Happy Birthday Michael

Happy birthday to the greatest pointer of all time. He may not be known for much, but at least he has that. My hero and my dream come true. Which Mick Jagger is your mood today? Via: Damasceno Sonia, Rock Music Shop, Getty Images

A Reluctant Star

Twelve. That’s how old I was when I signed my first autograph. Walking to Blair’s house on a humid summer day for our usual activities, blast classic rock music and peruse her mother’s closet of designer gowns. Never worn, once upon a time we looked at the tags and gasped, now we play a game.
Oscar De La Renta. Guess how much?”
Always round.
“Four thousand!” I yell.
“Wrong, six!”
We’re competitive.
“Okay my turn. Yves Saint Laurent?”
I watch as she compares houses in her head, both of us too naive to factor in the other variables that dictate value.
“Seven thousand!”
“Wrong, ten!” I gawked. Every week the collection expanded.
“What!” Blair, blond and sure of her estimate, saw for herself. The Doors play filling up gaps of silence.

He tore a piece of looseleaf from a spiral notebook, despite my protest that no I wasn’t a Disney star, or a child star, or a star of any sort.
“You’re going to be famous one day,” I scrawl my government as he insist. “I’m the first person to have your autograph, I’m going to save this, it’s going to be worth lots of money someday.”
Pleased he walks in the opposite direction, towards third, his forest green cap with ear flaps covering his brown curls. He was hispanic and at least 10 years older than me and three inches shorter. What a nut. I went on my way, long limbed and determined to conquer the avenues.

Twelve years later my shift at Blue Smoke ends. Thank the lord. Everyone is gagging, RuPaul is here and the staff is going wild. Unable to find him I make my way out of the Jazz Club. “You look great,” stunned I make eye contact with the legend.
“Thanks,” I reply, secretly wondering if he was on that stuff. I look disgusting, having not changed out of my work clothes post strenuous shift. We walk side by side, it’s familiar and telepathic. Lorelei, dark haired and pale skinned, stops us begging Ru for a photo.
“You come too,” he plucks the shoulder of my leopard print jacket.
“I always love a star.”
Originally in the middle, he rearranges us so he stands only next to me.

Flattered is an understatement, but I’m no star. At least I never wanted to be. Successful, yes, famous, no thanks. All those people in your business, expecting something I wasn’t willing to give. Yet, still it was told to me everywhere. The more I attempted to shrink myself, the more I stood out.

A reluctant star, that’s what I am. Such is my fate. And now it’s time to face it full on, so I’ll use it to better the world. How do you feel about fame? Via: Getty Images

Happy Birthday Stevie, Lenny & Lauryn

All killer halloween costumes, because their styles are signature. But can you identify the artist to the lyrics WITHOUT looking it up?:

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is to darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

You can’t hold God people back that long
The chain of Satan wasn’t made that strong
Trying to pretend like your word is your bond
But until you do right
All you do will go wrong

You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mind are entwined
Before you I was blind

Via: Dreaming Of Stevie, Getty Images & I Love Hip Hop 88

Shiny Disco Balls Aesthetic

Drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, bad ass Vegas hoes
Late-night booty calls and shiny disco balls

Disco, disco, disco, disco, shiny disco balls.

Which star quenched your thirst for disco fever? Via: Selena, Getty Images & Long Tall Angie

Mama Cass Flower Aesthetic

April showers bring May flowers; rejoice in spring with Mama Cass an iconic figure with an amazing voice. When I’m high listening to her sing it feels like my ears are being massaged in the best way. Just crystal. Which shoot would you recreate? Photographers: Henry Diltz, Jerry Schatzberg, Getty Images & Retro Hippies

Category Is: Changing Weather…

All black, or you’re disqualified. It’s that time, hot during the day brick at night. Which stay ready so you don’t have to get ready, should I wear a hoodie or jacket, I can’t wait til this weather sticks, look is for you? Via: Getty Images, Velvey. JPG & Shinko Music

Beatles Couples Who Coif Together

Two iconic couples. Two matching haircuts. Which one would you and your boo do, mullets or buzzcuts? Via: McEastman & Ron Howard Getty Images

Bare-Naked Bowtie

99.9 percent of women wear bowties with a shirt, typically tuxedo style with a white button down. That .1% belongs to Princess Diana, an eternal tastemaker. The minutiae of pairing a bold suit (it’s actually a skirt, I reimagined it) with only a bowtie makes this look standout. Perfection as always Lady Di. Bowties with bold suits, yes or no? Via: Getty Images

Corsets Never Left Though

Everyone keeps talking about corsets are here to stay…except they never left, sorry social media to break the news to you. Above is Diana Ross in the 1971, Gisele in 1999 and Madonna in 1998. Let’s all relax about this “new” trend. Who served it the best? Via: Getty Images

Happy Birthday Diana, Steven & Chaka

Yesterday your life was in shambles. Caught up at the wrong place, at the wrong time after helping someone out the cops mistook you for a criminal, the real killer fled the scene upon your arrival. Months, that’s how long they’ve been in pursuit of the culprit. At the precinct you plead your innocence, but no one believes you and you’re looking at 25 to life.

By way of miracle the guilty party is captured, you don’t know how or when, you don’t care either, you’re free after a frantic 24 hours. All the things you once took for granted are blessings, you’re fired up and want to celebrate your reversal of fortune. Diana Ross, Steven Tyler and Chaka Khan are all throwing a party on the same exact night, it’s their birthday week (HAPPY BIRTHDAY), each of them in the prime of their hedonistic behavior. You can only attend one and you really, really wanna do it up, who’s birthday are you going to? Via: Getty Images, Ian Dickson & Len DeLessio