Am I vain??

My postings are all sorts of backwards and stuff. I wanted to post a my Day look from last Saturday along with my night look but I got so excited over my night look, I couldn't wait for these pix to come from my sister Contessa, a true Fashion Snob, so I just posted the night look without the day look.

So forgive a bitch for repeating photos but who cares...I'm reposting my nighttime pics anyway because I can.

Day Mama

Night Mama

ok..i am officially over it.

Kicked the Fu*K Out

Sweetface

I will always be a fan of my girl Jennifer Lopez. I did go bonkers when she came out with her Sweetface clothing line that went absolutely nowhere fast.

Sorry JLo..your shit was cute.

Last Friday, I stumbled upon a Sweetface sample sale and went in. I mean I literally went in! I got 2 shopping bags full of everything Sweetface and a few things Jlo for 75 bucks. It was so oppressively hot that day that I didn't take one single photograph of anything. All i wanted to do was slap someone. So as I wear the clothes I'll take pics and post. 

For now all I have worn was the jeans in the above video. I love flaired jeans as much as I love skinny leg jeans. As long as the jeans make the booty look nice, I'm good with them. Call me vain but no one wants a pancake ass, even the girls who have them.

sorry to all the pancakes out there...just wear loose fitting jeans and dresses :)

Thanks to my camera man...you know who you is!

Brother and Sister...but more brother

Meet Jon Porkchopula aka my damn brother.

His birthday was July 28th and I couldn't post that day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!

I had a big old fancy post that I planned out and then when the actual day of his birthday rolled around I was beyond busy and couldn't post my big old fancy post!

Love you

Mannequin

My vintage disco pants make me sooo much happier than the American Apparel navy disco pants I bought last winter. The AA ones feel like a huge ass pair of Spanx. Yuck. I think I'll sell them.

These babies feel like soft, luscious jeans. I had to man up in order to get from my house to the subway in this outfit but I got there with a bunch of stares and only one smart ass comment from some girl who said, " I wish I would" while staring straight at me but talking to her friend. I just smiled and shook my ass a lil harder.

Nureyev - Le Corsaire.. I will always love you

Rudolf Nureyev was the highest, most exalted ballet dancer in my mind.

The beauty and grace he brought fourth on the stage and in his life period are unparalleled.

The bulge in his pants don't hurt either.

Hayyyyy Rudolf.

This Weekend

was hotter than the crack of your ass so I did what I do best when I'm outside.

Hunted for any and all things vintage, look for street art, try and find the elusive Africa tag and secretly take pictures of people who's look makes me scream out loud and grab my chest.

So, Shawn and I hit the street for a bit this weekend and came across some interesting finds.

*random street art..i feel like i say this quite often*

*Disjointed Audrey*

*Random Door Frame*

*Spotted this mural and Shawn went crazy*

*It was pretty*

No, we didn't plan on being color coordinated at all. I have no idea what that was about.

Shawn, are you stalking me again!?! STOP IT! I'm not your girl for goodness sake!

Anyway, it was so hot that people were dressed for comfort, not for fashion. I did stumble across this little cutie. The Japanese always dress for fashion no matter what. I did almost pass out when I saw her shoes close up. The first picture I snapped was totally a sneak shot because I'm not yer totally comfy with going up and asking people if I can take their picture...mainly because I have no real reason besides this lil old blog and my general love of fashion and no damn business cards to save my life to give anyone should they ask why I want to take their picture. Some people can be very bitchy about some random person snapping them up. Generally the Japanese get it and are over the moon when asked.

*the shoes look painful to wear but my goodness are they fly*

Ok...I'm Obsessed

I'm excited...I mean REAAAAAAAAALY excited. Can somebody please tell me why Lady Squeeze will be in the line at Macy's, AUGUST 3rd, to shop the debut of  Material Girl.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll lay mine eyes upon lil Lola or even Madonna herself. If I do, I'll die. I'm sure I will.

Oh and she choose Taylor Momsen as the face of her line.

I'm not mad at all even though she is a little Leo bitch, but weren't we all bitchy at 16? I know was.

Can somebody tell me why Lourdes is absolutely KILLING it?

She is going to bring so much joy and happiness to the world, I just know it.

AHEM....she's a Libra born October 14th!

Lourdes...meet my son.

Libra Bitch-Marina and the Diamonds...the Staccato Queen

I love, LOVE LOVE a moving live performance of a song favorite of Lady Squeezes. Marina and the Diamonds did not fail the test last night on the corny Craig Ferguson show. It is cute that for her first live performance in America, she choose her fellow British Islander to showcase her delicious Staccato vocal stylings. I also could squeeze her tight for her cute little jumpsuit in the style of the flag. Not something I would wear but it did remind me of a pair of red stripped Benetton pants I wore in the olden days.

Did I mention Marina and I share the same birthday of October 10th?

I digress.

This song is dedicated all the bitches out there who refuse to realize that being vulnerable and soft is more attractive than being an ice queen, stiff back bitch. Listen, no one is perfect , certainly not me, but pretending as though you have no feelings and that nothing hurts you is wack. Pretending like you are perfect and never wrong is wack. Like Marina said," Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not."

You’ve been acting awful tough lately

Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately

But inside, you’re just a little baby

It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot

You don’t always have to be on top

Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not

You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable

You are not a robot

You’re loveable, so loveable

But you’re just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids

Who you never really liked and you never trusted

But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins

Never committing to anything

You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings

Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing

I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable

I am not a robot

You’re loveable, so loveable

But you’re just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Can you teach me how to feel real?

Can you turn my power on?

Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I’m not a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Africa - The Graffiti Chronicles

I'm obsessed with Graffiti..always have been.

My brother tags Porkchop and ChopPork..Olive you brother:)

Anywho...I found this Africa tag last summer in lower Manhattan, China town and my boy snapped this photo .

Love it.

Last week I was walking on Broadway around 28th st. and saw that Africa got up on some random wall of advertisements. Of course I was alone but luckily 2 men were kind of fighting over me, violently but sweetly, and I asked one of them to snap it up. Not exactly the pose I wanted to give but i needed to get the picture and get the F*$K outta there before anyone asked my phone number.

Super Cute Bitch-Kelis

Super dedicated fanbitch of Kelis, even with the ponytail thing on top of her head (I think).

I kinda look at her like it's invisible.
I'd love if she just cut it off and wore it like a Racoon's tail on her belt buckle.

I know, I'm late..she's onto another look but let's pretend she's not

Kelis with a super cute short red curl fro and look at the video below where she's photo shooting it up with two fly bitches and that Godforsaken Ponytailthing.

P.S. Please go out and buy Fleshtone cuz Kelis only moved about 8,000 copies in the whole of a week. Cammon Americans (and the 6 loyal followers of this here blog).....Europe it up and take a chance on music...good music...different music. I love the album and I'm so happy her raspy falsetto has found a musical home. If you clickity Click on the Fleshtone link above, it will take you to her MySpace page
(YES MySpace*blankstare* still exists, well at least for music) and you can listen to 5 whole tracks in full length.

My most favorite track is Scream.

I wore this to a Kelis show way back when, Couldn't find the original picture anywhere and everytime I tried saving it from Photobucket or Picasa uh yeah, it wouldn't download, so I had to go back to CBB and get it as reference. Geeze. Technology wins again.

Click now.

Fin.

Just a lil blast from the past

An impromptu photo shoot I did with my boys way back when.

I love searching through my gazillions of photos and finding lost gems.

The star of this photo is of course the dress.

 I found it on Ebay and bid on it like there was no tomorrow.

I won. Yay.

Peaches is That Bitch

I Love this Bitch. I have been following her for years now and I never get bored with her at all. She is what Gaga wants to be (still love you Gaga) but what Gaga will never be. She is actually the girl baby spawn of MIA and Gaga born through music. My favorite part of the video is when she asks the masseuse if she can read her Camel Toe lips.

Only a confident Bitch would say that...and mean it. Go Peaches!

Bored

Love

I snapped this.

He snapped this.

We taped this

Love him

Madonna will always inspire

I love the country

This was the view from the car window while we were driving to the Poconos. So serene and lovely. I FINALLY got a camera and was so excited to use it even though I had no idea how to work it.

We stayed right across from this lovely golf course called Stonehedge. So dreamy.

There were so many flowers and trees and bunnies and deer. Of course I got no pics of any animals because I could not figure out how to save any pictures on my memory card. UGH so frustrating.

But I did manage to get these shots.

Scranton Scrapping

I'm so excited for this coming weekend. It will be filled with photo dreams and flea market thrifting fantasies.

Dear Fashion Gods,

Please please please let me find a vintage denim jumpsuit and a DVF vintage wrap dress that some old lady's children threw out because they knew no better. I've been a good lil FASHIONSNOB as of late.

Bless me..I deserve it!

Lady Squeeze

Be Kind

we are always asked

to understand the other person's

viewpoint

no matter how

out-dated

foolish or

obnoxious.

one is asked

to view

their total error

their life-waste

with

kindliness,

especially if they are

aged.

but age is the total of

our doing.

they have aged

badly

because they have

lived

out of focus,

they have refused to

see.

not their fault?

whose fault?

mine?

I am asked to hide

my viewpoint

from them

for fear of their

fear.

age is no crime

but the shame

of a deliberately

wasted

life

among so many

deliberately

wasted

lives

is.

-Charles Bukowski

Chris Brown - No Bullshit..I forgive you

Even after everything..you could get it...
Haters...Fuck You.

We Miss You

Currently Obsessed

Sia= a wonderous, golden, resplendent pockeful of artistic sunshine.
I dedicate this song to none other than myself.
Why thank you Lady Squeeze.
You're Welcome Bitch.

If I were a .....

Thanks Billy

Looking Back

Bowie was the second concert young lady squeeze had the pleasure to wear a church dress too. That tour as of course the "Let's Dance" tour of 1983. I can still feel the total rush of emotions that ran through my whole body when the beats started pulsating and the lights started blinking and out stepped the Thin White Duke. my little legs started moving to the beat but that's alll that really moved cuz I was so embarrassed to actually dance like I had practiced in my mirror sooo sooo many nights leading up to the conchairto.

The moment my mom told my older brother that she got 3 tickets from her job for the Bowie concert and that he had no damn choice (her words)but to take me with him and his friend, young lady squeeze started plotting her outfit. Being that this was only the second concert I had ever been to (the first being Prince's Purple Rain tour, accompanied my my mom who wore a homemade one shouldered zebra stripped jumpsuit and it was totally embarrassing. Anyway, the point of the story is that I wore a damn church dress to see David Bowie. How I wish I could turn back time....if I could find a way.

This video Ashes to Ashes came out in 1980 and to me is one of the more interesting videos that Bowie put out.

For The Gays!

Kelly...I fricking loves it!
Matthew Knowles...suck hot sweaty balls.

Last Nite :((((

someone lost their life across the street from my house. 4 shots and then silence and then the sound of people rushing the scene to see what happened. If you have never experienced or lived in an area where shootings are like the air you breathe everyday...you can't imagine the feeling. That feeling is even worsened when you have children.

I have children.

2 beautiful bright rays of sunshiny goodness that live amongst the madness that makes up New York. Don't get me wrong. I don't live Boyz in the Hood styles but random shootings are a very real part of life in my neighborhood. Just this past Sunday I was in Brownsville ( a part of New York that to me is like the Wild Wild West) visiting and when I walked out to go home I saw a three car pile up. Being the nosey person that I am, I walked over to see what was what. There were police and a local news camera there. i heard people talking about what happened. "I saw dude get pulled out of the car. He got shot in the head and was trying to get away but didn't know he was shot in the head and ended up crashing into 2 cars head on." This coming from a young lady who could not have been more that 14. She said it with such calmness. It was weird but I understood the calm. When you live and breathe that type of atmosphere it's a normal to you as water. There was another lady who was there and the only thing she was concerned about was the fact that she had called the local news and the news guy was not interested in putting her on camera. People are crazy I thought. Then I thought, Bitch you are just as crazy for being right over here, all up in it, observing. Right after that though process, I got the hell outta dodge.

I wonder what's gonna happen next in my neighborhood, on my block. Are the Hey Ma's and the yo Sexi's ever gonna learn the violence and thuggery are not cool or cute or any bit progressive? This can't be life but for many of them it is. It saddens and scares me. It really does.

Bock Bock Bock Bock

4 shots rang out

then he dropped

to the streets that he loved

from his bike he fell in the dark

Oh My God

Oh My God

people flood

puddles of blood

yo yo yo somebody call 911

cops come

yo somebody call 911

no movement

only tears

people screaming

fears

was it hey sexi

or

yo ma

was it the young boy on the block

who grew up from little to the man who now sells rocks?

whoever it was they are dead from 4 shots

Jay Z said it best when he rapped this:

purple haze

Billy Boy- I Love You

This cartoon is dedicated to my favorite Billy Boy.

Billy thanks for making my blog look delicious.

Check out his devilish blog HERE. NOT for the faint of heart:)

Bitch is as Bitch Does

So I painted this on Friday and I'm a tad bit aggravated cuz since I'm a relatively new "artist" I never know what materials or paint brushes to use. i just go and buy anything that's on clearance and go to town. I use a lot of stencils and stuff on my projects and to adhere them to the canvas I use
 this

the only issue i seem to be facing is that if I apply the stuff with my fingers i get no brush stroke impressions and If i use a brush I get the annoying impressions.
When I painted my Bitch painting above, I went over the whole painting with my turkey baster brush ( OK I know it sounds crazy but it was the biggest brush I had) and it left stroke impressions. So annoying.

Misfit

by Curiosity Killed the Cat is one of my all time favs of yesteryear. This video was directed by none other that Andy Warhol.My favorite boy is Julian. He had to be one of Andy's favs as well cuz he only named him and Miguel. I wonder why? I wanted to know the name of all the boys. The lead singers dance moves are too exciting for me to take. He makes me want to dance dance dance. I love the 80's.

Bored

Never Popped off Pop

Chills

This lady's energy is beyond anyone outside of Miss Lena Horne when it comes to live performances. This song haunted me when I was younger and Lena's song and video below is haunting my ass now. Oh music...why do ya do me like ya do?






Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame
A thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/bIv ]
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday....when I was young, young, young,......young

I'm Alive

even after i sweated about 10 pound off this morning during my very first Hot Yoga session. I am a newbie to regular old Yoga anyway, which I love love love by the way, so I thought I'd take it a step further by Hot Yogga-ing it up at a 6:30 am class this morning.

You walk into a room that feels a bit warm but to me all Yoga rooms feel like a sweat box before you even do one pose. Hot Yoga is an entirely different kinda of hot. It's jungle hot and

kind of scary considering that you are not allowed to leave the room during the 90 minute session.

I told my friend that I was taking it and she was like,"Girl, you crazy! How hot do they heat the room? I said, "I think to 130 degrees." She said,"WHAT?!?.. You Gotta be kidding me"

Honestly, I really did think that somewhere I heard that they heat the room up to 130 degrees but it's really to like 110 or something.

I already sweat like I wear leather in Jamaica during regular yoga. So you can imagine the slippery sweat that was a fallin during this stuff. I thought I would faint and or throw up in that damn room. It sort of feels like you are being locked in a steam room sans the steam.

So there we were, KC, SG and me. KC is is most experienced the realm of Yoga. SG and I are novices..totally and the least flexible. I can't even touch my damn toes. it was a good feeling to know that I had a non flexible bond with SG. I was a tad bit tight that the two white girls in the class were flexible fannies all day long. They were posing like Madonna. Oye Vay....maybe one day Court.

The Yoga instructor kept telling us to focus and our eyes in the mirror only I couldn't see my eyes cuz I didn't have on my glasses or contacts so I focused on this.

Don't ask me why.

Anyway, I made it through and walked all the way to work after with a pep in my step. I did feel like my legs were a bit cock with it too.

Aren't you supposed to feel like you have tons of energy after such a sweaty workout? If so, why do I want to crawl under my desk, behind the bubble wrap and fall fast asleep?

Vintage NEVER dies

There are few things that bring me more excitement than my love of vintage clothing.

It will always remain my biggest vice. Now that the years have added up to qualify me as officially grown (despite having given birth to 2 delicious humans), my search for all things Vintage have taken me to uncharted territories.

Designer Vintage......just the thought makes my mouth water.

I found this Vintage YSL Swing coat for a disgustingly cheap price of 26 bucks.

That's how I like it.

Please excuse the beyond generic photo. I still have no camera after being robbed last Halloween. My lovely children did replace my stolen Ipod with an Ipod touch for Mama's Day so at least I am walking with music once again. I am still saving my pennies for my dream camera.

The Ghost Who Walks

Currently on repeat....

Meow Bitches

My newest work..still in the rough.