Empires may crumble but great leaders and innovators never fade out from the fabric of time. They are celebrated always with merriment and admiration. Betsey Johnson is no exception to this truth. After thirty-four years on top of the fashion world the, forever respected, designer has filed Chapter 11 bankruptcy. She was and is the epitome of fun, free and forever young. Here are some photos that bare witness to the great creativity and mastery that was the Betsey Johnson brand. Also, be sure to check her online store, as everything must go but, I have a feeling we have not seen the last of this original wonder woman.
Vintage Betsey Johnson 1960’s
These models were temporarily tattooed by Betsey herself by hand for her 2012 Spring runway show!
This woman (above) is gorgeous. Check her and the other Betsey dolls in the video below.
I’m in love with this dress.
Go Gurrl! Not bad for a woman of 69 years old!
We will miss you.
These lady lifters are a part of the Charlotte Olympia‘s spring 2012 collection.They will set you back a whopping $2,395. Still a girl can dream. Aren’t they SEXY and Classy?! Check out her website to be further enthralled.
Her name is CHARLOTTE DELLAL and this half Brazilian, half English beauty is all the rage on runways and subways as New York fashionistas embrace the London based designer. “Each shoe is handcrafted in Italy using only the finest materials…” By definition her designs are masterpieces. And who can resist a masterpiece?? Katy Perry, Beyoncé, Sarah Jessica Parker, Heidi Klum, Kelly Rolland and Blake Lively (just to name a few) sure can’t! They are all crushing on the designs inspired by the glamour of old and drooling over the meticulous attention to detail. Though CHARLOTTE DELLAL birthed her brand, Charlotte Olympia, in 2007, she officially opened the doors to her flagship store in the summer of 2010, located in Maddox street, London. But you don’t have to travel overseas to Europe inorder to don the signature gold spider-web logo. Bergdorf Goodman, Net-a-porter and Neiman Marcus are a few home based retailers that carry the line OR you can also find some great steals on ebay as well!Here is the link! Whether your looking to buy, a reason to cry or simply to be inspired I strongly recommend checking out her site!www.charlotteolympia.com She is hands down my new designer crush!
For as long as I can remember, I have dreamt of being an artist, that was able to eat and provide a steady living for herself. My blog is not even remotely close to where I want to take it or even close to meeting its potential…. There is so much that I want to gain from bearing my soul through writing and art. I want what anyone wants, TO BE HEARD! To have a voice. Whether screaming from the stroke of my brush or from the top of my lungs… I have something to say… I’m done whispering… I ultimately want to write for the glossies, children’s books, other websites and have a column in the New York Times (((That would be Dope!…of course I couldn’t say that in such a refined publication..lol but it would be!)) Hey you never know! Why is it that so many have forsaken their childhood dreams or have just simply forgotten how to dream BIG! Fuck it, Why can’t I have what I want if I work hard enough for it. Why should I let anyone make me feel like I don’t deserve what I want.. and so what if my confidence blinds you… put on shades. Why should anyone dim their light to be accepted by other individuals that are just afraid to feel GREAT or fearful to harness GREATNESS. Nah… not me honey. I want to raise my baby A.K.A Posh Pirate, a brand that will encompass ALL my talents.. and quite frankly I make no apologies for believing I will.
GOING OUT GUNZ BLAZIN’!!!!
Tonight was freezing! And In an instant the tyrannical cold temperatures were absorbed into my body upon impact. on the out side I was sweating profusely but inside it seemed as if my organs were being preserve for distribution. Upon each attempt to exhale I felt empty rigid air scraping my insides up, fighting to escape.
“Let me be dreaming, please God let this be a dream.”
Once again my moral innocence was raped. My eyes felt such a nakedness, as if what I just witnessed was the first tragedy my immature mind ever tried on for size. “Its like the cemetery across the street is collecting bodies on this road.” I thought to myself somewhere in between, “Oh my God!” and “What the Fuck!” and “Holy shit” and fervent pleas for his life.
“I should have told him to step back.”
For a moment his body eclipsed the moon, stars, and the flickering street light. His sneakers splattered, staining the concrete where they landed. For all those who bore witness to the tragedy earlier tonight those sneakers pose as a tragic reminder of the brutal uncertainties of life. Within the stained brains of passers by those sneakers lay. His blood streamed and his body laid mangled; seemingly disproportionate due to the bones that were no longer in their proper groves.
I ran to him immediately. “Can you hear me!” I repeated three times. Of course he couldn’t. I realized this when I’d seen that the blood was coming from his ears. nose, mouth, and head. I looked closer and realized his eyes were rolled back. Time stopped. NOT rhetorically either, at least not for me. I swear, everything stopped and all I wanted to do was hug this stranger. Hold him and cry for him as if he were my son or brother. I thought i was looking at a dead boy… until he began to gasp.
As horrendous as the sight was. As he held on to his life. I thanked god from the deepest place in my soul… beyond my heart. Hes Alive. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Ala. Thank you Universe. It was the most uncertain peace Ive ever encountered up to date. The ambulance arrived quickly. But the boys condition was severe. When the police arrived my heart which had been torn from my chest upon the vehicles impact, was then smudged into the concrete like a saliva and chemically drenched, lipstick stained cigarette butt.
The officer must have not realized that this was a boy. A woman bore him. Someone loves him. He is someones grandson. Maybe, it didn’t occur to him that this was a human being that belonged to a family or maybe he didn’t realize how devastating the experience could be for the rest of this kids life. Because aside from the fact that they took so long. He expressed zero sympathy. I asked if they needed a statement from a witnesses. He said, “No”. BUT that for insurance purposes the woman who hit the boy might be interested in my contact info. That Mother fucker. Maybe.. Just maybe the parents of the boy might also be interested in a documented statement, considering the fact that this irresponsible woman had ample time to see their son before impact.
Just as fast as it began it ended. He was off to the hospital. and my life was left on the side of the road along with his jacket that they cut off his body with surgical scissors. That boy gave me something eerily close to new life.
Suddenly, the air tasted different. Crisp. I have never been so grateful. Grateful to not feel pain. Physical pain. Because my imaginations rendition of the pain he must have felt was enough. I don’t want to sleep for fear of living this night over again.
There is a boy lying in the hospital and I cant free my mind from thoughts of him. I just want him to live. I just want him to be okay. I want to never pretend that this didn’t happen. He deserves for someone to remember. He deserves more than insurance money. He deserves for someone to care with spirit mind and soul. I will never forget. Even if I selfishly tried… shallowly tried… I couldn’t. We are all connected. My endless tears tonight bare witness to this truth.
This is REAL. As in Non-fiction. Not fake. This boy is real and so are his wounds. so is his pain. All because he was not conscience of his surroundings and he crossed a road with the false confidence that he would not be hit. I should have told him to step back but I didnt. So now im telling you all. Step back! Look all over when crossing the street. Walk at the crosswalk! No exceptions if possible. Dont think, “he/she won’t hit ME.” We are the authors of our own destinies. End your story with glory not horror. Walk awake. Life is not all lillies in the valley. There are also thorns, fires and careless drivers on the road. Beware!
The other day I’m on the Perez Hilton site, right?……Well actually, it turned out to be more like a ‘Twilight Zone’ time portal. You remember the spiral one.. Yeah, just like that! Boo-ya-ka back to the story…..
About three years ago, I had a dream that would’ve had the most prestigious psychologist question my sanity. And of course… I thought it was just morbid and crazy enough to be the most brilliant idea ever! Okay, so not ever exactly, But it was twisted and it was different.
Caution: Before you read on, I would like to assure the public that I am very sensitive to the topic we are about to dive into. Still, the creative connotation of such a controversial concept and topic is Genius. It is because of how offensive, unlikely and unfathomable… even abominable the subject matter is- that makes it sinfully intriguing. This is just MY personal opinion. Continue reading