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Weekend Dreaming 01.30.09

I am hella tired right now...like, can hardly keep my eyes open here at work. This is crazy. All the ripping and running around I did this week has finally caught up to me.

It's been an extremely hectic and stressful week, but all things I've been putting so much work and love into will definitely pay off in the long run. I would complain, but I asked for this. I constantly pray and ask God for the desires of my heart and I truly believe that all he's doing is preparing me for what's to come. Early mornings and late nights. Business meetings and social events. Shaking hands and making friends. Extreme disappointment and unrivaled excitement. This is all merely practice.

Thank God for good friends. I love all you guys!

Schedule: Terrorizing the streets of L.A. tonight with big bro. Gym, running errands and catching up with some old friends tomorrow night. And Super Bowl Party at John's Sunday...That is, if I can manage to get some sleep! Haha!

Happy Friday people. God Bless you and good night!
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VIBE Cover :: Keyshia Cole

This cover is really, really, really, really, really DOPE!

That is all...
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The DAY that just keeps on giving.

4rm: "Baby"
As if I hadn't gotten enough already, my official birthday gift from "baby" finally arrived Wednesday night. I was way too excited. She got me a pair of the dopest red boating shoes from UO. I already know how I'm going to freak 'em. Perfect addition to my repertoire.

Thanks babe! Love you!

4rm: Sis
And... my sister Sontue and her husband, Jarah, got me a gift card for Hot Topic. I had to cop the Marvel T (w/ Spiderman, Captain America, Wolverine, and Iron Man) you see below. What can I say? I can't help it. I'm a die hard comic book geek.

Thanks sis!
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A Simply Social Event

Sunday, my friend Elle came down to my 'hood to treat me for my birthday. She told me I had to ready super early, so I had no idea what she had up her sleeves. I was thinking, breakfast at one of your run-of-the-mill restaurants or something, but I was dead wrong. She took me to brunch at Spaghettini in Seal Beach. OMG! We had the greatest time! I've never been to or heard of Spaghettini so I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The restauranted is hosted by 94.7 THE WAVE on Sundays. On top of having a full buffet of gourment food, you also get an entree, champagne, dessert and live jazz music.

The food was amazing! The jazz band was great! And the company was even better! We talked about everything from our dreams to past and present relationships. Afterwards, we went and saw Bride Wars with by future baby's mom Anne Hathaway. It was a pretty good movie. We laughed at almost everything. I think the other people in the theater thought we were crazy! Who cares?! LoL! Afterward, we copped some treats from a nearby candy store and munched on them like little kids.

Friends like this make life worth living. Days filled with great fellowship and laughter really do something for my spirit. They improve the quality of my life.

Thanks again Lala!!!!

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When my friends and I went out Saturday for my birthday celebrations, the good folks at J Lounge were having a special event hosted by The Confluence, complete with red carpet and pressboards. The minute my friends and I walked in, we got accosted (in a good way) by all the photographers out front. One in particular, a beautiful young photographer named Diane Abapo, asked to take my picture individually (see photo below), then she took my name. I didn't really think much of it at first, but then she found me on facebook and told me that she featured me on her blog, BASQUEWAIST. BASQUEWAIST describes themselves as, "Cinched waist, perfect taste. Four L.A. girls, one communal closet. Taking snapshots of outfits for your fashion profit."

Ahhh! So fucking cool! I feel a little like a celebrity. CLICK HERE to see the feature.

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Wood Wood FW 09

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Kris Van Assche FW 09 Sneakers

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How I Spent My Birthday :: 1.20 - 1.24

The day of my [historical] birthday, I took the day off work and watched all the Obama ceremonies on television with some of my closest friends. I really didn't expect them to make a big deal of my birthday because of what was going on, but I was dead wrong. I was bombarded with balloons, gifts, food and love!

Saturday, I invited all my friends out for an "80s Prom" themed birthday celebration. We started off at my favorite Indian food restaurant, Gill's, in Downtown L.A. It was freakin awesome! Most of my friends participated with the 80s theme - which was hilarious. A lot of them had never had Indian food, so I'm glad I was able to expose them to something new. Our plans for partying on the rooftop at the Standard were foiled, so we went to a local club call the J Lounge and had a blast!

I LOVE my friends to death! I know you're all reading and I just want to tell you that you guys are the best! I always assume that my birthday's couldn't get any better, but every year of my life proves me wrong.

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This is tragic...

VIA: Concrete Loop
Ervin Antonio Lupoe who had been recently let go from a Kaiser Permanente hospital in West Los Angeles, killed his wife, Ana, their five children: 8-year-old Brittney, 5-year-old twin girls Jaszmin and Jassely and 2-year-old twin boys Benjamin and Christian. He then took his own life after faxing a letter to KABC Channel 7 and calling the LAPD saying, “I just returned home, and my whole family has been shot.”

A suicide note found at the scene “indicated a business dispute” between Lupoe and Kaiser Permanente West Los Angeles Medical Center. In the faxed note to KABC, Lupoe said he was despondent over an employment situation. Both he and his wife were former employees of the medical center. According to reports, there were grounds for termination that did not come as a result of layoffs. Lupoe and his wife then made a suicide pact: “So after a horrendous ordeal, my wife felt it better to end our lives, and why leave our children in someone’s else’s hands,” the note said.

I was talking to baby last night and she told me about the same story that I ended up reading on Concrete Loop this morning. This is one of the saddest things I've read in a while. An African American family so deeply distressed about their financial situation that they decide to take their own lives and the lives of their children. Has life really gotten this bad for Americans?

The main topic of discussion for the past 6 months has been the economy. While I know the reality of the situation, I've tried to cover my ears about all the hardships. I believe in God and my President Obama. I know it won't happen overnight, but I have faith that things will turn themselves around one day soon. My prayers go out to this family and all of yours as well. No matter how hard it gets, keep the faith and trust that God will bring you through it all...

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10 Rules of Men's Style by Scott Sternberg

Scott Sternberg, the designer behind one of my favorite brands Band of Outsiders, gives Details his 10 rules of men's style. I have to say that his are probably the funniest I've read so far. Number 10 is key. Person style is just that - personal. Enjoy!

1. Opening a conversation with "What do you do?" makes you sound like a shifty, social-climbing dickwad. Small talk is for sissies, but if you're stuck with it, you can certainly come up with something better than that.

2. Talking about what brand you're wearing is gay in the bad way. Just keep quiet and play dumb if someone asks. Talking about what a great deal you got on the aforementioned item is worse. If you must, tell your mom, because she has sale empathy and will take your victory as her own. It's sick.

3. I don't think a tie is a relic, not yet. It's purely masculine—that one garment that allows you to go a little outside the box. A tie with a well-cut suit makes you look put-together and confident. It's an auto-chic, easy uniform.

4. Cigarettes are a vile, dirty habit. Joints, on the other hand, are perfectly acceptable.

5. Whenever you start a new project or a new job, don't tell anyone what you're working on, because it can change direction a million times and once you start telling the world about it, you get constrained by your own mouth.

6. That skin-toned paste your girlfriend gave you to treat your pimple is makeup. Don't kid yourself. You're a girl if you use it. Figure something else out.

7. Rabid atheism does not lead to attractive or acceptable cocktail-party conversation. You know who you are and you need to chill. We get it, okay? God is for dummies. Now shut your hole.

8. It's just not cool to fart on a plane, even if everyone's ears are plugged from the altitude and they can't hear where it came from. Heed my warning: Airplane-fart karma is a bitch, and you will find yourself at the receiving end on a sleepless transcontinental red-eye soon enough.

9. Style fills the gap between how you see yourself and how you want other people to see you. It is not a mysterious quality reserved for Cary Grant or Liberace. You have a sense of it in there somewhere. It's just a matter of finding a way to express it without seeming like you're trying.

10. Rules, as they say, are meant to be broken. Don't get too caught up with what I—or anyone else—tell you about your personal style, except for No. 8.
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The London Tweet Run

I thought this was stylishly interesting. This past Saturday a group of fixed gear riders rode from H Huntsman & Sons at 11 Savile Row to the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club in London.

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"The Weird Girl"

I was having a very interesting conversation with one of my boys the other day. The topic: What's your type? I guess the simplest answer to that question is that I don't have "a type." I just like women in general - tall, short, dark, light - whatever. I like 'em all. The thing that sparked the conversion was a concert we went to featuring a beautiful young artist by the name of Babystone. She's the daughter of legendary singer Sly Stone. While marveling in her beauty I began to explain to my boy about how I have a complex with "the weird girl."

See, if I had a type, the so called weird girl would be it. I'm so intrigued by artsy women. Off rip, they're the ones who always get my attention. I can't resist their essence. There's just something about a person who marches to the beat of their own drum and doesn't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. They wear their hair the way they want. They're not afraid to experiment with the way they dress. They're interested in other cultures. They listen to different types of music. Ah! I love 'em!

When meeting or coming into contact with women like Babystone, Kelis, Santogold, and Kesh (pictured above), I'm instantly smitten. I'll spend the whole night talking to them about "past lives and blue colors," to quote Jill Scott, throwing back drink after drink, dancing until my feet hurt and exchanging numbers when the lights at the club (or lounge) come on.

So I explain to my boy that this is the type of woman I generally am attracted to. He replies, "so what's the problem?"

The complex with "the weird girl" is that, unlike me, she's unstable. When I fall, I fall hard! And when I get to that point, my feelings usually don't waver. However, the weird girl is too much of a free spirit. One day, she's intrigued by you and eating up your every word. And tomorrow she's packed her shit and moved to India to join the Peace Corps.


Okay, but seriously, I get asked that question a lot, so this is my answer.

My type: "Weird Girl"

It's nice to flirt and look, but I could never take her seriously. I can't fall for her. She's a heart breaker.
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Paris Fashion Week :: My Favs from Scott

If you weren't already aware, Paris Fashion Week 2009 is in full swing. Every season I always experience a type of sensory overload because there's always so much to see and appreciate from the creativity of the designers. Seeing everyone's vision and take is a truly awe-inspiring thing.

Below are some of my favorite shots from my favorite street fashion photographer, Scott Schuman of The Sartorialist.