PhotoShoot!

This is just a teaser because I don't yet have the photos from the shoot, but I promise that I'll get them asap and you can see just how good I can look with the help of a nice camera and great lighting and, of course, the amazing photoshop. What would we do without it, eh? Lol..

So keep your eyes peeled! I promise you won't be disappointed!

Fashion Lust

Two things are on my mind these days, fashion wise; the incredibly amazing Birkin bag, and the African print Aldo shoes.

I don't understand why Aldo had to do it first. It seems like such an obvious idea, now that they have. But oh well. Hopefully our indigenous designers, who are already doing a great job taking ownership of ankara, will take a cue. This is Stella, one of my style icons wearing these shoes, and I think she did an awesome job styling them. The awesome shoes!

And then there's the Birkin bag. Over the last few days I've assaulted my poor BB contacts with various photos of this bag; nothing has ever captured my love for a bag like this one has. I love my shoes fussy, but my bags the exact opposite. And to me the Hermes Birkin is the ultimate example of unfussy, structured beauty. Closely followed by the Kelly, of course.

As it is impossible in the 21st century to talk about the Birkin without mentioning Victoria Beckham, this is me mentioning her. Haha...she is reputed to own over a hundred pieces, and the value of her collection is placed at upwards of £1.5m. Did I hear you whistle? Yeah, me too. I am SO jealous of her!

This pink one is my all-time favorite. When I saw this bag, I understood for the first time the famous quote; when I own a Birkin my life will be complete. Haha!

Rocking my TWA

A good friend of mine took and edited this photo, and I love it because it makes me and my girlfriend look awesome, and would you get a load of my TWA! #vainmuch :D

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Found My Inspiration!

I just discovered this fashion blogger, Betzabeth, tonight, and Oh My Word that girl has style like I have never seen before. I mean, Karla Deras will forever be the icon extraordinaire, but I feel somehow that Beth's style is much more accessible. Does that make sense? I would love to feature her, but we'll see about that. You should check her out! She's AHmazing, no lies.

Well, it's beddy byes! Night, fashion lovers!

Being Fearless

For some reason, when black women are described in popular culture/mass media, words like 'strong', 'fierce', 'sassy' and 'fearless' come up a lot. I don't know why this is, but it is. Is there something in our blood that makes us this way? Or is because we're so accustomed to being described like this that we become this way? I don't have the answer to this; maybe someone else can help me. Because I'm a young black woman, but I don't know about the 'fearless' bit. I'm terrified to death of what I'm about to do, which is basically chop all of my relaxed hair off. Yes, you read that right. I'm going to have less hair on my head than my older brother. Yikes. So note that, far from fearless, I'm sick-to-the-stomach, clutching-at-my-throat, having-weird-dreams-about-it scared. A fearless black woman would say she was scared shitless. But we've already established that I'm not fearless, haven't we?

I love my hair, I think. But I'm dissatisfied with it. It's this straight, boring, characterless thing that obeys all the time. Lie flat. Be a bun. Bounce and be wavy. Yes, Your Majesty. And that's not really me; I like rebelling, and I'm definitely not characterless. People don't forget me in a hurry...lol... So, I'm thinking, why keep spending tons of money trying to find the perfect relaxer that will give me shiny, straight, obedient, blah hair? Who wants to be carrying around a blah on their heads, for Pete's sake? Um, not I, said the chicken.

So, I'm going to cut it off. Start afresh, with the hair that God gave me, the way that He gave it to me. I had natural hair for the first fifteen years of my life, and now I wonder about how eager I was to get my first relaxer, how ecstatic I was with the results even though my scalp burned and itched for weeks afterwards, and my hair was all broken off a mere year later. I think about it and I want to kick myself; it's a good thing I'm not that flexible.

I don't remember what my hair was like. Strangely though, I remember one day in SS3, when all of us were washing our hair together, how I soaped my hair and stretched it out and tried to press it down, tried to keep it straight, secretly harboring resentful feelings against my anti-relaxer mum, longing to be able to pack it and pin it and harrass it into compliance so I could look pretty for Friday night. Sad, I know. If I knew then what I know now... Straighter is not better, it's not more beautiful, it's not me.And it's not my hair, either. My hair, whatever its texture, nappy or kinky or whatever, will finally have a chance to shine. And without Dr. Miracle's help, too.

I am not my hair, I know, but I can make it more like me. Strong, healthy, unique, beautiful the way God wanted it to be. Natural. And maybe when I'm done with my Big Chop tomorrow and I leave the stylist shaking his head at this crazy customer, I will be one step closer to knowing what it means to be a strong, fearless black woman.

P.S. If my hair doesn't turn out like Elaine's, or like the chick in the photo's, it's fine, I guess. I'll survive. :D

Where does the Jewellery go?

This is what happens when you'd rather do anything than study. Lol...

Cameroon..c'etait super...

The literal translation of 'picture window'..lol..
What is it about sunsets and palm trees that just tugs at the heart?


The three musketeers! (Well, two-and-a-half, if I'm honest; those girls seriously needed no one else for their insanity..lol...)
The beautiful hotel; Hotel Le Paradis. The flora was amazing...
I have no idea why I love this picture so much! But some of the people I loved best at the conference own those feet, so I guess that's one reason...
I KNOW! I KNOW! Like seriously!! Lmao!
My fabulous roomie, Rina...one of the sweetest people alive. I love this girl!!
RiRi took this pic, love it!
I was a bit conflicted as to which blog to post this on, but since my first post was about an AIESEC trip, I have decided that this is my AIESEC blog. These are about one-hundredth of all the photos I took, but I'll add more, maybe. I love love AIESEC; so many amazing people to meet, so much amazing stuff to learn! You should join! Lol...

xoxo

Quirky Eclecticism

I can't explain this outfit..lol..

Patches of Sunshine

The white bracelet is actually the extra strap from my bag..*sheepish face*



I wore this outfit ages ago, but I'm still proud of it. :D

Business Is Casual

So I stole the title of my post from someone else. Big deal. At least I owned up. Lol.. My first post of the year, I'm so excited! (Not really, but if you're not excited and I'm not excited I might as well shut this down, so here's to feigned excitement! Lol..)

This outfit was a Monday outfit. With me, Monday outfits are a Big Deal. I wear heels every Monday because that's another thing I like to feign; seriousness and responsibility, and heels sort of convey that. Most times I wear skirts too, but I was too lazy on the day in question to iron (read; I woke up late and didn't have time). So skinny jeans, my pseudo-TM Lewin shirt, and my lovely coral shoes which I LOVE because they're so cute and coral, and this beautiful vintage briefcase-inspired satchel that I bought for a song. I love Mondays (when I'm in my clothes, anyway). Oh, and my pseudo-Armani shades too. Too much pseudo-ness, but what can I say? It's much cheaper that way...lol...

My facial expression cracks me up like crazy...lmao...I will never try to pout in a picture ever again. :D