I thought this would be a great point in time to pick up, or check in at least.
Let's start with today. I went out with my good friends Askia Abdull (http://askiaabdull.blogspot.com) and Rashad Benton (http://malecritique.com) to the Mary Boone gallery in SOHO to check out the KAWS exhibit. I'm really glad they got me out of the house. I've been in my head a lot evaluating my talent, creativity and where I am in life. One result of my day is that I wrote a few poems. I'm not the best, but tapping into any creativity that I can is important to me. Check out these images from today followed by the poem that they inspired.
541 W 24th St
Foreboding
Commanding silence
In an open and warm space
Grandeur,
The like of which we haven't experienced
But we have
We are New Yorkers
Awe---inspires, inspired?
Like the pavement gum
It sticks, to our minds
Art is us, We love it
Art is life
Envelop me.
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Don't judge me, I'm working on it. =)
Prior to today I've really been working at reflecting and objectively viewing my work as a stylist. I often hear that I'm too hard on myself. However, with no formal education, I feel that I have to push myself harder. But, as of late, I don't feel that I've met my own expectations.
If you follow me on twitter, which is quite possibly true, you'll have seen that I have a crush on a guy at my part time job. The worst thing happened today! He forgot my name. In my 21 years of life, no one has forgotten Raymond Gee. To be fair, no one who has had a conversation with me and learned my last name, which I realize he doesn't know. He's also straight, which sucks a lot. Of course I can't be with him, let alone try, but it was great receiving his attention. Now, I don't know how I'll feel. I'm trying to look past this. He apologized somewhat profusely. As profusely as possible as he could be, but still keep the tone and discretion of our conversation intact. Irregardless, I was offended and a little hurt seeing that he forgot my name. I'll work on choosing better.
Looking at the length of those two paragraphs I know where my interests lie right now and it's difficult for me to accept that it isn't fashion. I have this urge to meet someone, but I'm not searching. I know people say not to search. I just don't know how I'll find someone or be found. Someone advise me.
If you do read this,please leave a comment. I'd love to hear your feedback on the poem.
Wishing you all the best, happy holidays, safe travels, peace and prosperity. Oh, and fashion.
This is my new work for Vox Populi Magazine. I'm incredibly proud of this picture. My team did an amazing job creating this. xo
