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
A throwback to this exhibit by Mat Maitland, coined the digital Warhol, using 2018 beauty trends on classic icons of the category. These timeless dime pieces didn’t need to be altered, neither do some of you. There is nothing wrong with modifying yourself if it brings you joy and gives you confidence. However there is a line that’s been crossed, you all look the same. I literally scroll through my insta explore page and mix people up all the time. Where is that thing that makes you unique, one of a kind, memorable? Also it’s aging the skin of young girls dramatically. Think, are you doing it to fit in? Are you doing it because you don’t love yourself? Are you doing it to be the object of another being, one that isn’t valued? Are you doing it to be someone other than you? Why? Shout out to Dame Elizabeth Taylor, we have the same birthday!
Quarantining hasn’t been difficult for me, as a writer and art enthusiast. Spending time alone to learn and create is the norm. Had this been say ten years ago, when I was constantly interacting with others, on the phone, out and about, anything to keep from being alone, unhealed trauma echoing against the walls of my mind, I would’ve gone mad. I’ve had my freedom restricted when I went to jail for 24 hours, I’m talking no phone, no water in the dead of summer, no cable tv, no ipad, no laptop, no idea what time of day it was…This isn’t that, so I’m Gucci.
My friend Tom direct messaged me, stir crazy, looking for sanity tips. I just couldn’t relate. We aren’t in Medieval times, plus pot makes many things enjoyable. I’ve been that person who validates themselves with the external and how productive I could be. The former led me to immense unhappiness, the latter took a toll on my health. Now my motto is if God took a day of rest after creating the world, who the hell do I think I am? Shout out to Pastor Donna for that little saying.
People should embrace being forced to do nothing, it resets you, recharges your battery, teaches you things about yourself. Everything happens for a reason, so find the purpose in this gift. Time is the most valuable currency and we’ve been given it in abundance, where others have not, how fortunate.
Even though I reflect daily, the world being forced to stop pushed things I needed to address to the surface, that otherwise would go unnoticed:
- Without trust there is nothing, no friendship, no business partner, no true romance. There were areas in my life missing this key ingredient, I still tried to make it work and now that it can’t I feel sweet relief. If you’re doing most of the work, if the person you’re working with is jealous of you, lies and doesn’t contribute as much, wish them well and move on.
- Money can’t buy you class, Luann De Lesseps was accurate af. Celebrities and celebrisites (parasites riding the backs of celebrities) who lack complete decorum. Classless swine, complaining of boredom, when there are people dying. This is a pandemic, are you kidding? Lady Di, Michelle Obama, Beyonce, Jackie-O would NEVER. It speaks volumes. Tacky, tacky, tacky. You can feel it, but you’re not five years old, have the discipline not to say it. Respect the people whose likes, follows and money have you sitting in a mansion.
- God’s rejection truly is a blessing. Thank you for preventing me from further interaction with certain toxic people, the list is enormous. May not have understood at the time, but boy do I understand now.
Are you taking this time to reflect on your life? Are you having trouble being alone because you’re not your biggest fan? Do you identify with the external more than the internal? What have you learned so far? Via: Soul Ection
Exhausted is an understatement.
One of my goals this year is to make money off my work, to produce more work, to leave a legacy behind. I won’t last, but my art will. I was guided to stay in on New Years in order to manifest what I really wanted. Week one in 2020 and I became the creative director for a bar and lounge located in Williamsburg. A dream job, the opportunity of a lifetime.
At first I applied like everybody else, but I knew in my soul this was for me, so I took the job. I went to the location, pretended I wanted to throw an event, got the owners personal email and pitched him. I fell in love with the space, it’s gorgeous and I want it to be seen. Immediately I went to work, because this is what I love to do. I am blessed and grateful. I got what I wished for! Yipee!
However, I am bone tired. When it doesn’t feel like work you keep going. So when it comes down to completing a flier, proper alignment for the website menus, scouting photographers, updating Saint Twenty, or sleep…I will choose to get the job done. This has left me fatigued. I haven’t redone my nails (which is my favorite part of every two weeks), I literally have to run out to purchase soap and lotion, I’m a sleep deprived mess. I’m a driven visionary, with the mentality of Steve Jobs. In the end it will all be worth it. Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it, the old adage goes. Now I fully understand. What do you wish for? What are you willing to sacrifice to live it? For those who have dreams fulfilled, was it worth it? Photo: No But Maybe