random blurbs from a model living in Nyc..Noo, that's not all i do, but that got your attention right?

the art of fashion inspires in many a euphoric feeling - the thrill of discovering, being discovered, or creating..its fads, mishaps, and greats..the pioneers and the trendetters. stressful..hell yeah. especially if your profession is right smack-dab in the middle of it.

my euphoria inspired by fashion and tempered by its demands.

sheesh my back :/

sigh my back pain keeps getting worse..hopefully i can get it looked at soon. had a good day with baby, went to check out some jobs with baby..hopefully he gets it!!

im going to be on my own tomorrow…i think the lineup will be sleep, wash my clothes, look up better photographers, work on my comp cards, nd watch top model…nd clean my closet lol . that shyt is messy :/

time to relax nd BLOG! lmao

hmm..

hola folks :) sittin at the computer now..

had a good day with baby..we chilled nd had our laughs and good times as usual :D had dinner nd went home..

remembered that there are a couple of things I need to make sure are taken care of at the bakery, so im going to stop in early tomorrow morning and make sure they’re taken care of.

but now that im home, i feel like something’s missing.. or a part of me is missing..damn i love him..

no, i’m not laughing because I don’t think you’re funny; I’m not laughing because your joke just didnt get to the lobe in my brain that controls my laughter
i wanna pop bottles..who’s bringin me some?
…eyelids droop heavily..bearing the weight of a day’s long hard struggles and obstacles…of excitement..of disappoointments..of success…and finally, fatigue..
sweet nothings murmured in one’s ear dance like fireflies from flower to flower..or like sweet wind caressing the curves on one’s face…

i wonder if when people see me, they see intelligence.

Do not label me as a pretty face, a naturally sexy being, a beautiful slim body with lovely features..please don’t look at me as just something to look at..I’m smart, you know. I could run circles around you in topics concerning a million-and-one different things..yet you see me and your eyes run over me covetously..you see my easy smile, dancing eyes, and open face…my firm and full bosom, my slight waist that tapers to my small behind…and you want to grab me. You think that you can have me…should have me..but you’re wrong. All those features are what God gave me externally..they are just attributes..what He gave me internally is what you should be focused on. There is a passion that blows through my body, an intelligence that zips through my extremities like the fastest bolt of electricity, an understanding of pain and suffering that affects the way i view and deal with others and also influences my temperament. Please do not look at me and call me beautiful..

..if you won’t see the beauty inside of me.

..hearts filled with love, minds full of thoughts, bellies full of air, bed filled with entangled limbs and bodies filled with kindred souls..

Sittin here slurpin on my applesauce

Ever had applesauce by slurping it up with a straw?? Don’t lie! Lol it is the most awesomely lazy way to nourish one’s self :)

rest not, live not
there must be something about you that fascinates me without me being conscious of being so..or else your presence wouldn’t enthrall me so..

Just a thought..

I’m back from a long day. Went to work, ate dinner with the bf, and looked for clothes for my next shoot. 

Being a model, there is definitely that idea of being superficial and materialistic..and if you really want to delve further; lacking identity. 

I say this because, yes - there are standards for models. If you belong to this group you must have A, B, and C.. so on and so forth. When you walk the runway, your designer sets it so that there is a certain style to be maintained throughout his or her chosen group. There is no individuality because your task is to portray something else.

Speaking of certain style, yes, there is the overwhelming element of fashion. It may be seen as shallow and very much of-the-world to follow fashion trends and what not; seeking out the latest styles..what’s old but unique, new but old-fashioned.

Yes. Being a model means that you are very much of-the-world: your life is based on industry and society conforms. Everything is criticized, under scrutiny, and often times made glamorous. 

However

.. it is very much like any other job in this world. You take a look at a model and think that they’ve got it easy - they get paid to look beautiful. Ha! That is only grazing the absolute and outermost surface of the whole thing. The hours of work, frustration, deprivation, perseverance, etc etc and beyond that go into this line of work is amazing. This is a profession that is so competitive it’s not even funny. You’re not what they’re looking for, somebody else will be. If you’re not where you need to be, somebody else will be able to seize the opportunities that you could have benefited from. 

And what’s funny is, .. that’s how every other profession is. 

The graphic designer, the nurse, the real estate agent, the basketball player, the football player, the mom, the dad, the technician, the stylist, the makeup artist, the CEO…all these people someone from the outside looking in, could believe that they’ve got it made, yet fail to realize all the work that went into getting themselves there, or the effort required to keep themselves there.

Final note..let’s not be so quick to dismiss, judge or to assume..what the other goes through, we have no idea. 

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