Sunday, February 28, 2010

Well packaged


Saturday, February 27, 2010

Beautiful Nightmares

Loving the dark artistry of Marko Mitanovski.












Friday, February 26, 2010

Nothing under...



This is a coat you can wear as a dress with nothing under. OMG LOVE IT!!!! I would KILL it DEAD in this.



Thursday, February 25, 2010

My early Xmas List


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Fashion Challenge Winner is...

None other than Ongina Ryan!!!

I am a HUGE fan after seeing her in the first season of Rupaul's Drag Race.

I just knew she was going to win...there was nobody fiercer!!! I was sooo sad when she was sent home. But guess what? Ongina is a winner here! WHOOP! (I LOVE drag queens!)

Check out the pic she submitted...amazing!!!! Can you believe she made this costume! Brilliant!
It's a costume, I know....the contest was for an outfit but as you know...some of us are in costumes on a daily basis. Besides! DIY always wins in my book.

Honorable Mention: Dapper Dan Michael and his combination of color and peacock pin as a great coordinating subtle detail

Thanks for all the entries! This one was a blast. Keep an eye out for the next challenge!








Ongina your Fox Tail is on it's way! Thank you for entering. 
TOTALLY HONORED!



Sunday, February 21, 2010

This is how I Roll


....in my dreams.


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Michael Kors Fall 2010




LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.
Except for a few pieces but nobody's perfect.



B+

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Your love goes...

I could write an essay on how this song relates to me but I'll spare you.
Check out the totally rad fashion.
Be inspired.

Cameo
Back & Forth


No wait...here go







Out for a stroll

Out for a stroll



Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Yesssss~

I've had this image for a while and it's truly inspirational. Yes you can look fierce with two small kids in tow. Yes you can look fierce even if you're bored out of your mind at a game. Yes you can look fierce while you pretend to be paying attention but what you're really thinking about is how fierce you look. Yes bitch!! She is giving it! Casually fierce.

What more is there to say?

DONE!



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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Talk to the hand


You can basically wear these with anything from jeans and a tshirt to a black garbage bag and be the hottest bitch on the streets. Throw these babies on and everything will make sense in love and life. You'll have clarity, peace of mind, flawless skin and a flat tummy. What more can a girl ask for? 
INSTANT FAINT INDUCER

Whoa-man down!!!! Someone please call 911~


Disclaimer:
I know this blog/site is about underground fashion but these here are the lust files. I love and respect underground fashion and my closet is full to the brim with fashion from unknown designers and thrift finds. 
My plan is to one day summon unknown designers from all around the world and have custom made pieces made especially for little ol me and ALWAYS be on that new shit. 
Summon as in: make me "XYZ" or off with your head!!! Have designers locked in the dungeon sewing away without food or water. WORK I SAID!!! FASTER!!!

Mirror, mirror on the wall..who's the freshest of them all?
That's when cash starts flowing of course. So for now I lust. Lusting is healthy in fashion, keeps your creative juices flowing. (i just wanted to insert the word juices...ok and the word insert...hee hee since we're on the topic of lust i figured hey anything goes)
You don't lust over things you can have do you? No, cus when you get it, you've gotten it...and you're on to the next person, place or thing to obsess about. 

This feature: The Lust Factor is a laundry list of things that make me cream but cost more than my rent so alas...I lust and I lust and I lust some more. Then I take the images Cocolarize them, sprinkle some new fashion "humor" and share them with you. 
Hoping to unlock your mind, and by using our collective energy you can assist me in manifesting these babies soon soon. 
OM!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Who's your favorite tribal princess?







This is why I love fashion. Well, one of the reasons. You can take an ancient art form from a completely different culture and fashion it into...fashion.




In this collection J. Peg as I affectionately call him; went into the Amazon jungle? Pacific Islands? Using traditional weaving techniques used by indigenous peoples to create everything from a hut to live in to mat to sleep on by weaving LEAVES.

To truly appreciate fashion you have to appreciate art.

When you understand how a simple leaf weaved into a bag is an artform your creativity is limitless because you neither need money or an expensive school to be able to create something beautiful...and inspirational.

THIS COLLECTION IS BRILLIANT. The colors are amazing, the dresses are gorgeous and really take you to a fantasy island.

Aside from my underlining feelings on how America is ripping off world cultures and capitalizing on them while third world countries grow poorer trying to buy everything "American". I LOVE IT.

Whoops. Sorry...I really do try to keep my militant views off this FASHION blog but sometime...some things need to be said.

Who better to say it but your favorite tribal princess.

On another note, I'd trade my only child for that arm and body armor accessories. No seriously.





Here's a word from the O.G. weaver "Florence" from Guam breaking the weaving technique down to a lifestyle.


"So with this material (coconut leaves), I weave baskets, lunch bags, luncheon set, this is a mat for plates. I have to make a bigger one for the center part. My mom would weave the mat, where the family slept."


"For a pillow, we had the real cotton—there’s a tree on the hill, a cotton tree, that’s the only one I saw. So my mom would pick that, and we made pillows out of it. We survived, whatever we had."


"It’s a lot of work, but I enjoy doing it."


 http://www.pacificworlds.com/guam/stories/story3.cfm








Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Develop Self



All day, every day

Putting on the Ritz

Have you seen the well-to-do, up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air
High hats and Arrowed collars, white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime, for a wonderful time
If you're blue and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits,
Puttin' on the ritz.

Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes
And cut away coat, perfect fits,
Puttin' on the ritz.

Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
Or umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

Tips his hat just like an english chappie
To a lady with a wealthy pappy (very snappy)
You'll declare it's simply topping to be there
And hear them swapping smart titbits
Puttin' on the ritz!


Monday, February 8, 2010

I put the bass in my walk

I stumbled on this image at the Brooklyn Museum this weekend and I stopped dead in my tracks. Not only because the image was about 7 feet tall but because this image has a special place in my heart.

I had the same reaction when I first saw it about 12 years ago. It changed, rearranged, set straight my self-image and empowered me. As a barely 20 year old mother the last thing I felt was powerful. I felt vulnerable and overwhelmed by what was in store for the next...uh 20 years. But that's a whole nutha blog chile. uh uh uh!

I consider myself lucky even though only 1 out of 5 million images I come across speak to me and allow me to see myself through the eyes of the artist. It's a rare treat, one that I do not expect because I understand and cherish my uniqueness.

This Renee Cox "Yo Momma" piece was the first time seeing a body that looked kinda, sorta like mine (minus the six pack = womp womp) with it's masculine femininity and unapologetic strength. It was also the first time I saw an image of a mother that seemed so warrior-istic. It blew my mind and I printed a copy and taped it to the inside of my closet.  I later found images of women/mothers in Africa and was like OH! OK I get it now. I started to understand the role and position of the media in this country. Um hmm.

Problem = Solution.

After posting the Size Matters post I realized that not everyone has the ability to see themselves on the runway or in a magazine and that those images effect some people negatively. When I close my eyes I can see myself on a mountain top in the jungles of Brazil or on the streets of Paris, buying bootleg everything in China. Tap into the power of your mind and live a limitless life without boundaries. DON'T get me started cus I might just scare you.

Magazines to me are like paper doll outfits, me being the doll. I barely see the model, all I can see is myself in that Burburry suede coat, Gucci boots, Acne shoes. etc. etc.

When I watch a runway show I'm screaming at the TV "I would rock the SHIT outta that outfit"!!! "I NEEEEEED THAT IN MY LIFE!" OMG I'd do (insert random obscenities) for that piece and not oh that looks good on that model. What model!?! Regardless what the model looks like, inspite of her being white and about 6 sizes smaller than me.

There's a little space in your brain that allows you to create elaborate fantasies and makes life about 100 times more exciting and the best part is it's FREE and EVERYTHING is legal. Hmph...not even gonna go there. Let's keep it clean people. ONWARD!!!

When I'm watching a show all I see is ME! In all my glory strutting my ass up and down the cat walk like WHAT!!!!?? HOWYOUDOIN! Two snaps in Z formation. HELLO! Bowing down to Anna Wintor, salute to Leon Tally and peace sign Kanye, winking at Amber Rose, and giving Lady Gaga a confused squinted eye WTF look?

I mean I go IN!

That's IF I like the garment, if it's appropriate for my body type, if it's my style, if it's something that would make me look and feel FABULOUS. If not, I'm like HATED IT! FAIL! NEXT!!!

Once you have a clear body image and personal style you can enjoy fashion for what it is...clothes. It's not supposed to represent you. YOU represent YOU. Designers are not supposed to be humantiarians and help you create a healthy self image of yourself by putting models that look like YOU. That's your job. Designers are artists they create what moves them. Are we STILL relying on the media to paint a realistic image of society?!? You're kidding right?

Understand your body type, create a personal style and be the star of YOUR show. Don't look to the media to help you understand who you are and who you're supposed to be...I mean you do realize this is America right? Don't EVEN get me started.

 You don't like it? Start a blog, put yourself on Youtube, write a book, become a designer, photographer, artist or just close your eyes and fantasize..

Whew...that took a lot outta me! Im so passionate sometimes!


ENTER THE FASHION CHALLENGE BY 2/10/10

REMINDER!!!!





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Please and Thank You!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Gucci Fall 2010. Man oh Man!!




I looooooooove men's fashion and it's no secret. This collection belongs in my closet!! Not only do I have a collection of vintage men's oxford shoes but also a mini collection of velvet blazers AAAAND these are MY colors!! Which means....I LOVE!!LOVE!!LOVE!!LOVE!!LOVE!!LOVE!!

This collection had me gasping for air and having hot flashes. So during the show...yes I was there...I fainted and the guy in the brown velvet blazer almost gave me CPR but his agent stopped him when she saw me trying to switch his bag for the one I got on Canal Street. It was a simple mix up but security threw me out anyway. Straight bullshit if you ask me.

Men please take note at the casual and simple elegance on display here. The color palette is scrumptious. Each outfit is accessorized to perfection. The color palette says you're cash money millionaire RICH!

Yes color can say those things about you so mind your colors.

What more can a girl ask than a boyfriend who wears Gucci and wears Gucci you can share?


"A family that wears Gucci together, stays together."
Rev Run 


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