søndag 17. september 2017

Styleinspo a la Flex Mami

I am currently obsessed with the style of Australian DJ and writer Flex Mami. It is rare to come across a young person whose aesthetic sensibility is so finely-tuned. I love the way she brings together a variety of textures, patterns, and silhouettes, all while maintaining that very unique je ne sais quoi that keeps one returning to her Instagram page in search of inspiration. The Victorian collared shirts made from gorgeous lace fabrics paired with wide-legged trousers. Midi-skirts of every wonderful fit you can imagine. Novelty-esque accessories that are both chic and playful. Not to mention that this lady really knows how art direct a photo, from the poses to the props.












For more on Flex Mami, you can visit her website. Images c/o her Instagram.

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 12


Things I am loving right now:
1. What's Going On, Barkley Hendricks (1974)
2.  Quavo channeling MJ is life.
3. Peached Munroe has created a hair line. Can you say, fleeky?
4. This Instagram page is giving me life. So much style inspiration.
5. Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah most recent Longform interview is amazing.

Song of the Day: "Deathless" by Ibeyi ft. Kamasi Washington

In their new track which features saxophonist, Kamasi Washington, Ibeyi turns a racist encounter into musical magic. I love the visuals, which are minimalistic per the duo's standard style. The twin sisters are clad in red against a dark backdrop. In an almost kaleidoscopic effect crawl out of each other's bellies repeatedly. Against the feisty, bold lyrics and punchy melody, it is a powerful and exciting song that departs from the eerie, soft sounds of their debut album. I cannot wait to hear the rest of this album. Bravo, Diaz sisters!


søndag 10. september 2017

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 11 (Sloane Stephens, Betty Davis, and Teyana Taylor)


Today's favourites hold a lot of #BlackGirlMagic:
1. Congrats to Sloane Stephens on winning the US Open!
2. Reading everything I can find on the internet about nasty gal, Betty Davis.
3. Can't wait to get my hands on some Fenty Beauty products.
4. Teyana Taylor is slaying at Fashion Week.
5. Reading everything I can find by Durga Chew-Bose.

Image c/o Google

onsdag 30. august 2017

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 10 (Underwater Photo, Kofi Siriboe and Straw Bags)



1. Love this photo of the first underwater photo ever taken by Louis Boutan in 1899.
2. I could listen to Kofi Siriboe gush about Africa all day.
3. Ashley Banks was so foresighted, tho.
4. Living for this video of Lupita dancing to "Cranes in the Sky" at Comic Con
5. Really want a straw handbag. Preferably a round one. Etsy's got a beautiful spread.

A Woman Like Me

There images that just makes you feel understood. Make you feel seen. The moments in which I come across these images always linger in my mind. Something about them feels significant, as though something within me has shifted and that one day I will want to return to the memory of this shift.

 Perhaps this is why I have never forgotten the first time I watched Annie Hall. I remember being drawn quite superficially first to Diane Keaton’s wardrobe. This woman loved vests, billowy trousers, and wide brim hats just as much as I did. I was too self-conscious to wear most of these items in my small town and lived vicariously through her sartorial boldness, counting down the moments until I too would be a big city girl who wore whatever the hell she wanted. As I obsessively re-watched, I became more and more enthralled with Annie’s personality. She was goofy. She had a lot of opinions and she expressed them. She was straight-forward. She was insecure. She was imperfect. She was self-assured.

Before Annie there was Synclaire James. For as long I can remember, I have been nice. And beyond the safe confines of my family home, my kindness had always been a problem. I seemed to empathise with others to my own detriment, putting their experiences and emotions before my own. While it felt good to be good, I worried about how I would fare in world that chews nice up, spits it out, and stomps all over it. Then I met Synclaire while watching 90s classic, Living Single. She was a small-town girl. She was sweet. She was silly. She viewed the world as an eclectic, bubble gum-coloured tapestry. She cared deeply for her friends. And while the world often gave her hard time for it, she never lost her softness.

Between Synclaire and Annie, there was Eunice Waymon, also known as Ms. Nina Simone. Ta-Nehisi Coates once wrote: “I have always known that Nina Simone means something much more to a specific kind of black woman than she ever can for me.” I am the kind of black women (and was the kind of teenager and little black girl) that Coates’ describes. It was my mother who first introduced me to Nina’s story, her music and image during the awkward period of my early teens. It seems that almost overnight the face I saw in the mirror, the beautiful likeness my father had bestowed on me, had begun to jar me. I remember looking at Nina and thinking, “what a beauty”. Then I began realized that in many ways, I resembled her. How could I see and soak in her beauty, and not acknowledge my own? So I listened to “Feeling Good”, “Don’t Let Be Misunderstood”, and “Ain’t Got No …. I’ve Got Life” over and over, until I believed that the beauty Nina emanated could be found within my own spirit and being.

I often think about the women who have helped build and bolster girls and women all over the world. I think about Annie Hall, who reminded me to be myself. About Synclaire James, who taught me that my kindness did not have to be a weakness; that it was strength presenting itself in a unique form. About Nina Simone, who inspired me to see beauty in myself and own it, the world be damned. Pieced together, collage-style, these women have provided a picture of the kind of woman I could be. 

100 Days of Positive Thinking: Day 9 (Flashback to Yellowstone)

Came across this photo of my sister and I in Montana 2 years ago. Our family was on roadtrip from Minnesota to California and had stopped to see Yellowstone National Park on the way. We decided to take some old school style portraits outside the cabin we were staying in. 
I really love these goofy ass pictures.