Vision of Love

You are the heart of my soul.
Every morning I rise and am so grateful to be blessed to have you smile in your sleep through the long hours of the lonely night, beside me.
I will always put you first because I know the rarity of your beauty divine.
I know that love is not easy to maintain, not your average 9-5.
It doesn’t take long for me to notice the glow you shine into my life.
Hold my hand and feel my strength, I would defend you with my dying breath.
I would rest still at your side and hold you tight without any hesitation of wanting to ever say goodbye.
I feel no shame in admitting that you have ignited the light that shines within me so bright.
I know that times will change, but my love will always remain as constant as the sun will rise again and again.
Not a damn thing will come between you and I. I promise to always try.
I would die for you, I would lay at your feet and cry an ocean if it leads me into the tides of your heart.
Without you by my side, I would be so scared of falling apart.
I would be left with the roar of my emotions and a ravaged, dented heart.
You allow me to see beyond myself and remind me that there is something that I was sent to make.
A home that I want to share with only you, my love. You are safe inside me.
With my two hands I will build the dreams that you wish to see come true.
Like a mountain glorious, touching the tallest of skies.
I will encourage you, I will forgive you for all your flaws.
I will confide in you, I will allow you to be my child.
You mean the world to me beyond the realm of what I can see.
You have touched the core of my spirituality.
It is with you that I want to be.
My love, you make it all alright.
Come close to me, I want to love you through the night.

"I'll Be There": Mariah Carey

These were the days when Mariah Carey was one of my favourite singers. Her vocals are flawless and her emotions are so powerful. Such a beautiful song with such a beautiful voice. This is the good stuff kids....love...

Fashion Icon Report: Spring/Summer 2008

Accessories make my life be filled with stylistic expression. They say Express Yourself. Well Madonna does and necklaces, braclets, earings, belts, hats, rings, scarves, head wraps and hair. I care a little more for my body because I can wear things that are not just for warmth. Brrr...winter.

I have been out to the malls helping a friend hunt for a wedding outfit for her trip to a wedding in Mexico. We all can use some sun after this winter, Torontonians come together. You feel me? I am slightly envious as I to am dreaming of a beach and a daiquiri. But I have compensated for my envy by treating myself to a couple small pieces of art fashion. Mama loves her accessories!

I am happy to report that the season of fashion forward is looking very BRIGHT! I love the colour. I am glad to see the sun come back out with the colour.

This years spring/summer trends seem to be revolving around an array of bright shades. Floral print will be the trend to appreciate, as it is being executed with more of a fun-retro feel to it, more loopy and large, as opposed to 1973 tacky couch, Tabi business. Remember that pattern is to look sharp and display an abstract appreciation for looking casual and sleek and fun. Not a bad combination.

An split between 1940's and 1970's inspired colours seem to be dressing the racks. I have seen many more bold abstract pieces of both clothing and jewelry.
Green, pink, orange, fuchsia, yellow, orange, cherry red and lively shades of red and blue and grey. Gold and silver can add a sparkle of fancy to an outfit. Charm bracelets, amulets and earrings that are not as heavy as a more neutral tone, winter jewelry choice. There is an appreciation for fun pieces and eclectic flare. Wooden jewelry has become more visible on shelves and show appeal to those who want a piece that connects organics to fashion. Bling can get heavy in the summer and wearing our earth seems pretty hippie cool to me (0:


However you look at the season of fashion ahead it not as flat, un-inspiring and toneless as the last few seasons of collections and the blindness and boredom they created for my eyes. I was about to use my Donatella panic button!

Form fitting continues to be a classic trouser cut. But don't feel afraid to try and wear things that do not stick to your body. Sometimes a little left to the imagination can peak the admiring eye of a stranger. Remember we go from really cold to really hot. You do not want to have a sweaty crotch, embrace a pair of handsome cotton or linen pants. Clean lines and nice tailoring to show off your most lovely form is what I recommend.

In shoes many wedges, flat sandals (I really like those reminiscing the style of Athenian fashion). More prominent thicker heels, rather than stick heels and more focus of form than on the embellishments. Rich colours and items with more individual personality for its wearer to actually rock.



Don’t be cheap if you desire to look confident and stylish, but don’t buy based only of brand. Look around at different stores and weigh your options, there are pieces to choose from for Spring/Summer 2008.

Clients LOVE Fridays!

Tell me why it is that clients love Fridays to drop bomb shells on you?! They, like ginger kids, have no soul. The interesting part of working in the production industry, is gaining an appreciation for just how long it takes to set-up, shoot, record voice overs and edit (mix and add supers, when necessary). Their passive- agressiveness to pretend that they do not hear the realistic timeline to recieve a quality product is fasinating. I never fail to be amused by their mad demands and their stingy pockets.

Why do they choose Friday? Because they want you to have no life and wither away until your fingers bleed.

All I need to say is BA-HUMBUG! Here's to all the little people in the world that slave away to make the big people happy! TG feels for you. I need a joint.

Back to work.

Chiaroscuro

Knock knock.
She opened the door.
In flash of light, I see something that is beyond my understanding of instinct and control. I nudge my friend in the arm. He knew I was paralyzed.
I am frozen by how much I can feel my thighs start shaking at the sight of her.
Like out of my dreams, smooth, black and with raw wisdom in her eyes that attracts me to her like a moth to a flame.
I am speechless and enticed by her beautiful, Medusa hair, and her masterful presence.

It is impossible; she could never fall for a woman like me.
I am extraordinarily tempted to want to tell her how much she has shaken my world, but now is not the time.

I think it was fate. I felt the roots of her intertwined with the ribbon of my desires. I did not know how to act, I knew that I felt. I wanted to kiss her. I was shy, but this was different. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I didn’t want to get her out of my head.

Eventually, we sat on her couch. I with my hands folded still neatly, yet my thighs still contorting with some sort of a possession at the thought of her being beside me. This could not be true. I somehow built up the courage. I wanted to kiss her.
Our lips met, my heart skipped a beat.

Sunrise. I was smiling in bed thinking of her the next morning. I could smell her skin. I could feel her luscious lips, her breathing me in like perfume on a satin wrist. Everything about her from the moment I first woke up. I smiled. I did not want to bug her, she is always a busy bee. I needed to tell her how she made me heart sing.

She was singing when I caught her. How could I tell her she made me skip a beat? I told her and I waited to see her face again. She is a busy bee. I knew this was impossible. She does not have time for a woman like me. I wish she did.

Who’s there?
Comfort and condolences.
I loose something that I will never forget. I carry it in my heart shaped pocket.
She feels what I feel, she tells me so.
I feel love.
I feel sad.
Comfort, I wrap up tight in her arms at night, on the couch. The space is small, but the scent of her makes me want to explode with gratitude.
She was there.
A composition of darkness.

Where do we go from here?
Swept away from you.

Pariah

I want to suffocate myself. I don’t want to breath anymore. I have no friends left, no one left that I deserve to ask to help me open the door. I am as lonely as a girl can be. I walk up all alone and realize there is nothing left inside this plastic terrain of me. Something has gone terribly wrong and now there is no turning back. One thousand beautiful colours of rainbow from yesterday are now shaded in black. Though I am young, I know now that the palm reader was true. I will not live past a young age, I will not make it through.

I know that each day the sun will continue to rise, with renewal that there is no turning back. Only an understanding to uncover your volatile past. But I have succumbed to knowing that I am not a woman of steel, only a loser that can’t stop but feel. They are all gone, I am surely alone. Only children remind me that I must fight the pain of my sadness and pity, even if I have lost my own way. Back on to the playground with your head up. Here, now I sit and cry, for I know that my heart is a tissue torn that has been cursed to never be geared to reverse.

Everything has gone to dark, even on the brightest of days. Don’t look at me for hopefulness and happiness, for these are distant feelings that are now a passing gaze of my younger days.

If I died tomorrow it is not because I did not love you. It is because I am too lonely to understand how to be without you. I have a family that is broken, though we are still one. I can’t seem to escape the leash of hereditary insane, there is no glamour in shame. I have come undone far beyond repairable control. Now watch me fade into an inspiration of a woman that once lived with such faith, who will be remembered for all the mistakes she continued to make.

I need to reach out all the time, I can no longer stand alone. What a tragedy for a woman who alone once was a whole. I am divided and conquered. I am no longer a glass half-full, I am a glass half-empty. I am no longer a wise mother, I am an illiterate slave. I am no longer a teacher, I am an idiot dancing around with imperfect grace. I am no longer a lover and I am definalty not a fighter. But I still manage to have a damaged soul.

I always thought that I could make it through, I have such a strong mother to look up to. She is a survivor of displacement and personal pain. Born under the same energy and sky as me, but I am not as brave as she continues to be. For it is me I no longer want to be. It is me that has become so weak and bowed down to the face of defeat.

I submit my body, down on my knees I beg for you to stop all the pain in me.

Project Runway, Season 4 FINALE!

YAY! That is all I can say. This season had the most innovative and exciting challengesto-date and the designers were amazing! I don't wanna give anything away, but I will say that the elegance, homage to historical fashions were merged efforlessly by the finalist.
Gillian makes beautiful clothes that make women feel lovely and modern. She did grow on me as the season went on. She is very American.
Rami is a perfectionist and a bridger of culture and fashion. His work is delighful colour and his craftsmenship skills are incredible to detailing.
Crisitian is FIERCE! This little lesbian-haired gay is only 21 and creates pieces that are worthy of haute couture on European runways. He is a complete showman and this powerful collection is a blend of masculine and feminine presence, shading lines of gender and sexuality. I would wear him anyday....SWERK!

ENJOY! Here is the final minutes of the last episode:

Term Twister: PIANO BUTT

What is Piano Butt?
Piano butt is formed by sitting at the piano too much from a young age. The result is that your butt is manipulated to take on the form of the piano bench that you sit on. Yes, you literally become one with your piano through the impact it leaves on your butt. Piano butt.

Characterisics of Piano Butt:
One hell of a flat ass. Even if you started with some junk in your trunk, it becomes pressed into a whole-lota-nada. Can be mistaken as a flat white person ass, but you must see beyond the keys!

Example of Piano Butt:
A prime example is Alicia Keys. As much as a fine-ass woman she is, you can't but help but wonder what you would have for desert, what you would hold on to when you give it to her penitentuary syle.
I am conflicted, though I would still like to hide under the piano and eat her while she sings and plays to me. Gulp. Talented musician or no ass? Burn that piano I say! If you got no ass, I ain't got time for you!


I still love you AK.