Like lawn jockeys you cam find in the old American south, these figures are working. Holding up a tray, a light etc. Permanent fixtures, stuck in history, contorted in servitude. But that’s not who I see in my blackamoor jewelry or moretto Veniziano. Oddly enough, the jewelry was different.
Michele mused, “Chinese Buddha must have been black!” it was on this level!
“yes, this woman is calling airport police, or is she weaponizing. Is it being weaponized against me as a foreigner, or as a black American?”
The Biltmore has had several lives — so much Miami, Coral Gables and American history is in this building — and I have a feeling we’re there for the most recent rebirth with the renovations.
I love the mix of wools, leathers, cashmeres with lace, chiffon and bare skin from Bordeaux, to Bergamo to Brooklyn!
Through rain and shine I saw beautiful people (and the SMILES) on the Parkway living it up. And I’m sitting here in my apartment writing this and getting distracted with hit after hit blasting in the street, Bob to Buju to Biggie… I love Brooklyn.
It’s an honored to be featured with so much Black Excellence.
You know when a beauty practice, or fashion trend becomes so common place that you start to see bad knock offs. Like bad butt lifts? Well we definitely are beyond that point with eye lashes. Call me bougie but I DONT want my nail salon doing my lashes on the eye brow waxing chair in the back room!
New video of our stay in the High Atlas Mountains in the Imlil Valley at Kasbah du Toubkal
It might not be what you expect, but it’s in these mountains that you can discover the heart, the origins of Moroccan culture.