Jamaica Day 4: Back to Christiana

Summah Jam: New Jamaican Dancehall Music

Jamaica: Day 2. Christiana Street Style

Halfway Tree, Kingston: Crowd's Reaction to Bolt, Blake, and Wier sweeping the 200 meter race in London (Olympics)

What Happened in Vegas

I wasn't planning on blogging about my adventures in Las Vegas. After all, there's a Vegas code... BUT, today I got an ego-boosting request for an update on my gloriously nonsensical life from a reader that made my day. So, without further ado I bring you: What Happend in Vegas.

Vegas was never on my bucket list of places to visit. I've never understood it's appeal. With it's bars, hotels, clubs and casinos, It's where people who haven't been to South Beach go to experience what my mum jokingly calls "dutty life". Not that I had any plans of living la vida "dutty". I was there on business to attend Cosmoprof and introduce a new product called INCEPTION, NOT gamble away my imaginary inheritance and indulge my hedonistic urges while a portrait of me rots in the attic.

Cosmoprof was a success. It was such a pleasure networking with the big wigs behind some of my favorite beauty brands and discovering some new and innovative products. My favorite meet-cute was meeting owner and creator behind Besame Cosmetics, the makeup behind movies and shows like The Artist and Mad Men, Gabrielle Hernandez, a woman who looks as if she just stepped out of a fabulous 1940's movie.

I have to take a moment thank the lovely models: Joyce Jones and Nataesha who, besides stopping traffic lanes of international business men in suits with their...ehem...charm, made working the convention so much fun.--And makeup artist/hair stylist Kaye Dash who transformed the girls into runway divas each morning (I definitely have to get her secret to getting those curls).

For a city named sin my trip was pretty tame. I spent the majority of it either working or having way too much fun riding the sideways-moving elevators in my pyramid hotel. But I did get to do some-sightseeing; the Venetian, Cosmopolitan and Caesar's Palace were okay but they had nothing on the blown glass ceilings, the whimsically themed gardens, and the dancing waterfall at Bellagio.

Being in Vegas was like being inside of an 80's arcade with no tokens left. I can't say it's on my the top of the list of places I've been; the novelty had definitely worn off by day 3, but it was a nice change and who can complain about staying in a pyramid (unless, of course, you're a mummy).  Model Joyce Jones put it all perspective with her insight: "If you don't sin a little, you'll explode!" to which I could only reply, "now that is what I call convention-al wisdom."

Models: Cool Blue Talent
Hotel: The Luxor
Hair by: Kaye Dash

Never Been Kissed: University, Frat Boys, and the Spies Who Love Them

As many may know, I graduated from Florida State University way back in 2009. And I’ve been a line marching, hum-drum beating, member of the adult society’s fold for quite awhile now. Well…that was before I went to Europe and came back to start living la vie boheme, or, as in we say in South Florida, La Vida Broka. Life has become quite interesting… in a good way. So… keeping with my newfound tradition of doing random things to blog about, I spent last week infiltrating my old University. Tallahassee: a Neverland filled with the Lost Homeboys; devoid of adults, a party city and a football town where pants are always optional and girls with pillow pets are old enough to drink. I was older, wiser, and most of all, I had mastered the art of coquetry.

Summer Days: Owling vs Planking

On a sunny Tuesday in suburban South Florida, we bourgeoisie like to congregate, en masse, in lofty little plazas where a Starbucks sign seems almost vulgar among the other stores.
  

HP7 Party, 70's style, and the Look for Less

Harry Potter is finally over. Toodle-loo!! I hate to see you go but how I loved watching you leave. Anyway...

Going Hamlet

Planking is passé, “Owling” is for the chromosomally impaired, and going HAM is too bourgeois. This summer, go HAMLET or go home!

Ooh Look What I Found

Be Yourself. Happy Independence Day!

Today’s the day for barbeque and fireworks. But while you’re out in the sun or schmoozing at a poolside with cocktails, be yourself; don’t eat watermelon like a poser. Follow THIS guy’s hilarious and possibly offensive advice, readers. Happy 4^th of July.

My Summah Jam

Say it with me guys; Summah. Summer, or as my favorite comedian Howard Kremer would call it, summah, is here. "You've gotta douse yourself in it. You've gotta get lousy with summah." Kremer says the most important thing you need to have a summah is a summah gum. I've chosen Extra mint chocolate chip as my summah gum, and now I have my summah jam: Nadia Oh’s, M.I.A.-esq, ode to Kate Middleton. Listen to “Taking Over the Dance Floor” above, chew your summah gum, and immerse yourself fully in summah.