Friday, January 13, 2012

Shut up.

Every once and a while,
a fashion magazine will publish an article that acknowledges the obvious fact that low self esteem of body image are at an abundance in our country.
To attack any self abusive beliefs,
the writer will post positive thoughts and photos of women loving their bodies.
Any positivity towards women of all body types,
is something I wish every article in every magazine had.
However, on a side note, I have one quick comment.
For those of you who choose to respond to these articles with statements such as;
"If this article is saying you should feel pretty at any size, fine. But don't tell me you're obese and healthy. We have a twisted sense of what healthy is in this country and an even more twisted sense of what people are allowed to say about it."

Maybe you should work on loving yourself.
Because, quite frankly,
if you did,
you really wouldn't give a danm about the caloric intake of other women.

Just sayin.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The writings on the wall.

With it being a new year and me growing back my hair and trying to find inspiration...
what better way to find it than on the walls of my own city?
I took a bike ride with a lovely friend all over the city and snapped some colorful shots that will be affecting my wardrobe immediately.
Check them out...

Partner in crime.

I don't think I can say it enough, but...
I love LA.

If you need some more convincing of the genius behind graffiti art,
check out this video clip of my new obsession.
Two Angeleno ladies;
Zulu Nasty and Ms. Vita,
breaking it down in front of the Macbeth wall at the Little Tokyo Arts District.
Pretty ladies dancing in front of graffiti?

WARNING: No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get the video to fit my screen, so for the full awesome effect, I recommend you press HERE.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Aint life grand?

I have this image of myself.
I've had it since I was a little girl.
In fact, I remember when it first occurred.
It was at the movie theatre.
I was 10 years old and I went with my sister and mother to see the film "Great Expectations".
About a half hour into the film, I saw my future.
Dressed from head to toe in eccentric beads, jewels and fabrics,
a stunning Ann Bancroft saunters through her antique mansion as Ms. Dinsmoor.
Dancing extravagantly to "Besame Mucho" and sucking you in with her sheer confidence and advanced style.
I can promise you here and now,
that I was the only 10 year old wishing that I'd be Ms. Dinsmoor when I grew up.
But I wanted it.
And everyday on my path to growing and budding fashionista,
I feel like I get closer and closer.

Whoever it was that started convincing society that getting older meant having to care less,
should be shot.
Not by an actual gun,
but maybe something that hurts almost as bad.
Someone else who may stand behind my opinion is blogger and creator of the "Advanced Style" blog,
Ari Seth Cohen.
One of my new favorite finds,
this blog showcases fabulous elder women and their bold style choices around the world.

In Ari's words;
"Respect your elders and let these ladies and gents teach you a thing or two about living life to the fullest.Advanced Style offers proof from the wise and silver-haired set that personal style advances with age."

Check out this great clip from the blog and visit Ari's page HERE.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Happy New Year.

It's been about a year.
It's been about 365 days since I chopped off my locks and buzzed my skull bare.
It's been about a year since I made one of the best decisions of my life.
It's been about a year of mainly ups, some downs and a whole lot of "what the fuck is going on right now?"
It's been beautiful.

When I first decided to shave my head I had written a very heartfelt post.
Full of excitement, nerves and curiosity,
I received both positive and negative feedback.
All from anonymous commentators, of course.
I remember my heart breaking a little from hearing some of the ignorant statements made by the masked peanut gallery.
But, when I reminded myself why I wanted to venture down this path of vulnerability,
all that insecurity settled and I finally went forth with my decision.

After that post I never mentioned anything else about my hair.
I wanted to take in my experience completely, before I shared it with anyone.
And the experience, to say the least, has changed me forever.

just like I approached shaving my head,
I still believe "it's just hair".
But, one of the many things I learned about being bald, was that it is also actually so much more.

The looks you get,
both from people who honor your decision and those who go out of their way to despise it,
I learned to love my face, my body, my soul.
Cause I could see it.
Cause I had nothing to hide behind.
Cause every morning I had to look in the mirror and accept that I am beautiful,
take a breathe,
hold my head up hi and go on with my day.
There were no time for insecurities.
It made all the bullshit fade away.
All the things that needed to be clear came to light.

I convinced myself I'd never grow it out.
I really thought I wouldn't.
The hassle-free,
compliment friendly,
easy -to- do,
hair statement made it easy to love.

But for the new year, I've decided to grow out my locks.
And just like I was scared to shave it all,
I'm just as scared to grow it out.
And just like there were a million and one reasons for shaving it,
I have a million and one for growing it out.
And just like I learned to love every little a part of me in the last year,
I'm excited to learn how to love even more.

Dear shaved head,
I love you.
thank you for making me feel pretty.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Looking through....

I saw the movie "Ice Castles" as an itty bitty and decided that nothing was cooler than figure skating.
Actually, synchronized swimming is the coolest,
but I digress...
I skated my heart out with Maria and Aldo in Pershing Square and sang every line to "through the eyes of love" while doing so.
Picture time...