken from Jezebel's website from "Modesty Week" article

SO there’s been a lot of craziness going around lately. American Apparel’s perpetual bullshit…again.  Modesty Week,  (Damn….I missed it! Was that happening during the week we followed Karley Sciortino to San Fransicso?) and Joan Smalls got onto the cover of Brazil’s first “black issue” of Vogue. (So…are we not gonna talk about destructive standards of beauty? It’s like givin someone who’s having a heart attack a band-aid. -Here’ ya go!- instead of fixing the damn problem and then being pissed of when they sue.)

Taken from Slutever.com Sciortino's newest t-shirt campaign! The arty person in me wants to take a moment to compare the two garments, however, that would be off topic.

All that being said, I actually have to say, now that I have the self-percribed duty of finding something interesting to write about, I am surprised at how the end of the year is just totally uninteresting. I mean, it is as if all the taste makers just kinda wait patiently for it all to be over with. The rest of the world gets their sequin dresses (or satin sheath dresses- um Spanx), and holiday sweaters, re-runs of who died, who was born, best of's and worst stills played over and over again. It feels like the interesting people just give up until the new year.  (I mean "pre-fall runway', really?)  Ok so fine, but make it interesting! (-throat clearing- Style.com) Sorry, but no one really cares what you plan on wearing during the end of the world. In theory, we would all be too busy, dying. However, thankfully,W comes to the rescue with this delectable photo story! (An end of the world look book a girl can give a shit about!)

The shoot was styled by Edward Enninful and photographed by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, and it was to die for. 

Rosamosario Sequin-embellished silk satin bodysuit! Body, Body, Body! 

Valentino Garavani Shoes! Werk! 

and 

Carine Gilson Couture. Oh! My!

Natalia Vodianova gives us the fiercest! She is bringing it with the MOST fanciful, romantic delights, while serving us the end of days, boredom realness.  Please enjoy, because I know my ostentatious  "Ooooooooos!" and "Ahhhhhhhss!" were heartfelt bursts of yearning and absolute joy. 

Oh and before I leave you to gaze, can I quote one of the beauty notes? "In a sea of darkness, a blast form Guerlain Rouge 6 L'Extrait Lip Color in Envie lights up a room." 
Um, can I just say, "Yes, yes it does."

W magazine's web page:
http://www.wmagazine.com/fashion/2012/12/natalia-vodianova-water-ss#slide=6

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An Open Letter...

An Open Letter to a Woman I Will Never Know:

Photo found on Humans of New York  

Black and Silver twists and turns into a Silvery Crown.

Antique crystals, and diamond cuts,

arresting silhouette.

Slow fade from shimmering grey, velvety black to warm brown.

Thank you for being you.

Photo found on The Sartorialist

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Humans of New York

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The Sartorialist (found through blogluvin)

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Slutever Serves

Slutever Searches for Glamour and Give Us Everything

Images taken from Slutever

I have no clue how I got there, but I found Karley Sciortino’s online masterpiece for Vice Magazine, Slutever. Holy Shit. Whaaaaaaa, a commenter says, “vagspiration” and I totally agree. Stinging sarcasm leaks from the ode to Sex in the City web-a-sode that drops everything Samantha couldn’t have said and maybe didn’t even know about, at your desk and demands you admit that maybe you weren’t as “wild” as you thought you were. This little piece of heaven gives us another reason to be thankful for Internet self-starters.

Image taken from Jezebel

Also, Sciortino’s blog announces she’ll be writing an advice column for Jezebel. Um, thank you, because I would absolutly love to see more.  I find her advice to be pleasantly practical, humorous, and not what I expected to hear, which keeps me reading. For example, a concerned reader wrote asking about shaving her special, feminine areas. Sciortino wrote:

Don't shave. Shaving is for girls in spaghetti strap tank tops who love tanning and have that mysterious type of hair that's like vaguely crunchy but also somehow permanently wet?? (How the fuck do they do that by the way?) Seriously, every time I see a completely shaved vaj all I can think about is the skin on an uncooked chicken leg—you know what I mean? Like all fleshy and raw, and covered in little bumps. That is not glamorous. When a guy looks at your vagina you want him to be thinking about a mysterious cave of unknown pleasures, not how good it would taste with BBQ sauce.

The rest of this post is just as good, unless of course you are totally offended by this. In which case, I have to ask, Aren't there bigger fish to fry than a little bush?

Moving on, the show I’m posting here “Sex is Fashion” where Sciortino embarks on a quest for glamour, and the all important and illusive tips on how to have sex with the male models at fashion week. She interviews glam expert, Sophia Lamar to get the low down on all of the required etiquette needed to be a proper glam princess. If you have a minute I’d watch it, watch the whole damn thing, I defiantly had some Laughs Out Loud. If you love inappropriate humor, served to you fresh by a quick witted woman, you’ll love this.

Here's the trailer for the series, but follow the link below or click here to watch the video of Vice's page.

http://www.vice.com/slutever/sex-is-fashion#ooid=dtcm50NTqhQjJUivyHjQ-RPgEVaE_W40

Links

Jezebel

http://jezebel.com/5960651/sexytime-advice-endless-boners-bald-vaginas-and-internet-infidelity

Vice

http://www.vice.com/slutever/sex-is-fashion

Slutever

http://slutever.com/

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Young Rapunzel

I’m the New Shit, Boo, Young Rapunzel, Who Are You Bitch, New Lunch?

Freaking Azealia Banks, Yes Please!

Photos taken from Last.fm * 

I cannot remember the first time I heard people talking about Azealia Banks. I feel like she crept up on me and hypnotized me with her “why you do that do that do do that that that?” rapid, sharp lyrics. To be quite honest, I often think of my circle of amazing friends as being made up of a collage of misfits. Too cool, smart, weird, unique, or bold for the average populace, that being said, I heard people talking about her, but it took me a while to sit down and look her up for myself. But the first time I watched Banks kill it, in some sort of low budget masterpiece posted up on YouTube, I was totally, unequivocally, hooked. Obsessed even. (Not all of her videos seem questionably low-budget, however, I find those films with debatable quality to add to her appeal. I imagine Banks is  highly involved in the development of her image, with her own direction and styling, therefore freaking wonderfully perfect.)

I love how the cowboy hat keep making an appearance. Watch Luxury below. Oh and those gloves are bad!

She has, in my opinion, the ultimate potential to be everything ever needed in a black, female, hip-hop icon. I mean, she’s political, or gasp, has an opinion! She’s young, energetic, headstrong, and hopefully uninvolved in the bullshit politics of the record industry. Her style is courageous, distinctive, and fresh. Further, she seems to be happy to do her own thing. Mixing a sort of low budget DIY aesthetic with gay-glam, hood, high-fashion and girly charm and turning it into a witty mash that is uniquely her own. I am so excited by what she has to offer. It is refreshing from the used-up, sold-out, high gloss options we currently have in the main stream; that frankly are so predictable and laughable even, they belong on Saturday Night Live.

She was recently the cover story for Spin Magazine, where she is quoted saying,

“I feel like the rest of the music world has moved with culture, […] the hip-hop world is moving, too, but it’s moving in parts. The core of it is still stuck, you know?”

Ah, yeah, I do. And based on conversations I've had, and read in the blog-sphere and chat forms, anyone mildly concerned with social issues with a love for music does too. It did not escape my notice that Spin categorizes her as a “Pop” artist despite the fact that if she had some blonde or platinum tracks, was featured as some gross, rap man’s video bozo, and of course, less clothes (while also gyrating, how could I forget?) she’d be and emerging Hip-Hop, “Barbie-princess” candidate. (Like we really need more of those.) So maybe it is best to forgo the comparisons, because Banks really is in her own category. But to be frank, if Banks has to fall into the class of “Pop” in order to have commercial success while not fading into some overdone category, I think we’ll all happily take it. I find her to be a desperately needed addition to our popular culture’s creative portfolio. Long live Azealia Banks! 

"Liquorice"

"1991"

"Atlantis"

"Luxury"

Links:

* Last.fm-You can listen to music and watch videos here.

http://www.last.fm/music/Azealia+Banks

Spin Magazine's Story

http://www.spin.com/articles/azealia-banks-spin-issue-story

Azaelia Bank's Offical Site

http://www.azealiabanks.com/#!tweets

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