PHOTO DIARY: SIDEWALK PAINT



PHOTO DIARY: SIDEWALK PAINT



SOUL-TRAVELER: “Halo” Painting’s poetic dedication titled, “I am”.

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This picture was taken in 2006, the same year I wrote this piece titled, “I am”.

Soul Traveler is the second blog that I’m working on consisting of my written creative works. This is me behind the smiles and the pints of Guiness. Cheers!

I am a Womyn with words. I dance because it allows me the key to free my hidden inhibitions… they remind me that I’m perfectly imperfect… This reminds me to breath.

I am a Womyn with passions. I write songs of my soul that dance and paint color in the eyes of poetic masters that gesture, “I too am great.” They suggest by their legacy that a dreamer dreams and that dreams flourish.

I am a Womyn with Intellect. A devote student of life and lives. In my eyes I see humanity a beautiful monster like a little girl with Shirley Temple curls screaming at the very top of her lungs……… Wouldn’t you say this too?

I am pensive, lost in thoughts of observations. No box to confine my heart. Instead there is a box that exposes it….. That box being the earth with the dirt and the air and the trees and the birds in the sky that keep me nailed to my knees because I worship her beauty that reminds me of me.

I am an Artist, a master of canvases real and imagined. I draw surreal dreams; I write of erotic adventures that I play over and over and over again in the auditorium of my secret domain where my lust it thrive…because I am a sexual creature.

I am fun crazy deep true to me free. Alive. I am all of these things and more..

I am a Womyn. I stand for what I believe in. Equality. I am more than just a pretty face painted over with mauve shadow and Fuscia lips. Shit I am a Womyn that to me means that I am powerful…in many ways. I embrace love. I live my femininity. I am independent and free to define my true idenity. I am a Womyn. I have talents, ideas and a vision for a world that I can say I help create…everyday. I am a womyn. Sometimes loud, aggressive, Latin and Proud.. I am a Womyn who lives, who reads, who sees a world in progress. I am a Womyn who is me.

By Natalie Olivo AKA Zen Stiles

Empire Beauty: “The Tents” Documentary

If you dig Fashion this documentary will rock your socks off! I LOVE Fashion and I LOVE New York. This documentary incorporates both a history of Fashion and of a magical period that changed the face of Fashion in New York City (and the world for that matter) forever…. A must see for Fashion heads everywhere! It can be found on Netflix, Cablevision on-demand and iTunes. Buen Provecho!

Fall Foliage: Oscar de la Renta Fall 2012 – The Word Game!

I’m a very passionate Latina woman. So, I LOVE many things! I LOVE words maybe just as much as I LOVE fashion! Actually you may think I’m a bit crazy, but, (CONFESSION) I FALL in LOVE with words… I literally get butterflies in my stomach when I discover new words that have a melodic syllabic flow… True story. (Bashful face) and I even think that the letter sequence of certain words are almost like artistic creations. I also feel this same way each season when new collections are revealed on virgin catwalks. Each season comes with new opportunities to fall in Love with Fashion all over again!

For this article I’ve decided to take my two favorite LOVES and marry them in creative matrimony…. A Posh Pirate special! So this is how we play the game. I’m going to choose one word and from that one word, I will find multiple words within that word to describe each of these Oscar de la Renta works of art. This is a game called “Word in a Word”

1. Mellifluous (My current love!) 

My Word Finds: Soulful, Fuse, Emus (it’s a bird lol)

…….okay okay so this was a hard one, but I had to get it out of the way and use this beautiful word early on. The definition is just as beautiful as this de la Renta sunrise puffed out skirt. It means, having a smooth rich flow, mellifluous voice, filled with something (as honey) that sweetens!

My one and only gripe, sorry Oscar, is that I would have used a different model. Maybe an olive toned Mediterranean or Latina with dark brunette locks up in a bun, like a flamenco dancer and scratch the earrings, the dress is bold enough alone. Place a red flower in the ear or on an elastic band. Nude make up and fiery red lips! Magic.

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2. Fashionista

My Word Finds: Astonish, Shaitans (n. – (Islam) a rebellious jinni who leads men astray), Satin,  Softish

This looks like an outfit I would wear to ‘The Hudson Valley Shakespeare festival’. To wear this there would be dream like…mmmm.

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3. Glamorous 

My Word Finds: Amorous, Orgasm, Goal, Glam, Slam (as in Slam Dunk), Soar, Loom

I adore the effect of this fabric. A corset belt would accentuate in all the right places.

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4. Sophisticate

My Word Finds: Spice, Chaos, Hottie, Poetic, Patches, Shape, Taste, Teach, Toast, Ace, Hips

This has Posh Pirate written all over it… Classy, sassy and Flashy! Love this look.. Minus the fish nets. I would go with a Cuban heel stocking.

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5. Androgynous

My Word Finds: Sugar, Adorn, Young, Aura, Ray, Rad

My favorite detail would have to be the brooch tie! It balances and centers the whole outfit.

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6. Intellectual 

My Word Finds: Entice, Tune, Intact, Lucent, Talent, Elate, Cute (Not my favorite word) but it works..

What I enjoy the most is the way the models soft features compliment the outfit. Such a great match. My personal taste is a bit more flamboyant, (Love love love the word Flamboyant) but I can appreciate the simplicity of this outfit.

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7. Untouchable 

My Word Finds: Hot, Hue, Halo, Haute

I would Rock the shit out of this outfit! The proper hair and make-up will turn this look up about ten notches…

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8. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

My Word Finds: Glorious, Ace, Fire, Ego, Flare, Gold, Perfect, Sex, Luscious, Praise, Arousal, Artful 

This outfit to ME is ravishing… The shirt alone is bewitching. The whole outfit in its entirety is prepossessing without being too much. Its Beautiful and mainly its elegant.

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Life is full of wonder and beauty! For me its Art, Words, Fashion, Food, Culture ……. (Laughter) actually for me its almost everything ……. that culminates to an appreciation for my existence. For you it might be other delights. The key is to indulge in what inspires you. Oscar de la Renta inspires ME as does the sounds of words dancing off my tongue… lol. Thank You for taking the time to indulge with me.

“Act like a Lady, Kick Ass like a Kung-Fu master!”

Fall Foliage: Oscar de la Renta Fall 2012 – The Word Game!

I’m a very passionate Latina woman. So, I LOVE many things! I LOVE words maybe just as much as I LOVE fashion! Actually you may think I’m a bit crazy, but, (CONFESSION) I FALL in LOVE with words… I literally get butterflies in my stomach when I discover new words that have a melodic syllabic flow… True story. (Bashful face) and I even think that the letter sequence of certain words are almost like artistic creations. I also feel this same way each season when new collections are revealed on virgin catwalks. Each season comes with new opportunities to fall in Love with Fashion all over again!

For this article I’ve decided to take my two favorite LOVES and marry them in creative matrimony…. A Posh Pirate special! So this is how we play the game. I’m going to choose one word and from that one word, I will find multiple words within that word to describe each of these Oscar de la Renta works of art. This is a game called “Word in a Word”

1. Mellifluous (My current love!) 

My Word Finds: Soulful, Fuse, Emus (it’s a bird lol)

…….okay okay so this was a hard one, but I had to get it out of the way and use this beautiful word early on. The definition is just as beautiful as this de la Renta sunrise puffed out skirt. It means, having a smooth rich flow, mellifluous voice, filled with something (as honey) that sweetens!

My one and only gripe, sorry Oscar, is that I would have used a different model. Maybe an olive toned Mediterranean or Latina with dark brunette locks up in a bun, like a flamenco dancer and scratch the earrings, the dress is bold enough alone. Place a red flower in the ear or on an elastic band. Nude make up and fiery red lips! Magic.

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2. Fashionista

My Word Finds: Astonish, Shaitans (n. – (Islam) a rebellious jinni who leads men astray), Satin,  Softish

This looks like an outfit I would wear to ‘The Hudson Valley Shakespeare festival’. To wear this there would be dream like…mmmm.

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3. Glamorous 

My Word Finds: Amorous, Orgasm, Goal, Glam, Slam (as in Slam Dunk), Soar, Loom

I adore the effect of this fabric. A corset belt would accentuate in all the right places.

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4. Sophisticate

My Word Finds: Spice, Chaos, Hottie, Poetic, Patches, Shape, Taste, Teach, Toast, Ace, Hips

This has Posh Pirate written all over it… Classy, sassy and Flashy! Love this look.. Minus the fish nets. I would go with a Cuban heel stocking.

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5. Androgynous

My Word Finds: Sugar, Adorn, Young, Aura, Ray, Rad

My favorite detail would have to be the brooch tie! It balances and centers the whole outfit.

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6. Intellectual 

My Word Finds: Entice, Tune, Intact, Lucent, Talent, Elate, Cute (Not my favorite word) but it works..

What I enjoy the most is the way the models soft features compliment the outfit. Such a great match. My personal taste is a bit more flamboyant, (Love love love the word Flamboyant) but I can appreciate the simplicity of this outfit.

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7. Untouchable 

My Word Finds: Hot, Hue, Halo, Haute

I would Rock the shit out of this outfit! The proper hair and make-up will turn this look up about ten notches…

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8. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

My Word Finds: Glorious, Ace, Fire, Ego, Flare, Gold, Perfect, Sex, Luscious, Praise, Arousal, Artful 

This outfit to ME is ravishing… The shirt alone is bewitching. The whole outfit in its entirety is prepossessing without being too much. Its Beautiful and mainly its elegant.

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Life is full of wonder and beauty! For me its Art, Words, Fashion, Food, Culture ……. (Laughter) actually for me its almost everything ……. that culminates to an appreciation for my existence. For you it might be other delights. The key is to indulge in what inspires you. Oscar de la Renta inspires ME as does the sounds of words dancing off my tongue… lol. Thank You for taking the time to indulge with me.

“Act like a Lady, Kick Ass like a Kung-Fu master!”

IN A CLASS All HER OWN: Marilyn Monroe

Marilyn Monroe By Andy Warhol (1962)

Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.” Marilyn Monroe 

Click here for VanityFair article on Marilyn Monroe 

Legends never die. This has never been more true, especially when speaking of the silver screen siren, Marilyn Monroe. 50 years after her departure from this earths soil, Marilyn is still gracing the covers of major fashion magazines and debuting in world renowned film festivals. Vanity Fair pays tribute to the fallen Goddess with exclusive outtakes from her last on-set photoshoot and The 2012 Cannes film festival, has chosen to share the spotlight with Marilyn, as they too celebrate the festivals 65th anniversary.

They say she was born a ward of the state bouncing from orphanage to orphanage, but if you ask me, she was a born a wonder to the world. An enigma in her own right. The offspring of seduction. The creator of fantasy and sexual suggestiveness. Given the name Norma Jeane Mortenson at birth; re-named Marilyn Monroe at her rebirth, draped in an air of devilish innocence, this single starlet lit up the Hollywood skies and the imagination of men and women everywhere. From the likes of icon Andy Warhol to baseball extraordinair, Joe DiMaggio, whom she shared a short lived engagement with before moving on to playwright, Arthur Miller, who wed in 1956; Mrs. Monroe wooed them all! Not even our 35th President stood a chance against this enticing hypnotist. Her aura was like a starving lioness on the prowl seeking whom she may devour… Not even Marilyn knew the effect that she had on her many admirers.

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After her untimely death at the tender age of 36, the world grieved and have been mourning ever since. We are not celebrating the anniversary of her death so much as we are revering the existence of a LEGEND. Long live the one and only, queen of the screen, Marilyn Monroe.

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The Official Marilyn Monroe Website

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R I P Marilyn Monroe 1926 – 1962

Splattered Paint: Beyonce Soundtrack- ‘Halo’ (Painting)

This is a painting inspired by femininity, power, sensuality and women who have harnessed there own personal greatness. The name of the painting is ‘Halo’. This painting pays homage to the warrior spirit in every woman. We at times lose sight of the great honor it is to have been created a woman. Ladies rise up and claim your Halos.

Halo- An atmoshere or quality of glory, magesty, sanctity.  

Poetic Spring Gardens: Oscar de la Renta Spring 2012

The Oscar de la Renta, Spring 2012 collection is Phenomenal and inspiring… Here I’ve joined some personal works of poetry with amazing Runway picks that got my creative juices flowing. Enjoy the energizing brights and flowing fabrics.

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Blankets laid. Green satin grass promenading across curvaceous landscapes. The trees soaking in every sun ray as if it were a large glass of lemonade. And even though the paved roads are like wine stains tainting mother natures veils train, they allow my feet to find grace…To climb this mountains pale face- lined with wild flowers like pink lace speckled with glitter. This is my dream place. Wrapped around the earth is Gods grace. -Zen Stiles (Cycle Bliss)

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Like a warm spring breeze unexpected, your cascading self essence became the dominating presence in the lessened world in which my afflicted soul took residence. And like rain showers that pour… leaving the earth yearning for more to absorb… I couldn’t sleep without my portion. I couldn’t sleep with out my Roman. Now I lay in this bed in complete solace hoping spring breezes never cross my province or loam. I am a beautiful woman all alone. Happier in this moment than ever before. Even with this acid rain streaming scars down my face. Even with the residue of love in my mouth I’m still forced to taste. I dream in poetry. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Acid Rain’)

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I’m AWAKE in this moment. ALIVE and scolding. Aware of my SELF with childhood dreams soaring. up up Up.. and contrary to all that I may believe about myself… Woman I am Golden! (inhale, exhale and repeat) I am Golden! Bold and with confidence bulging. I’m conquering without knowing where my path may take me. Excited about my YES NO and MAYBE’S. Today I am beauty and brainy. I’m a classy fucking lady and you best believe that this world is mine for the taking. -Zen Stiles (Freestyle)

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Astonishing. Brilliant. Conqueror. Queen. Extraordinary. Powerful. Positive. Chief. Champion. Mind-blowing. Feminist. Fabulous. Incredible. Winner. President. CEO. Heaven sent. Mademoiselle. Princess. Wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Lover. Seductress. Siren. Sexy. Sultry. Relevant. Confident. Funny. Fascinating. Feminine. Fierce. Outstanding. Outrageous. Lady. Misses. Out of this world. Virtuous. Wonderful. Superb. Independent. Intelligent. Impressive. woman. -Zen Stiles (Goddess)

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So warm, this place where scorn can not touch my skin- where I lay naked, blameless and fameless. Hungering for nothing. Perfectly and willingly empty. Patiently waiting for the induction of every spiritual seduction that will guide the potters hand, as he molds my treading soul without form, permeating through the sands of time. In this moment the hour-glass is mine. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Spawn’)

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I may never get married. I’m thinking of grabbing a Kayak and heading out to the Zambezi in Africa or perhaps going out to Hawaii and taking up surfing as a profession or maybe trekking through Europe with nothing but my Foxy good looks and my trusty Swiss army knife with 6 functions. If it comes down to it; I may just hop in a hooptie and explore our beautiful homeland starting with the Appalachians. All the while I plan to write, paint and create designs for T-shirts, Totes and Thongs. OR Maybe it’s better not to know what tomorrow brings …. Maybe being excited about today and the MYSTERY of tomorrow is the TRUE ADVENTURE. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Inspiration’)

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size- But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, it’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. -Maya Angelou (‘Phenomenal Woman’)

Poetic Spring Gardens: Oscar de la Renta Spring 2012

The Oscar de la Renta, Spring 2012 collection is Phenomenal and inspiring… Here I’ve joined some personal works of poetry with amazing Runway picks that got my creative juices flowing. Enjoy the energizing brights and flowing fabrics.

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Blankets laid. Green satin grass promenading across curvaceous landscapes. The trees soaking in every sun ray as if it were a large glass of lemonade. And even though the paved roads are like wine stains tainting mother natures veils train, they allow my feet to find grace…To climb this mountains pale face- lined with wild flowers like pink lace speckled with glitter. This is my dream place. Wrapped around the earth is Gods grace. -Zen Stiles (Cycle Bliss)

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Like a warm spring breeze unexpected, your cascading self essence became the dominating presence in the lessened world in which my afflicted soul took residence. And like rain showers that pour… leaving the earth yearning for more to absorb… I couldn’t sleep without my portion. I couldn’t sleep with out my Roman. Now I lay in this bed in complete solace hoping spring breezes never cross my province or loam. I am a beautiful woman all alone. Happier in this moment than ever before. Even with this acid rain streaming scars down my face. Even with the residue of love in my mouth I’m still forced to taste. I dream in poetry. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Acid Rain’)

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I’m AWAKE in this moment. ALIVE and scolding. Aware of my SELF with childhood dreams soaring. up up Up.. and contrary to all that I may believe about myself… Woman I am Golden! (inhale, exhale and repeat) I am Golden! Bold and with confidence bulging. I’m conquering without knowing where my path may take me. Excited about my YES NO and MAYBE’S. Today I am beauty and brainy. I’m a classy fucking lady and you best believe that this world is mine for the taking. -Zen Stiles (Freestyle)

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Astonishing. Brilliant. Conqueror. Queen. Extraordinary. Powerful. Positive. Chief. Champion. Mind-blowing. Feminist. Fabulous. Incredible. Winner. President. CEO. Heaven sent. Mademoiselle. Princess. Wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Lover. Seductress. Siren. Sexy. Sultry. Relevant. Confident. Funny. Fascinating. Feminine. Fierce. Outstanding. Outrageous. Lady. Misses. Out of this world. Virtuous. Wonderful. Superb. Independent. Intelligent. Impressive. woman. -Zen Stiles (Goddess)

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So warm, this place where scorn can not touch my skin- where I lay naked, blameless and fameless. Hungering for nothing. Perfectly and willingly empty. Patiently waiting for the induction of every spiritual seduction that will guide the potters hand, as he molds my treading soul without form, permeating through the sands of time. In this moment the hour-glass is mine. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Spawn’)

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I may never get married. I’m thinking of grabbing a Kayak and heading out to the Zambezi in Africa or perhaps going out to Hawaii and taking up surfing as a profession or maybe trekking through Europe with nothing but my Foxy good looks and my trusty Swiss army knife with 6 functions. If it comes down to it; I may just hop in a hooptie and explore our beautiful homeland starting with the Appalachians. All the while I plan to write, paint and create designs for T-shirts, Totes and Thongs. OR Maybe it’s better not to know what tomorrow brings …. Maybe being excited about today and the MYSTERY of tomorrow is the TRUE ADVENTURE. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Inspiration’)

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size- But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, it’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. -Maya Angelou (‘Phenomenal Woman’)

Beware the Evil Eye: Alexa Chung Nail Tutorial


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I LOVE fashion forward women! These ladies possess an unparalleled uniqueness that has no limits and crosses all boundaries. Their creative expression comes from a place deep within their, ‘Pollack painted’, souls. A secret garden of beautiful chaos. They share this giftedness with the world through an amazing sense of personal style.

Alexa Chung is one of these women. She is a model, TV personality, print journalist and a TREND SETTER, which brings me to this tutorial inspired by her ‘Evil eye’ nails that I spotted in the newest vogue magazine. ‘Evil eye’ charms are said to ward off envy and ill intent projected onto its victims through a glare that is otherwise known as “The Evil eye”.

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 Personally… I just really enjoyed the look.

LET’S BEGIN!

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STEP 1. You will need a nail file to even out the nails. Black,White, and blue nail art paint and a nude polish. The Nail art paint Im using is from ‘Kiss’. I found them at my local beauty supply store for $1.99  each! The Nude polish is from ‘Essie’.

If you want to get creative and give this look a more personal touch why don’t you try switching the blue nail color for something that better compliments your taste. I’d like to try an orange or maybe a pink eye. No pun intended lol. Keep polish brush clean of excess paint and do the hand that is most difficult for you to paint first.

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STEP 2. Once you’ve filed your nails evenly  and have shaped them to your liking, coat  nails twice with the Nude polish and let dry completely. 

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STEP 3. White nail art paint: Create football shapes onto each nail. You can also try doing just ‘the ring’ finger or every other nail. 

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STEP 4. Blue nail art paint: Paint these half circles to create the iris’. Make sure you leave some white in the center and don’t  worry about small imperfections. Expect that not all your eyes will look alike.

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STEP 5. This is where you MUST have a steady hand. Also, you are going to need just a little bit of guts. Especially, when your doing the hand that seems most awkward to paint. Trust in your technique and go with it. Make sure while you’re applying the black detail you keep the paint brush clean of excess paint to avoid a mess. It will drip periodically so be aware. It may make you feel more confident to test the lines thickness on a scrap piece of paper before painting the actual nail. 

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Should look something like this.

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STEP 6. Once you’ve detailed all the eyes, seal the design in with a clear coat of polish. Hope you love your nail art as much as I love mine!

……..AND THATS ALL FOLKS!

I’ll take those in a size 6 please…. Charlotte Olympia

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!

Street Love: Hani Street Art

Hani Shihada is New York City’s sidewalk art extraordinaire! He’s been bedazzling sidewalks in Europe and NYC for over 25 years. Homeboy is MARVELOUS! He began sharing his talents on sidewalks while studying art in Rome during the 70’s. He also studied in Spain as well! His life is an artists dream. His work has been featured in movies, commercial, clubs, news articles, ads…so on and so forth! He’s got  the skillz to pay the billz. He works in various mediums, and even does sculptures. The pastel chalks he uses to create his street masterpieces are all custom-made by the man himself! I’ve followed this artist for a few years now. So, I’m sure you could imagine my excitement when I bumped into Hani wrapping up his latest work!

Photocredit goes to www.brainwood.blogspot.com

I have more photos I took with my Blackberry coming! I was super excited to find that he was extremely personable. We spoke about sharing art and how we are all connected. Here are a few other pieces of his I love!

My fellow Latina! Sonia Sotomayor! Photo By Ed Yourdon

Micheal Jackson!

How Bananas is this!!

Yes this is 3D street art! The illusion of his work is insane! God I love NY!

It’s crazy that this is a chalked flat drawing, but because of the skills that this man possesses, he is able to creat such a believable illusion!

Visit his website if you seek to be awed further!

It CAN Happen to you… Look both ways.

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!

Waiting on Providence…

It’s been weeks since my warrior spirit vanished. Maybe she’s on a sabbatical trying to “find herself”. Waiting on the divine to let her know that she is more than a conqueror. On lookers watch, speculating that this will pass. So where does that leave my ass? On my ass of course. Kicking my feet. Clenching my fist… swinging at the open air. Mute and void of inspiration.

WHY? I hate that question, but I ask with a marveled and perplexed heart. ME the survivor? The mountain top dweller? The face lifter and naysayer crusher? “Jolly Rancher” and “Smiley” imposed nicknames by friends that label me the optimist. And here I am typing, staring blankly at the screen as if I were writing these words on auto pilot. losing myself in catatonic worm holes every few words as my mind, body and soul regroup to conjure up complete and coherent thoughts without sounding like im rambling on repeat. I feel like Rah, Rah… fucking blah! Pom poms down like my up side down smiles.

The mural project is on hold… Posh Pirate website developments seem like the things that pipe dreams are made of. My money flow is about to expire and I feel like the “old me” the “real me” is on the verge of extinction. WTF. It’s like my life has the flu and the virus is spreading through out. I’m learning that my friends are fickle and few. My love life is blurred. I don’t even want to speak about it as to prevent myself from exposing what lies beneath shredded skin. This girl drowning in an empty pool. Gasping for air that is already there. Reaching for the gold ring as I turn on this speeding carousel when the ring is safely in my pocket. I know that I know that I know, I got this. But what is this mind barrier… where has it come from. Where is the Calvary. Not that I’m expecting anyones pity or consolation. Trust me, I know that we are all susceptible to such moments but where is my inner super woman?! Bitch needs to wake up! Cause I’m ready, even if I don’t “feel” my usual confidence I still have SOME of my spirit left. Thankfully its the risk taker portion of my spirit that still stands waiting on the rest of myself to catch up, while she  continues believing for all of me that I can do anything. In the mean time, I’m left here waiting on time to show face. Believing along with the spectators that this too shall pass. Peace.

GOING OUT GUNS BLAZIN’