Tuesday, January 13, 2009

#265

day one hundred fifty four

potential birthday hair?

#264

day one hundred fifty three

you'd think for my first real date with sidney, i wouldn't be plain-faced with a bun and chucks on my feet.



*i was trying to keep my eyes open after catching the mean case of the itis. soy in les is the shiiit.

Monday, January 12, 2009

#263

day one hundred fifty two

i love my new manicure =]

#262

as much as i hate adidas, i love when the new quarter starts. here's q1 females look book:



and then the grandaddy of them all. jeremy scott is a genius. they're definitely a men's shoe for $200, which eats away 66% of my allotment. hmm, can we say happy birthday to me?



#261

more shoots [you may have to cover your eyes . . or not]:

#260

laying in bed. as usual.

i'm looking for tutorials on how to make a tutu. sid wants to shoot me in a poofy skirt mixed with some type of androgyny, and i want a tutu anyway. i need to go to the fabric district to get my tulle. i'm thinking black, hot pink, and purple. but mainly black. it's so convenient because it's literally a block away from sid's studio.

the birthday madness is in full effect. jessica, letrice, and i went fabric shopping on saturday to get my dress started. i finished the sketch [in color] last night. i showed a few people and they love it. as for everyone else: you'd just have to wait until the pics from that night are posted.

el has me super hype about my birthday now. i'm waiting to see what's in this infamous survival kit she's giving me.

sid and i are going on a real date this week. this should be fun.

back to birthday planning . .

#259

pics from the parental's vacation:


#258

day one hundred fifty one

fabric shopping in a snow storm? yes . .

#257

day one hundred fifty

my first burger of *09. jackson hole is the truth =]

Friday, January 9, 2009

#256

day one hundred forty nine

sidney's purple ribbon =]

#255

day one hundred forty eight

beauty shoots and black kisses.

#254

day one hundred forty seven

being locked in sidney's office leads to tattoo boredom.

#253

day one hundred forty six

mira mira food with naica!

#252

day one hundred forty five

the loves of my life came from new burgh.

#251

day one hundred forty four

i swear, i hate bergen beach buses.

#250

day one hundred forty three

fanta before bed =]

#249

day one hundred forty two

new year = new studio

#248

day one hundred forty one

i hate the fuckin' ferry.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

#247

 i'm still thinking about this thing called my birthday. here's the attire selection

betsey johnson





anne klein
forever twenty one
bebe

#246

i'm at the studio with sidney. usually i'm in a great mood when i'm around him, or even in the studio, but not today. i hate skinny, tall bitches. karla, don't give me that shit about kate moss starting the 5'7" thing and that marketable face business, because it's not working this time. i love this industry and i'm definitely not in it for the money, but in a situation where you rely on your looks to get you by--and you don't feel so great about that sometimes--what are you to do? there's a really great photographer called milkman, and he's shooting at sidney's studio for a new makeup line. they held a casting for three girls this morning, and might i say, their representation for the afro-centric side was atrocious. shorty's lucky i don't know her name. but any way, last week, sid and i were talking about getting me in for the shoot and he hit up milkman--and that thought ended there. [sidebar: i don't want to be the model who's dating a photographer for the perks and connections.] what can i say: my facial structure isn't the best and my skin looks like shit, my body has no definition at all, and all most photographers are obsessed with is my mobility and the fact that i'm a dancer. so my knees can touch my head; big whoop. sometimes i feel like i'm restricted to urban modeling, and those who know me know i'm far from urban.

my darling nakeya posted something on her blog pertaining to the industry, which i thought was so coincidental [or ironic, since i never use the two correctly.] she basically discusses ideal beauty: being tall and thin, small noses and lips, and protruding hip bones. then she goes on to describe the average black female, with full lips, curved hips, and fat asses. now nothing's wrong with that--everyone has their definition of beauty, but maybe i like the protruding hip bones. i remember over the summer, when my clavicle was protruding, mother dearest threw a fit. i loved the way i looked then. i know i've done some damage in the pass to get the body i want, but i don't regret it one bit. if i had the will power to do it again, i definitely would. yes, i crash diet and starve, but it works for me. i'm lazy--very lazy. so if laying in bed and not having the energy to get my ass up to find something to eat is my way of shedding pounds, then so be it.

lately, i can't begin to tell you the shit i've been eating. i've been on this arroz con habichuelas binge lately. i bought some last night with naica from la cabana. i didn't even eat half of it, only because i know i can do without having that in my system.

i swear i feel like crying, as if i didn't do enough of that yesterday morning. i just have a whole lot on my mind.

i'll be back later. i'm probably going to take a nap and cry some more.

Monday, January 5, 2009

#245


no words <3