Big ups...

How happy am I for my boy, Phillip Lim, gaining a nom from the CFDA/Vogue fund for his line "3.1 Phillip Lim."

I of course use the word "my" very loosely....

In other first world news...

This just in: Prince is officially on the market and ready to be scooped up! Lucky for me I'm dead-ringer for Miss. Vanity--like, around the eyes. Holla' at me, P, when you get off tour!....
Word is that "Miss. Toni Childs", played by one, Jill Marie Jones, will NOT be returning to "Girlfriends" this Fall! I suspect foul play. I'm not naming names or anything, but that diva/drama shit is hereditary, no? Ms. Ross...would you like to make a comment at this time or should all inquiries be referred to your publicist? But seriously, wtf is up with "Girlfriends" not being on DVD yet? I am so sick of the "SATC" DVD value meals that come out like, weekly. I want some "GF" reruns I can watch with my Moms when I go home to visit. Damn....
Here is the c.d. cover of Kelis' upcoming LP, "Kelis Was Here." I swear, that girl is just inventive and nuts and wonderful and we were clearly separated at birth. She's like fucking King Midas: everything she touches, just turns to gold....



Here's a little candid of B, my new-found BFF: love the hair, hate the outfit...par usual. If I had her kind of money, you couldn't pull me out of bed unless you were going to immediately put me in some Marc Jacobs or Phillip Lim or Stella McCartney. That's just how I roll.

I Heart Smashley

Well, well, if it isn't Ashley "Smashley" Olsen on the cover of Nylon lookin' all indie/hipster chic. I cannot hate, though. The girl is a fashion icon, if we like it or not. Am truly a happy girl that this whole homage to derelicts is over and done with, however. Was getting quite tired of little white girls throwing on cashmere blankets and ratty Havanias, and calling it "a look." Sounds like a result of neo-liberal guilt, no? Dressing up like the help to somehow equalize the playing field? Hmm.... Anyhoo, must track down the threadbare white tank she's donning in this photo-shoot. Afterwhich, I will sport with my skinny black jeans and rosy pout. Wavy hair and forlorn gaze, optional.

1.) Sweat, 2.) Grind, 3.) Pop music

It's so odd to say, but summer is over. While cats in Queens have been without A/C and power for a week, I've been dreaming of Loeffler Randall knee-high boots and Phillip Lim cashmere sweater-dresses here in Brooklyn. I know I'm not alone on this one.... Although, artists have been dropping amazing music WEEKLY which keeps me breaking out my denim cut-offs. Whenever I hear any of the tracks on Nelly Furtado's new album, "Loose", I can't help but shake my ass in front of the mirror. Ciara's new track, "Get Up", is just sexy and fresh--though, some have unjustly dismissed it as "One, Two Step 2.0". Pharrell's new album, "In My Mind" was leaked last week and I've pretty much fallen for every song on the album; "Raspy Shit" and "Young Girl" are fun and transportive, and if listened to closely, thinly veiled accounts of our relationship. Weirdly, I've already played out Justin Timberlake's (a.k.a. "My number one white-male fantasy") "SexyBack." Don't get me wrong: the record is sick, but it is equally monotonous, so even if you hear it once, you feel like you've BEEN hearing it. Jessica Simpson's new joint, "A Public Affair" is unadulterated bullshit; too bad, because the video is fucking hi-larious. Haven't paid much attention to Miss. X-tina's, "Ain't No Other Man" single or her derivative homage to Marilyn Monroe; everything about this album seems so forced and the result of cultural pillaging. Not a fan. My secret indulgence? Fergie's leaked single, "London Bridge", from her up-coming solo album. Judge me if you must, but it's ridiculous; it makes you want to sweat and grind and that's really all I request out of a good pop track. Rihanna's, "S.O.S." is still amazing and I laugh everytime I hear it, knowing already-washed up Christina Milian passed on that song. A little less bitchin' about Nick Cannon's cheatin' ass and a little more singing will do, Miss. Milian.

Breezy, easy Thursdays

Hum-drum goes my life. Thank goodness for minor celeb-sightings:
**Had lunch (like, culturally) with supermodel, Jessica Stam at my favorite Mexican food spot in the city, La Esquina. Jessica: not that skinny; not that tall; not that special. Her career success amazes me, considering we are practically the same height and weight--and no one is handing me ad campaign offers. Always get her and Gemma Ward mixed up, which is bizarre, considering Gemma is light years beyond Miss. Stam. I think it's the alliteration of their names that confuses me....
**Had a chai with Doug E. Doug (oh yes, THE Doug E. Doug; don't front!) at my favorite coffeeshop in Fort Greene. He's got the "neo-black soul" thing down pat, with the baby, unpicked 'fro and thick "Poindexter" glasses. My favorite barista was encouraging me to talk to him, but y'know, what DO you say to a cultural icon like that? I mean, how do you at all begin a conversation about "Cool Runnings"?

Bass...Uh...Hi Hat...Uh...808...Uh...

So I took a little hiatus from writing and I apologize, but y'know, a girl's gotta' work and play and sometimes blogging impedes those things from happening. Though, I mean, who am I kidding? I could blog at work. Fuck, I SHOULD blog at work considering how big of an outcast I am, y'know, what with being twenty-three and having a fast metabolism. Shocking, just SHOCKING that thirty-year old women would hold that against me. But hey, at least I came to resolve my issues with Beyonce and actually became friends with the broad (like, culturally). Yeah, you heard it right: me and Beyonce...no more beef. Though personally I would lay off the blonde hair dye and the matching, coordinating, Mama Knowles original wardrobe choices, I think Beyonce is amazing, and she's years beyond every one of her contemporaries. I am genuinely happy for her and Jigga, and y'know, there are only so many beautiful stars of color who have as much clout, that I gotta' respect. And y'know, if a girl wants to rock a chinchilla now and then, let her. Just let her. Don't pounce on a girl when she's trying to order some sashimi rolls; that's just tacky.