2012 has turned out to be the year of shit talking. My favorite are the fashion girls, reminding us that bangs are NOT for everyone and that unless people are worried about your health, you are not in fact skinny.
Super Wu Sunday began as positive as one could imagine. The girls and I hopped on our way to Harlem with extra pep in our step, anticipating the lovely Jason Wu designs that we would find there. We got in the store at around 8:05 to find baren racks and vicious beasts with long claws awaiting the disappointed shoppers exiting the fitting rooms in hopes of snatching their merch. It was like feeding hour at a zoo when the Target sales associates would bring out a few Wu stragglers. These Wu crazed creatures were even caught snatching items from eachother when one wasn’t looking. I wish I was kidding. At the dressing room, the attendant turned auctioneer, found joy in holding up the items people didn’t want, yelling out the size, and letting the savages fight for them. 15 minutes had passed and I was Wu-ed out. After an hour of simply watching the madness happen I ended up leaving Target with only an armful of groceries and some beauty products. Guess I will have to hit the web, or Ebay, or just save up for the real Wu and save my self the headache and claw marks.
Hello friends. After many a month without a laptop, my sweet baby has been revived and is back in my arms again. I plan to make up for the lost time with blurbs of info, pictures, gossip, and whatever else I can pick out of my brain and the internet. Enjoy. Boy, I have missed you.
to him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. he had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell”
-Gabriel Garcia Márquez