Fashion is Art

FIERCEness!!!

Donyale Luna

She became the first African American model to appear on the cover of British Vogue
(March 1966)

Sew what?

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Cunty, Cunty, Cunty, Cunty

The amount of money I spend on magazines is really ridiculous considering the abundance of information I can find online. There's just something about holding a magazine in my hands and passionately ripping out images to post on my inspiration board with a pirouette. BING!

I enjoy everything from layout to ads and everything in between. The process of reading it from cover to cover and placing it neatly on the top of the pile of old magazines I can not bare to part with warms my heart. Another one bites the dust. Literally.

In the last few months my magazine intake has increased drastically due to all of the Alexander McQueen tributes. I figure it's an investment in my future, research if you will. Sorta like Law Journals to a lawyers.

Ahem: Fashion magazines are MY Harvard Medical Journal. Adjusting my posture and dusting off collar. POPPED!

Speaking of which, can someone puleeeeze come over and help me scan "a few" images from a 5 foot stack of archived magazines?! Please email me at: yah@cocolah.com. Please and thank you.

Vogue Paris pays tribute to Alexander McQueen.
Photographed by Steven Klein. Styled by Carine Roitfeld

Lily Donaldson is smokin' in this spread... UMMM HMMM! Miss Thing! HOT HOT HOT! Ole ole - ole ole / Ole ole - ole ole

I need more images like this in my life. Part Madonna during the True Blue era. Part Helmut Newton. I love me some strong women. Oooo eee!! Yes I do and you should too!!! (Whistling and nonchalantly pointing to self.)

Truth be told these images make me feel normal. (Extended pause and look off to the horizons, violins playing in the background.) Noooooobody knows.....the trouble I've seen.

Read into that as far as your mind can reach.

Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty!

For the readers out there that don't understand the word cunty. Don't despair.

This is how Wiki breaks it down.

In "gay slang" the term cunty is used to describe something or someone being extremely original, impressive, or fantastic in regard to style (fashion or music) or demeanor. Both "cunt" and "cunty" are used interchangeably, often in adjective form.

Originating in Ball culture, the term was popularized by the song "Cunty (The Feeling)" by drag performer Kevin Aviance.

Yes bitch. I'm done with this post. It's time to do runway huney. SNAPS! WERK!

How low can you go?

Connected by Kasey McMahon

Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be. Will be.

Remember back when I posted this Acne Shoe Lust factor?

Well apparently somebody was paying attention. I won't mention any names cus I'm just not that petty. I'm one of them classy bitches that just hints but never drops names. I keeps it classy 365 days a year. YUP! Oh shut up, at least one third of that. You do the math.

I peeped Miss Thing's blog the other day and um apparently she's gotten the idea that this is the I LUST, YOU BUY factor. No Miss Thing. NOOOOO!!! (drag king voice, waggin finger at my monitor)

She done lost her mind and gotten my damn shoes (crying real tears, REAL ONES! uuuuh!!!) aaaaand she got the nerve to tell me not not feel bad cus she really wanted the gray ones. PAUSE!

UM HELLO!!! HELLO!??!??! (waving my hands in the air and running around my room every which way like I done lost my mind) Pause. Drop and Roll.

WAIT!!!

Deep breaths Yah. Deep breaths boo. Breathe!!! Doing Lamaze exercises.  hee-hee-hooooe hee-hee-hooooe (rolling my damn eyes)

OK. FIRST OF ALL....how in the heezy is that supposed to make me feel better??? and B. The Lust Factor is supposed inspire YOU to buy for ME shit...not for YOU to buy you shit....buy for ME! MEEEE!! (damn it!) Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!

Ain't this a muffukin bitch! (FYI I asked her if I could call her a bitch and she didn't reply in time for this post so technically I'm not calling her a bitch per se. I'm just commenting on the backwardness of this scenario) <---That was for all my feminists out there burning their bras and not wanting to be called a bitch even when it's in a good way and trust me...I've been called far, far worse...in a good way. (nodding head with a wicked, wicked smile) Siiiigh. Whew! Those flashbacks made me feel a hoe lot better. Yes, darlin' yes! HA! (doing a lil I gets mine old lady jig)

Oh wait. Back to the regularly scheduled fashion drama:

Hate comes in all flavors folks when it comes to fashion. Black and/or Gray. These are some dope ass platform booties. Siiigh. If they didn't cost half my rent I would have them too so there! Inny!! Take that!

I'm a Size 41 just in case any of you wanna rectify the situation.

She really thinks she cute. OK fine maybe she is but who's side are you on? HUH? HUH? WELL!??!

RMFERRH (rolling my fukkin eyes real real hard) I swear she's lucky she lives in Cali cus I would so rob her, wipe down the soles and try to exchange them for my size.

Without an ounce of pride. Umm hmm.
I have no pride when it comes to fashion my people. I hope you know that by now. I will beg, barter or steal. NO problem. Just ask my friends. They'll tell ya. Hee hee.

AYO shorty! Yeah you wif the bald head. Lemme holla at you real quick. (I'd pull out my super soaker and blast off) Come up off them shoes or somebody gonna die dead.




Dear Acne Shoes, This is how I Lust You.

Rope a Dope Style

Submitted a while, while back by the super talented Nicole James. I dusted it off because I felt I didn't give it it's proper shine way back when. So here it is again! My fair lady.
Ain't she fly?!?

You just do not understand how much I love Fashion Art.

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The kinda pink I like

I'm rarely, never in pink but if it's dirty...that changes everything. That goes for most things. No. Please and thank you.

PHOTOGRAPHED BY BEN TOMS

It's the little things

that make your girl happy. happy. happy.
Submitted by the talented Jamaal Hooker. Keep your eyes open for Jamaal. Fashion Designer, stylist, visual artist, etc. etc.


Can we please start a petition so he can keep these coming!
Check out shorty's tattoo! YAY!!!!

Banger

Would I ever steer you wrong?! Never, ever!! This right here is straight fire.

So! Here's what youz gotta do. Clear out your living room, put your heels on, press play and do runway. Stop. Half turn, give face, face, face, face.

Ride or Die Bitch

Wait till I get my money right

Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little

Every Spring I go down to Chinatown and walk around aimlessly till I stumble on the same store I've been going to for years but can never remember where it is cus Chinatown confuses, overwhelms me and when you ask for directions folks always say..."no English" before you can even ask the question. #righthandonbible

I go hunting for my default summer shoe that I throw on almost everyday to walk the dog, bike ride and/or shoot the shit. Which this year will replace my default winter shoe: my beloved combat boot...which go absolutely perfect with my new haircut. I MUST BREAK YOU!

Valentina Valentine reporting for duty

Gotta keep practicing smiling with my eyes. I need help Tyra! Call me girl!

They (back to the shoes) are a VERY generic pair of martial arts sneaks that I wear all summer long literally until the soles wear out. They're super cute, go with everything and look like vintage tennis sneakers. They're my throw them in the bag/backup shoes when I wear uncomfy shoes cus I'm tryna look cute but by the end of the night...ouchie and then boom! The save the day.

Huh? What'd you say?? I always look cute? Really!? Oh stop it! So sweet of you to say...I'm blushing!! Awww. Can you leave it in the comments though so folks don't think it's the voices in my head again...thanks.

This year I'm thinking about upgrading and I stumbled upon these.

Keds x Opening Ceremony

Soooo damn cute and will instantly make me look a little bit more dressed up than the white skips I love to love like most things in my life: the dirtier the better. But that's a whole nutha story ain't it. Of course I'd get the Zebra cus they match Cocolah.com...duh!

I wore Keds all through junior high school but back then I would obsess on keeping them CLEAN!!! Back then Keds weren't sexy or expensive...hmm...but then again back then I wasn't sexy, dirty OR expensive.

AY don't judge me!! It was the late 80s everybody was cheap!! It wasn't until the 90s that Lil Kim advised us to be expensive and rock the Prada sometimes Gabbana and be like Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches.

So there you go.

Find them Keds @ Joan Shepp

All Ways

I don't think you're ready for this jelly.

I don't remember the last time I drank soda. I mean how else do you think I keep this bomb body? RESTRAINT people!! That's how!! (rolling my eyes at the haters asking themselves...what bomb body?)

SMFH. Haters motivate cus I'm on my way to the gym soon as I finish what I had started to say before I was rudely interrupted by my psychic powers alerting me to the future haters that will read and hate as SOON as I click that Publish Post button. I see you and guess what...I see you see me so we're good.

ANYWAY! Like I was sayin'...

Don't remember the last time I drank soda BUT...if Uncle Karl's on it...you know this is going in my "collection of shit i have no use for but it's related to fashion so I want it."

Especially since it's probably the closet thing to Chanel Im going to own in a long, long time. Student loans be damned! (slamming fist on desk) Grrr!

Oh Karl...how I love thee. If I ever get a fake pony tail it won't be cus of Beyonce..never!...it'll be cus of Karl. Somehow that makes me feel good about myself. Unbeweavable.

Breathe

Kill 2 Kill

Truth be told I've been wearing combat boots since late last summer with everything from shorts to a dress. I have 3 pairs in heavy rotation but these babies right have a certain badassness that makes  you want to drop kick someone and twist the heel in their belly button. Or is it just me?