Just being us.

Bitch is tiiiirrrredddd!

“Feisty little brown girl, raised in Brixton town, guuurl…”

She’s like the British Santigold. I don’t really love Santigold that much, but I’m a sucker for a black Brit…..DIIIIIIVVVVAAAA!

MPHO- Box N Locks

Lie to me

‘member!

Titties for summer.

PRECIOUS

I can’t wait. Tears were involved just watching the trailer…..

Jill, I feel you on this one.

LOVE RAIN

Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

Met him on a thursday,sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees

He was brown,deep

Said he wanted to talk about my mission

Listen to my past lives (Word?)

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy

Talked about Moses and Mumia

Reparations,blue colors,memories of shell topped adidas.

He was fresh,like summer peaches

Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy

Us was nice and warm,no jacket,no umbrella,just warm

At night we would watch the stars

And he would pyhsically give me each and every one

I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy

I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and

Miles between my thighs

Better than love,we made delicious

He me had,had me he

He made me tongue tied

I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts

I was his sharp, his horn section

His boom and his bip

And he was my love

Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

The rain was fallin and,and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes

And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest

And I was his faithful concubine

Wide open,wide,loose like bowels after collard greens

The mistake was made

Love slipped from my lips.

Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap

And us became new

Now me non-clairvoyant and in love

Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible

The rain was falling

And I couldn’t see the season changing

And the vibe slipping off it’s axis

Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato

The- rain- was- fall-ing- and- I- could- not- see

That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized

And left to drown in his sunny afternoon

Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody

Love rain down on me,on me,down on me

This ain’t no movie or a Tyler Perry play

I’m an actual fan of Fantasia. Like, not in a ironic, “she’s a mess” kinda way. In like a, “she’s a diva and i love everything she does” kinda way. She goes so hard when she performs and I love this video because she really goes there and nobody gets it but she doesn’t give a fuck. She does her!!!

It’s so easy to hurt others when you can’t feel pain, ain’t it?

Nina Simone has been calling out to me the last couple of weeks. Ray of sunshine, Becca posted a blog with some amazing videos of Ms. Simone doing things that no one else can do which got Nina on my mind. I’ve been hearing her songs everywhere. And then today, my dear friend Meredith introduced me to a perfect cover of “Rich Girl” by Hall and Oates. Nina breathes new life into that song. She takes a catchy pop song where it is easy to ignore the social message and emphasizes it with her classic rasp and dignity. I love her so much! She’s definitely a diva unlike any other! This version of “Rich Girl” is from a recording of Nina Simone’s performance at Town Hall. The striped down arrangement really lets Nina do her thing!

Rich Girl (Hall and Oates Cover)- Nina Simone 

HOMME +

I was flipping through Arena Homme + at a shoot today and I came across two really amazing stories. The first one had my pants bulging which isn’t too hard to accomplish these days, and the second one is a really beautiful portrait story of Rick Owens. He’s such a cool figure and his clothes are so ahead of their time ALWAYS. 

Click for the full story.

Click here for the full Rick Owens story.

 

And here is a cool video ShowStudio did to go along with the Rick Owens story.