The Kim Cattrall Project

Something I’ve been working on is messaging Kim Cattrall, adjuring her to reprise her role as Samantha Jones. I don’t know what kind of hoodoo, voodoo, shit is going on, but literally every time I turn on an episode of Sex And The City, it aligns exactly with what’s occurring in my life. I finally realized it’s another synchronistic universal message, confirming and guiding me through life. Although it can be dated in regards to the multi-cultural tapestry that is in fact New York City, let’s face it, some people straight up only have white friends.
As a native to said tapestry I can attest to the fact that we haven’t come as far as we pretend, even NYC can be problematic in the neighborhood divisions. I mean this is the place that turned affluent black Seneca Village into Central Park, the inception of Robert Moses Projects project, taking homes from colored families for highways. I happened to be one of two black families (before I said three, but after serious discussion, it was decided my adopted ex-friend with his white mom didn’t count), to grow up on the Upper East Side. FYI my ex-friend is a Jewish, black, homosexual, I’ve grown up with combinations of complex people that I now realize are complete anomalies to the majority of the world. In fact my entire life is an anomaly. I too lived in a bubble, until the world gave me varying experiences of highs, lows, and people from all walks of life, not just mine, for me to see the full scope of things. So yes, Sex And The City can be a bit problematic (it’s not intentional), with the name plates and what not, but it’s still one of the greatest pieces of art ever created. Well written, apt and essential in a woman’s search for self.

I can truthfully say Samantha Jones changed my life. I was a Charlotte at one point, but used the Carrie in me to observe the discrepancies between gender expectations. It made me a bit of Miranda cynical, but then I said fuck the dumb shit and let my inner Samantha shine. No longer wanting the emotional restraints women are conditioned to have, denying ourselves pleasure to be subhuman to the patriarchy, I lived a very Billie, Sasha, Sex Life lifestyle. You know why? Because Samantha fucking Jones gave me the balls to do it. She gave MILLIONS of women that prerogative. Samantha Jones loved herself, giving me the courage to do the same. She was also the only one in the black club, ready to throw hands.

Sex And The City works better together, because the characters are so varied it allows women to be who they want and not some cookie cutter, dubbed a freakshow for wanting an identity of her own, however she sees fit. FEMINISM. The show is GROUNDBREAKING, the characters, cultural icons. Do you know how many times my friends and I STILL reference SATC, as it soothed some hardknock we were going through, no matter the ethnicity?
I implore you, join in, send Kim Cattrall a message on why we need her. A biologically tribal species, we need the band back together, for the sake of humanity. I rest my case.

*The photo of Ringo Starr and Sir Paul McCartney is only there so everyone can acknowledge Ringo is carrying the class. I love you Sir Paul, but blonde highlights, with that mustache makes you look like an adult film star. Give Ringo his flowers for this photo.
Watching The Beatles last performance always kills me inside, but everyone was swagged out af. “I Got A Feeling” hits different during that final concert. I can’t take another heartbreak, Kim Cattrall PLEASE! How did SATC impact you? What would you write to Kim Cattrall? Via: Gigi Engle & Golden Earth Boy

Happy Birthday Paul

Happy birthday to doe-eyed baby face Sir Paul McCartney. A legend, a genius and one of my favorite musicians. I can’t pick which McCartney creation is my favorite, but what’s yours? Actually no, it’s Blackbird, before realizing what the song is about. Just beautifully written, beautifully composed, I can listen to it forever. Simple and sophisticated. Via: Beatles Muses

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

Happy Birthday George

The quiet one. The spiritual one. My favorite one, I just loved his aesthetic the most (please don’t hate me Paul and Ringo). He never stopped writing, despite the lyrical genius of John and Paul, finally earning some credit with Here Comes The Sun, Taxman and As My Guitar Gently Weeps. I can feel the tension in that group, can you imagine presenting a song and having it rejected? He just kept going. What’s your favorite song? Via: 60s N Stuff

Flower Power Aesthetic

Flower power. If you love a flower let it grow, don’t pick it. Plucking it from all that nourishes it’s existence, for you to stare at it dying slowly in a glass prison. Can you think of people you picked, when you should have let them grow? Photos: Arron Nathan, Kaia Gerber, Doan Ly, Zoey Kravitz, Kim Kardashian, Ezgi Polat, Retro Hippies and Literal Trash 2004.

Supermodel 101: Jean Shrimpton

My love of art in all forms and the vessels who produce it, knows no bounds. All of which I’ll share with you. Teenage me went through this OBSESSIVE phase with the 60’s and 70’s, believing myself ill-fated for being born afterwards. I was suppose to be a swinging mod, a rockstar groupie (maybe in the GTO’s with Pamela De Barres shagging Mick Jagger). Even though the term supermodel was coined in the 80’s, I still acknowledge Penelope Tree, Donyale Luna, their contemporaries and the lady above, Jean Shrimpton folks. Her sister Chrissy Shrimpton was Mick Jagger’s ex-girlfriend, he wrote the song Under My Thumb for her. But I digress. Jean Shrimpton was the muse for iconic photographer David Bailey. The British model appeared on countless covers, helped launch the mini-skirt and was coined “The Face Of The Sixties.” Big baby blues, pillowy pink lips and a jawline to chisel ice, she personified the swinging mod. An icon folks. Which photo of Jean is your mood? Photos: David Bailey, Gianni Penati and Richard Avedon.