Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Throwback: Blame It On Brazil

There is an old Vanity Fair issue, September 2007, with Gisele on the cover that I've got hanging up in my room. I loved her in the spread, shot by Mario Testino of course. They don't call her the goddess por nada, but I've seen enough photos of her that show she's goofy too, and I cannot hate on that. Plus lest us forget about all the other ridiculous beauties of Brazil.

 



Tuesday, December 29, 2009

en mi cabeza


(photo: Unurth)
I swear, my mind is erratic. I have so many thoughts, mental tangents, that I just don't know how to organize! And this correlates to other, if not all, parts of my life. It's somewhat a miracle I get through half of what I do, and this is on a daily basis. I'm talking outside the basics of showering, getting dressed, eating, and all that bullshit.
Weirdly enough, I know I'll get where I need to go. I'll get it done. Always do, and sometimes better late than never.
I process too much on the daily, and I don't know what to do with it. A advisor/mentor on campus once told me that this is common for people who are right-brain thinkers. I have a tendency to look at the 'whole picture' first then work backwards to put that picture together.

Not being able to organize mentally better drives me crazy though. But there are things I'm always going to be sure of and things I come to be sure of.

Like you, BH., no you may not come visit me here in Phx. Bad idea.
And AMT, I'm wising up when it comes to you, watch it.

But what I'm sure of is 2010, you're gonna be a good year. Compared to 09, any chance at some new anything and everything, it's gonna do much for me.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Yeaaaaaaaaaaa for the fam.! Just thought I'd post up a flick of me and the baby bro? Best my camera phone can do for now, I'm just in a good mood because of all the family joy.

Merry Christmas errrrrrone.! xoxo.

Monday, December 14, 2009

For Christmas please?




 
I'd like these two books for Christmas. Never read The Great Gatsby, and for how classic, you think I would've. And Tokyo Vice, I read a few chapters of it and it is RICH in plot. People, if you don't read enough, get with it. Words and knowledge is where it's at.
"Adult or not, you ever hear some shit that you knew as soon as you heard it, it made you grow up a bit more? Yea, I heard some things in that room, sitting at that round table, that made me grow up a little more."

Casi Divas

I LOVE me my foreign films. Spanish, Arabic, Portugese, whatever.
I saw the preview for this on a dvd rented and I immediately checked out the website for it.


Four women from different corners of Mexico,
jockeying for a role in a contest to be made into a movie star.

It's like a novela made into a movie, but way better.
High strung Latin women, make-up, bitch fests in gowns,
who just want to win, because they've never won before.
AND a Santigold track played in the backround on the
trailer. This tells me good things.

Doesn't play in my city though, guess I'll be peepin it on dvd!

Quick rant


    (photo: V Mag)
 So, I was propositioned for a chill sesh by a guy who I've probably communicated with on and off for about a year and a half. We've never met, we live in the same city, but never quite made the time to meet up. Both parties faults.

Sends me a text, we go back and forth, and he asks if I want to come to his casa. Guess homie was staying in that night.

However, for a first time chill sesh, I thought that was kinda personal. I'm sure to guys it probably doesn't matter so much, but as a female, for a first time meet up, I'd rather meet you in public.

Go to dinner, get coffee, whatever. I know you claimed if you wanted to smash, it'd be no problemo, and that you're not that kinda guy. You're cute and all, but lowkey, that weirded me out.

Too soon for first time meet-up, chilling at their casa? I think so.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

NYC man talks sex, females, and feelings, whats not to love?!

Reading the good men of Mad Decent's blog, they threw up a post about a friend of their's and his blog.

Boys Life NYC is a blog of a 31 year old, single male in NYC who still gets down on a skate board and happens to show himself to be pretty witty. He chronicles sex, relationships, and even admits his FEELINGS. It happens to be my newest addiction, to the point where I've noticed he has not updated in a few! I'm getting anxious suga! Anyways, check out the excerpt below, maybe that will sell you on it...

"Nothing is more unattractive than a girl starved for male attention.  That girl working the room sitting on everybody lap, dancing, getting a little too drunk.  More than one of my friends has slept with her.  Maybe I want her for the night.  She’ll be good in bed for sure.  We’ll keep our talk light nothing deep, hopefully parting ways before sunrise.  She’s fun and cool, but that’s not wifey.  Wifey is different.  My dream girl does not flirt openly with men.  She is closed off to all but me.  Well all but me and a few of her gay friends.  I don’t have to worry about her giving the wrong idea to some lame dude.  Any random that hits on her she pushes away with a nasty look or even a snippy comment.  I need to know that she is faithful to me and only me.  The fight I put up to win her is testament to her loyalty.  She was so indifferent at first cold and dismissive.  Slowly over time I break her down.  Maybe it’s my passion for work, or my  successes, or just my witty charm and good looks."

Just check out his blog, it's worth it. 
      

Sunday, November 22, 2009

"I wanna be incendiary too man.!"

"I wanna be incendiary too man!"

Name that movie? Okay it's one of my favorites.

 
Penny Lane had such mystique, all female watchers could stand to learn a thing or two from that, but how she lies her heart out there for Russel is so damn earnest. And this long hair craze, haha, it has me weak, but it works! Que no?

And this is particularly relevant because I had the pleasure of meeting old head and legend Tony Alva himself this weekend...

I wanted to eat all 3 of them up. This movie has such good vibes to it. Lords of Dogtown, all day.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

S is for Survivor

I told myself that if I just so happened to place in a writing contest I entered, that I'd throw up the entry. Not so much to toot my own horn necessarily, but because I felt that maybe, just maybe, it'd be an important one to throw out there. There's a purpose to this piece. I entered the creative non-fiction category. Read on if you're interested...


Like Clockwork


At 1:50 P.M every Monday, a beat up Hyundai Elantra steadily makes its way to a pair of brown buildings on the east side of Tempe.
She sighs heavily; she’s made it just in time for her 2 o’clock appointment. She gets out of the car and adjusts her aviator sunglasses; she would prefer if no one got a good look at her eyes. They would give a lot away.

On the way out of the appointment, each week like clockwork, the first girl passes a second girl. They edge past each other easily, but for how young they are; there is not bounce to their step. Both girls look a lot alike, long dark hair, deep-set dark eyes, and similar height. They share much more than just physical qualities, they share a purpose for being in the same place every Monday afternoon.
The sun glints off the glass door as she shuts it behind her. She turns to look at the sign mounted on the door, “A safe haven for the survivors of sexual crimes.”
It was just a few hours spent at a party over Thanksgiving weekend, I am often floored that what transpired in those few hours would turn my life upside down for the next eleven months.
There is a question that is clearly reflected in both young women’s eyes as they pass another and offer half smiles.
The first girl asked with her eyes, “How much have you suffered like I’ve suffered?” The second girl responded with a pointed look that seemed to say it all. “I’ve suffered a lot, and I know you have too.”
Since that dark and hurtful incident, I have questioned much of what I’ve done. My thoughts, my decisions, my interactions, the intentions of others, anything that could be questioned are and were questioned. A lack of trust in myself is where I have suffered most.
There is a stigma that most males, and even a large number of females have in their mind that a victim of rape ‘must have been asking for it.’ That female was advertising her cleavage, this female was drinking shots of tequila, and the list goes on. Me? I was wearing a zip-up hoodie and skinny jeans. I believed myself to be drinking amongst friends, so I did let loose a bit more than normal. No victim asks for ‘it’, those who believe so are sadly mistaken.
There is an irony to what happened to me, that holiday weekend was going to be my last period of drinking for a few months. I had plans to go into a ‘dry season’. I wasn’t an avid party girl. That’s another misconception, that it is the party girl that gets raped. No, not true, I was the laid-back girl that preferred going to art walks and coffee shops that was caught in the wrong place this time.
Both girls pass each other like clockwork, and while their eyes may have said one thing to each other, they both made a point to walk tall and upright past each other. It was always in both girls’ minds that how tall they could walk past another that week was a progress report of their resilience.


I didn't post this up here for sympathy, I don't need your pity, and if you look at me differently now, well, that's too damn bad. I wrote this for awareness. I know too many girls that didn't have it in 'em to say shit about what happened to them. Perhaps they had no outlet for the pain and numbness, or a friend to confide in, or family to back them up, or they were just ashamed. I have seen beautiful friends suffer and it really tore me up, watching as an outside third party, I would see imperceptible changes occur. They would get lost, lose sight of things, themselves, their goals, and most importantly, their worth.
            I have felt all these emotions and ten times that, but what I saw ultimately served as an example as what I did not want to do. I didn't have the time or desire to get lost, if I could help it, I wanted to reach for more for myself and get myself the help and support that I needed.
         As of next Friday, Black Friday (interesting irony huh?), it will have been a year since I climbed out of the dark hole I was pushed in and I can say wholeheartedly, I'm doing a lot better. It's left its mark, no doubt about that, but my end goal is to not let this occurrence define who I am, for it to be something that, simply stated, is a thing of the past. It broke me for a while, but I am repairing myself.
     Real talk,  I told myself if I won, that I wanted my experience to help educate someone else and create awareness. It was the whole purpose for writing what I did, along with release for me. It gets easier to talk about what happened and I took a risk with this, but I felt that in the end it could be worth it.

Because if this has ever been you, I promise you, you do not have the scarlet letter V, for victim, branded on you. You have an S on you, for sobreviviente, or in English, survivor. S is for survivor. You're not alone. Know this.
       

P.s. Thank you Kayta, for cementing my decision with this. You're the best.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Books, who reads 'em?

Let's do a book review! Or, preview I should say. I have this habit of posting up in the bookstore for hours on end (does this make me a geek? Well, whatever, I don't give a shit) and reading books so I don't have to buy them. So sue me, I'm a broke ass college student and the last thing I can afford is books. But doesn't mean I don't love them.
           So here's what was on my table...

 
Andddddd....to stimulate my eyes and not just my mind...


Damn would you look at that! Ed Westwick, how did you sneak in my stack like that. Let's just take a second, and admire shall we?


He's no Nate Archibald, but I like him. Chuck, I mean Ed, he's an interesting one. Reminscent of Joaquin Phoenix a bit, wouldn't you say? Anyways...

1) The Tao of the Wu, I've read half of it. A sort of follow up to the Wu-Tang Manual. It is a book that is on POINT. RZA interweaves his autobiography with the lessons and philosophical ideas he's learned over his years. He maintains a very humble point of view though and as a reader, this appealed to me, because man, we all know about the Wu and RZA is huge.

"The art of listening: A man thinks seven times before he speaks. It's harder to make the glass than break the glass." -the Tao, pg. 18

Just stop and think about that quote for a minute, then you'll get it. If you don't, follow up with me and I'll explain. 

2) The Science of Fear takes a look at the culture of fear behind man, any and every man of every kind. We are a long lasting generation and we are more than capable of using reason, but instead, we have a tendency to rely on quick snap judgement. Talks bout the misuse and misunderstanding of statistics and how the media creates unnecessary fear. I promise though, it's read-able and you'll learn and reevaluate what the hell it is you're scared of yourself.

For example, after 9/11, predominantly in the U.S., after witnessing such a horrific event, many people, understandably made the switch from planes to cars. People were scared after that, how could they not be? Yet, still, the chances of dying in a plane crash, much less a hijacked plane, are about 1-135,000 compared to dying via car crash.A expert, shown in The Science of Fear, gathered data and found out a year after 9/11, 1595 people died car crash, which is more than half of the 3000 people that were killed in 9/11. This was shown to be 'unreasoning fear'. These stats kinda wow'd me.

My family and I flew about 8 months after 9/11 and the reason why we didn't have TOO much fear, you could say is in large part thanks to my dad. My old man is a jet mechanic, and he reassured us that even after such an event, while it was important to be cautious and aware, we were STILL safe to travel by plane.

So get out there and pick up a book err'body, learning something new is all the rage. Or at least it should be.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

D'you sign your words 'sin cera'?

The word sin cera comes from the Latin words sine (without) and cera (wax). Back in the day, say oh, thousands of years ago, sculptors would use putty, or a wax, to fill in imperfections or cracks in a sculpture instead of working out the kinks. If a sculptor was true, he would do his work sin cera, without wax, making his work sincere (a deviation of the works sine and cera in Latin).
       When we write letters and sign them 'Sincerely', it is likened to what the sculptors who were true in their work, symbolizing when we sign beneath that 'Sincerely' that our words are true and honest.


So if you still sign your letters and emails like this, do you stop and think to make sure your words are true?

Grey is a shade, not a color



 Tell me these shit's aint CUTE. I love the studded straps on these boots. And I'm feeling the grey too. Too bad I didn't have the money on me to snatch these right up quick status, but I will prevail. So look for the post with these on my feet. Can't give away the secret location of these, one of you birds' might snatch 'em from me!
(Excuse the wack date on the photos, I hate cameras that do that. . ._

Monday, November 9, 2009

wknd recap

This weekend was pretty dope, if I do say so myself. It wasn't so much as what I did that made it dope, it's the people I was with.
Friday night, Sammie, London, and her bf Dom headed downtown to check out the one event of some semblance of culture Phx has...lol...I don't sound bitter at all...
Sam and I checked out this skate deck art show going on at After Hours gallery, we both bid on a board we liked, the proceeds go to Autism, how can you not get down with that?!?

This is the board I bid on, done by an artist named Lorna Shaw. Very feminine, but minimalistic. I wantttttttt it. Any Phx dwellers should go check it out, the site is All Decks On Hand.

A certain somebody I know did this board, pretty fun, I like the purple on it.
I bought the dopest Miles Davis vinyl, Sketches of Spain, the music on it is wonderful. And It was there last time I went into Revolver Records, so I took it as a sign to buy the album. Lol.


Me and Sammie baby,,, she got a night off on her own while the baby daddy watched their wonderful baby Shea.

Met some new people that night ;) Was a very pleasant encounter, post up and chop it up with some new faces. Love making new...male friends. ;)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Mmmm boy




 
 If you know what's up, I'm sure it's safe to assume you've seen the Vanity Fair shots of Robert Pattinson. These flicks above? They are the fuckin business let me tell you. That last shot with the untucked white button up, dark wash jeans, and cigarette? While he's lookin all rakish and handsome? MMMMMM.

 
 
Sorry, I was watching the Hills tonight online, and man, as sketchy as he is, I love me some Justin Bobby. While I still admired him in his scrub, long hair stage, the short hair is so much better. The dark hair paired with the light eyes gets me err time. And how's the bird in the last picture? She's gawjus.

Just a fluffy post today kids, not too much substance to this once.! LOL.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Affairs of the heart, pt. 2





art/photo cred:Dede

-Alright the powers that be, I did what I felt was best, jumped, took the risk, exposed feelings to Him1, and now we are just friends. How did THAT come to be.?!
-Still feel good about taking the risk though
-Dammit Cupid, lets get corny here, you know I would trade it all for Him1. keep that between you and I though.
-Is timing really everything? Probably. In most cases, this is true.
-Okay we can be friends, I'm going to take the mature, classy route, because I would rather have him in my life than not at all.
-However, to ensure some protection of heart, because now Him1 has a full knowledge(or close) of where I'm at, he will not be allowed to have his cake and eat it too.
 -Because, in the end, that'd only damage me, wouldn't it?

Yea, most likely. I got my eye on this. . . May be time to give somethingELSE, or a someoneELSE, a go.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Flowers Ova Snitches


 
 Gimme dat Gimme dat Augor. His work is so clever, makes me laugh. I promise I'll stop treating my shit here like a Tumblr, I know, I see right through myself on this one. Writings to come soon :)

Monday, October 19, 2009



Some Latin pin-up beauties. Found these and had to post 'em, gotta represent que no?! The bottom girl is my favorite.




Wednesday, October 14, 2009





Penelope Cruz, one of my fave 5 women to look to. Classy and has talent.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Eye Treat of the Day


un leon`! Titi Freak kills it again! I can't even begin to explain how much I admire his style, it's such a pleasure to look at. Seriously.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

affairs of the heart

Trust, it's such a big need in relationships of all sorts. You need trust between your home girls, you need it with your homies, you need it with family, it's simply just needed.

More important, it's necessary to trust one's self. If it isn't about anyone else, and all you got is yourself, you have to be able to trust yourself. Trust your judgement. Trust your decisions.

What happens when you break trust with yourself though? Where do you go from there?

About a year ago, as of November, that's exactly what I did. Always the solid, go-to me, undid all that was solid. I thought I was safe and ultimately I wasn't. I'm sorry if this is cryptic, but I don't care to elaborate right now.

Since then, I have questioned much of what I've done, my thoughts, my decisions, my interactions, the intentions of others, anything that could be questioned, is and was questioned. Don't hit me with the 'Well it's only natural to ask questions, to be unsure.' I don't want to hear that. I know that. But this lack of trust is myself has been on such a different level. And it deviated from a very dark and hurtful incident. But I've survived the incident, yo soy una sobreviviente. I constantly doodle that word, 'sobreviviente', or survivor, to remind myself of this.


Slowly but surely, with help, I've been able to build back my own trust. Being cautious, being aware, feeling right about doing this or that, no matter how significant or insignificant the matter was.

I'm taking a gamble right now, and I'm trying to trust myself that it's worth the risk. I can't lie though, I'm swaying on this one. I'm gambling with affairs of my heart. I don't want to test my heart if it isn't ready, but isn't time the essence of the matter? Or some shit like that?





So I'm either racing against my heart or against time. And I don't know what the fuck it's gonna be.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

3 C's


I'm no carhead by any means whatsoever, but I'm sure many of you will agree, when we like a car, we make a POINT to know what that car is. So let me present my top 3 choices, starting from the top. Above is a 1969 Chevelle, MMMM, let me tell you that car makes me salivate. All fixed up like that, you're guranteed to feel like a bad ass.
 
An 09 Chevy Camaro? Yes I'll take one of those too, that body is so smooth.


And last but far from least, the 2009 Dodge Challenger. It's got that re-vamped muscle car vibe to it, hell yea.

So Fairy Godmother, if you exist, and happen to read my blog religiously to get the updates on what I'm interested in and my life, drop one of these in my drive way with a note clearly labeled 'For Rio'. I happen to really need one of these cars. I'll take any of 'em. And let them have good gas mileage too, k? Thanks a million.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

a love letter via wall(s)

I stumbled on something new (to me) again and reading them makes me smile.




Love Letter is a mural arts project headed by Steve Powers and The Philadelphia Mural Arts program.
    It is literally a love letter painted between 63rd and 45th street on Market Street in Philly (You seen any of these walls D. love?)
       "The project encompasses 50 painted walls, a documentary film with scripted elements, a sign school and shop that will provide training for area youth and free signage for businesses on the market street corridor." -www.aloveletterforyou.com

Most art, graffiti, whatever, always has a message, whether it is blatantly visible or not. Not these walls though. I love the fact that these walls are delivering such a sweet message. I'd love if a guy delivered me a love letter on a wall, haha! There would be rewards for such creativity... ;)

 

Check it out my females. -rio



Monday, September 28, 2009

fin de semana


 
 
 
this weekend consisted of:
-a baby named Hennessy
-funnel cake, curly fries, tamales, water, and beer
-messicans preening in their finery, from cowboy boots to chapo cowboy hats
-forget that, lots of babies, none of which were mine, because I do not have one
-delicious cops patrolling at the fair
-delicious men that made much eye contact
-not so delicious men trying to make much eye contact, it's that damn machisimo
-many a laughs with the primas---> "You used ice for WHAT?!?!"
 -dust
 -a calm state of mind
 -swells of love for the dope familia I have
 -and last but not least, a rendezvous ;)