In McQueen's World

Alexander McQueen has never failed at having a standoff-ish powerful impact on fashion. His strategy was impeccable and unfortunately he was one of the Greats to plead suicide. His clothes, or lets just say everything he touched told the WORLD, 'You can't fuck with me!' He deserves every recognition and even though people are still trying to figure this guy out, his latest collection for Autumn/Winter 2010 is by far the most bizaar and has left a personal yet timeless stamp on The World of Fashion. Haute Couture and High Couture at its Best. Using images of heavenly figures such as wings and angels, textures such as feathers and feathered heels!! It is a must-see if you are into Artsy Endeavors. He forever lives and that was his point. Move To Your Own Beat but don't kill yourself, unless that's something you're into. Love you McQueen.

Girl on Girl... @ The Shrine

It's ladies nite... lucky for you... 

Angie Mar is NOT on the mic. 

The DJ's & the drinks BANG!

If you're lucky, you might too at the night's end.

Every Thursday.

Hosted by mi favorito chicas of F.A.M.E.

Beige & Faith

A Sweet Song For That Special Lady

Today's Letter Kids is G

domestic abuse

disclaimer: this post will depart from the usual money cars clothes hoes fuckery; i apologize in advance.

apparently i would be hard pressed to find a lesbian who has not been a part of some sort of domestic foolery with her girlfriend. this is not me passing judgment. this is not me saying that i've never gone to Crobar, double fisted Moet and Patron for free thanks to Missy the bartender, come home in my skinny jeans and Coach sneakers, and slapped an unwanted house guest because she was reluctant to leave. this is not me being unable to recognize that to err is human. and to forgive is divine. but forgiving doesn't mean staying with or going back to her. this isn't me telling you what to do either. but it is me saying that, in my 28 years, no woman that i have ever loved* has ever punched me, choked me, muffed me, slapped me, kicked me, stomped me out... nothing. it is possible to keep it cute and respectable even when you're so mad you could spit fire. this isn't me implying that if she hits you she doesn't love you, either.

this is merely me saying that though it may have happened to you before, and the majority of women that you know... it doesn't happen to everyone and it doesn't have to happen to you again. #weoffthat #ontothenext

*there was that one time my mom choked me up against the bathroom wall when she found out i forged her name on something for school... but i digress.

they look nice and carefree here.

but you and i know what went down in that limo!

How many of us have them?

I always love a good adventure.

AND AIN'T NOBODY FRESHER!

I'm in Maison, Martin Margiela!! Shoe game!!

I'm In Miami B!!!!!!tch

For all intents and purposes I'd like to give my winter coat the finger!

REAL NICE N BIG!

...And not the one followed by alil fellatious activity.

THE LESBIFRIENDS ARE INVADING MIAMI THIS WEEKEND.

HOLD YOUR HEAD AND BRACE YOUR NECK.

AND PLEASE BE READY TO BEND THAT BACK.

WE'RE JUKIN'!

Barbie Loves Her Accessories

The subject of haute

The Mafia of Fashion.

I only post this to inform you. The subject of Haute Couture and the perception "fashionistas" have taken has greatly disturbed me in a couple of ways in which I will explain in only Facts. If you have a “passion for fashion” this pertains to those of you that simply just don’t know. I just ask that you know your History.

First. Pronounce Check.

HAUTE |ōt| (or haut) Which we all should know means fashionably elegant or high-class. However, if you are conversing or thought that pronouncing the ‘H’ in Haute was okay, then you were misguided. The ‘H’ is silent, you know, just like the ‘H’ in herbs. The other night, I was watching a YouTube video of June Ambrose (Stylist) and I noticed, while all in her fabulosity, she kept sounding out the ‘H’ in Haute in her dialect. Yet to mention, throwing around the word Haute is a big No No in Fashion itself. Which brings me to the next fact...

Second. The Core Meaning of Haute Couture

Haute Couture is the most expensive garment there is on the planet. Why? Because of the preparation and the dedication. The best seamtresses sew every part, every seam of a dress by hand… Usually taking days to complete one dress BY HAND. Details is heavily defined when dealing with an Haute Couture piece. Not only sewing the dress by hand is a requirement to speak of Haute Couture, but the fabric itself is also why a garment would run you about a half a million dollars or more…Right. Haute Couture is a protected name used by only firms that meet certain well-defined standards. Simply Put. When I mentioned The Mafia Of Fashion, that is exactly what I meant. Considered the Father of Haute Couture, Charles Frederick Worth, wouldn’t be so pleased to hear how loosely and degrading some people have used the word ‘Haute’ or any Fashion House for that matter. In France, the term haute couture is protected by law and is defined by the Chambre de commerce et d'industrie de Paris. Their rules state that only "those companies mentioned on the list drawn up each year by a commission domiciled at the Ministry for Industry are entitled to avail themselves" of the label haute couture. The criteria for haute couture were established in 1945 and updated in 1992.

read more after the HUMP

The Phuckery Revival

So your local superhomos, The LesbiFriends,

invaded Plush Ultra Lounge and well...

Phuckery by the boat load.

...while we have your undivided attention...

just wanna keep you abreast of whats next.

:: 02.14.10 ::

STUPID CUPID

make up or break up

:: 02.14.10 ::

we'll have a live band jam sessionin' w/ a DJ...

you prolly wont wanna miss it.

#TRACKLEGS

Everyone But Beyonce III

Ebony Thomas

Ebony is the lead singer of the British, afro-punk band Ebony Bones.

songwriter ♪ record producer ♪ self-taught musician

QUIET!

She has something to SAY!

'...a majority of music in the mainstream world is about nothing'

(Enjoy)

PS, They'll be here in ChicaGO 2/6/20X @ The Green Dolphin.

(I think you should come)

-bearhugs & sweetkisses

raindrops (them oohs, them ahhs)

if you thought you had a good time at a strip club before, take a trip to magic city so you can realize you never knew what good was. chum it up with the 400lbs bouncer who will try to befriend you, after sending you back to your car because he found the camera you thought you could sneak in. make a bee line for the bar and spend 15 minutes deciding between the high priced shots or a bottle, whilst being distracted by the bartender's melons (she will put your debit card and ID between them if you keep your tab open). grab a seat front & center and prepare to be amazed, fall in love, spend your rent money, and get high off contact.

tight weave. flat stomachs. double clit rings. thigh high boots. soft skin. straight teeth. track legz.

The Head Game Follies Pt. 1

We’ve all been there. 

You meet, you’re attracted, you chit and chat, get to know one another. You think she’s amazing, and then…..you have sex. 

Wiggedy Wiggedy Wack son! 

Head is thee worst. No direction, no clue, no good! It’s a travesty. What a waste. I implore you all to be confident in what you do, however never, and I mean never be bad in bed. Don’t even dilute yourself with thoughts of “I’m pretty good” when you’re not, cause you’ll be led astray every time.  Our little community is small, believe me, your girl tells her girls when you fail, and we’re snickering behind your back. *smh* poor thing. 

The culprits:  

The Overly Confident: 

They talk too much about what they’d do to you, brag about being the best. Tell you you’ll never find another as skilled as them, and in actuality they come close to gnawing your clit off.

The Lazy Mouth: 

This person probably means well, but lacks motivation, and direction.

The experience can be compared to nothing more than watching paint dry, as you feel absolutely nothing except the urge to yell STOP!

The Over Achiever: 

I commend anyone who wants to be good at what they do, but there’s such a thing as over kill. You don’t have to prove anything. I don’t need you to suck me till I’m numb. You can replace the “n” with a “c” loose the “b” and stop there, please, and thank you.

The Selfish: 

This really grinds my gears. This woman teases you to no end, samples the “merch” during, without really diving in, but always passes out post climax, and leaves you hot and bothered with empty promises of “let me lay here a second, and I got you” or “you took all my energy”. Bullshit!

Yikes! I’m starting to get flashbacks, so I’ll stop here. If you have any examples, please post.

A Dressers Best Friend

If you are a connoisseur of bow ties, pause for a moment of empathy. Whether you like them or not, bow ties are a classic staple for any smart dresser. It also shows that you care about your appearance. You find yourself making sure its straight every 17 minutes with an

‘I look better than you’ smirk on your face all day and what tops it off is the style, texture, and creativeness of the Bow Tie.

Its Truly A Clean Finish.

Take a look at these David Hart & Company's authentic Scottish tartan bow ties below. Each tie is 100% premium imported wool from one of the oldest weaving mills in Scotland and tipped with rich Italian silk. Hand made with the utmost attention to detail. This is Real Haute.

Start @ $115 to get your bow tie game up visit the website http://www.davidhartnyc.com/

Now tell me you don’t feel me. ‘Ye does…