modern Fuerza

You can try, but it's already been done.

2011-07-14T02:16:00.000-07:00

If my memory was an elephant, it would be an African sub-Saharan elephant. Large and specific, unrelenting.

I remember the self-loathing, who was I? "You did this to yourself, only have yourself to blame." I remember the burning condemnation, it dripped out of your gaze, steadily and sure; Pops and I still aren't the same around each other. I remember the blame, my young back had never carried such a weight. I remember my constant habit of wearing sunglasses, I couldn't stand anyone looking at my eyes, lest they detect my grief for the parts of me left back on that patio. I remember my sister's llores, "I'm scared, tell me what's going on with you NOW."

If these walls could talk? Try if these walls could bleed. they bled my heart, my creativity, my clarity of mind all over it's natty-spotted carpet; my youth was dumped all over it, my ankles steeped in what was no longer there.

Victim, survivor, thriver. It's a three tier succession, founded in dark circumstances, and can take years in a life to succeed through. I climbed to the top early, with the help of someone Higher.

Try and touch me now, but know it's already been done.
And I'm still here, standing.

Thank you, counselors that I had. Your whole purpose for existing and working to help those who endured a sexual/traumatic crime has released a healed individual back into the world.

-Jul. 14, 2011

14year old nostalgia

2011-07-07T02:05:00.000-07:00

He was all eyes. This deep, velvety green with flecks of brown in them; looking back, his eyes bring up memories of a forrest in Oregon I'd been to once.

My mom said he reminded her of a young Nicholas Cage in the movie 'Moonstruck'. Was this a good thing? Some blended looking Italian, maybe Greek looking boy? I couldn't be sure, but what I am sure of is that first kiss he gave me. Still pleasant nostalgia, the way every girl's first [kiss] should be.

It was a May afternoon, the renowned Phoenix heat hadn't quite set in yet. We spent some time wandering around an outdoor mall, hand in hand, eventually making our way back to his car. We leaned against the trunk of his secondhand Camry, talking, enjoying the breeze. Yet another thing Phoenix doesn't usually indulge it's residents in, a nice breeze. I remember the sun feeling nice against my skin, and when I looked at him, he had this fixed gaze on me.

"What, what is it?"

He leaned in, and I immediately snapped my eyes shut. I certainly wasn't going to be the creep with her eyes open if he was going to try and kiss me...Wait...Ah, lips. His lips. This is nice. No tongue, ok whew. Is this supposed to be this pleasant? A long minute later, he pulled back, smiled at me, and we got in his car.

Two weeks later, he admitted to making out with his ex Jenny-the-Asian-Girl, in the hall between classes. A vertiable 17 year old bastard.

Luckily, the memory of that first kiss (and boyfriend) isn't tainted by his youthful infidelity. Or the fact that he tried to break-up with me through an email. 14 year old me pretended she never got it, called him up, and broke up with him first verbally, myself being none the wiser. Savvy little teen I was, even then I knew how bootleg an email break-up would be.

Still though, man, that kiss.

-june 26, 2011

Dating Horror Stories: Vol. 1

2011-06-14T00:10:00.000-07:00

Us females have all been there, endured some situation of awkwardness/assholeness/inconsideration in terms of dating or trying to get to know the opposite sex. I recently endured the horror of all horrors and I’d like to use this as an advisory warning to all the lovely broads out there: beware of trying to talk to/date a guy that lives in a different city.

I met TT through a mutual friend while visiting Vegas in 2009 and had immediately thought well of how he carried himself and his sexy voice, while observing that he had mad hat steez. We hadn’t communicated much after meeting besides being requisite Facebook friends, but we began getting to know each other more starting last November. He had his own house, a solid job, 2 degrees, knew his way around a conversation, was incredibly endearing, had some baggage (in the form of a beautiful daughter from a previous relationship, but a beautiful child is no baggage). . . he was at least worth investigating on a weekend jaunt.

Fast forward to this May, after many intimate conversations and getting to know each other, I hopped on a plane and took the 50minute flight from Phoenix to Vegas (No, I am not rich and can just drop money to plane tickets; I have free flight benefits through my old man). Was supposed to be a chill weekend, lounging, talking, vibing…

Tell me why 3 hours into my trip I am attacked by his ex-girlfriend and her friend. Reaction, WHAT? No no, it gets even better, while this was no regular physical assault (are they ever?) these broads rolled in with mace and a taser gun. Yes, take a minute to cringe, I was maced and tased. I.E. they are grown women and on some hoodrat shit.

Let me paint the picture, sitting in TT’s living room, with him, his girl cousin, her husband, and their baby, kicking back, all of a sudden hearing the loud exclamation of “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS HOE.” Ha, a cute looking female is always a hoe when another female creates a situation without knowing the full picture. I look up and see 2 females rushing into the living room (Fuck me and that garage door TT left open). Before I knew it, she had me and my Pocahontas locks in her hands, TT pushes her out the way and gets on top of me to shield me. She’s hitting him, she’s hitting me, screaming “MY HOUSE…IN MY HOUSE.” Let me re-mention the ex girl had a home girl with her, who busted out the taser gun, zapping my squirming, kicking legs because my lower half was still exposed and not covered by him either. Sneaker kicks to the shins and feet… this was the longest 15 minutes of my life. He wasn’t getting up off me, pleading with her to leave, she wasn’t letting go of my hair, then the home girl busts out with the mace and sprays him and I with it and they yell their way out the front door.

I lay up on the couch for a minute, eyes burning, mentally scrambling to process what the hell just happened. Her house? I thought they were exes? Since when is this shit okay? What the fuck kind of people are these? My peoples back home are nothing like this… Clearly there was more to what TT was ‘supposedly’ feeding me.

“My cousin and her husband are gonna come back and snatch you up… I need to go handle this. You gonna be okay?”

Homie, I got mace in my eyes, my skin is burning, I took hella Jordan kicks to the legs, I look like hell, and you definitely left some things out of that history with Hoodrat-Ex-Bangs-A Lot; give me a minute, would you?

The cousin and her husband scooped me up, I was well taken care by them for the next 24 hours, God bless them. In fact, they were the only remaining good thing about that whirlwind trip, not even TT salvaged any of it. Lowdown: TT and said ex had only been broken up 2 months, with a bounce back pattern even after, they had lived together, had been in physical altercations themselves (Oh cool, I was visiting a woman beater.), and essentially didn’t even really want me to come, but lied to me and let me come anyways to boost his floundering self-esteem. Naw naw, I know, you handled it by running to the ex and crying and apologizing that I was there.

Talk about humiliation and anger swirling. I’m a better judge of character than this, I’ve NEVER had the wool pulled over my ojos so smooth. His cousin comments, “I’m sorry Rio, I’m disgusted to say he’s my family. I thought maybe you had known more about all of this, all of him, and still decided to give him the chance…Guess you didn’t know enough.”

Lesson: Be very cautious of talking to male/female in another city. I had experience in this beforehand, but you never know what goes on since you’re not there. You can and are expendable since you do not live where they do.

Or I just caught some real bad luck, chalk it up to a life lesson, and say fuck a fool for abusing months of my benefit of the doubt. To his ex, Girl, you may have him, gladly. If you’re willing to beat the shit out of another girl for showing clear interest in him/for him, you clearly still love him. I pity you, feel bad for the craziness he’s so obviously created between you two and vice versa, and hope one day you don’t end up in the hospital. You didn’t have to mace me/tase me/fuck me up, had I known everything, I coulda respected the situation at the end of the day and not even bothered.

Forgive me and my tangent, my bruises are still healing and I will have scars now. Luckily, summertime is remedying everything and I can laugh at the craziness. Mace and a taser gun, REALLY?!

#MaceAndTasersGoHard

random$

2011-05-16T03:05:00.000-07:00

Grizzly Bear- Ready, Able

-There is a difference between the Taliban and Al Qaeda. As Americans, and as the media delivers it to us, we often get the two confused, or believe they are the one and same. And they are not. This article the Osama Effect explains it.

-I've seen these pop up just about everywhere, and I never paid 'em no mind. I took a 2nd look and realized I really like how HERSCHEL SUPPLY handles their's!

I Had A Dream

2011-05-16T01:51:00.000-07:00

I had a dream last night that I had three babies. Not just one, which could be scary enough, but THREE. As in triplets. But they weren't newborns, they were these cool, year and a half, toddlin' around babies (as pictured above). I woke up and throughout the entire day pondered 'Why the hell am I dreaming about babies? This ain't no sign is it?' (LOL, or a sign of what's to come, we keep it safe around here!) . . . Finally got to a dream interpretation site and this is what it said.

To see a baby in your dream, signifies innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Babies symbolize something in your own inner nature that is pure, vulnerable, helpless and/or uncorrupted. If you find a baby in your dream, then it suggests that you have acknowledged your hidden potential. -www.dreammoods.com

Well if this isn't pretty accurate! I can't claim to be no innocent, but new beginnings have been stirring and I feel great. There are other things around me that aren't what I want, or I'm without some physical items, but I've been feeling real damn great. Growing feels good, and luckily I'm young enough to be doing a lot of it, but old enough to know it's completely necessary to keep this rollin'.

familia

2011-03-27T19:32:00.000-07:00

A full day with the family. For having a long Friday night, I'd say I look alright for Saturday.

Dalton, me, Sedona, London, her bf David, and the youngest, Willow is laying across our laps. I love my siblings to death, best kids I know!

And let's finish this post with a cute baby. Let me introduce my prima's baby, Hennessey. Yes, like the drink.

2011-03-22T16:55:00.000-07:00

"Since first class minds never believe anything strongly until they've experienced it..."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald in 'Dalyrimple Goes Wrong'

2011-03-15T02:36:00.000-07:00

slope of the hips,
the long draping hair,
and big expressive eyes,

word game right,
jeans real tight,
and shit, she seems pretty kind too,

she can be real scatter-brained though,
she wears a geeky retainer at night,
and gets a tad quiet if she's feelin' self-conscious,

there will be this, but way more of that,
plenty of care and attention,
she got responsibilities to handle too,

but man, she's worth it.

Smitter Smatta

2011-03-15T01:37:00.000-07:00

Smattering of different bizness down below...

1) Just bought this book today, I heard great things about it from my memoirs professor. I shouldn't have bought it, I got other things to attend to, but my fellow book fiends know if there is a piece of work you want to read, you'll snatch it up regardless. Right?

2) Better late than never, but I've discovered via Twitter how hilarious Jean Grae is! I mean Damn! Where have I been this whole time? She has a link for a blog, which she hasn't updated for a minute, but I read through her posts and this one made me laugh HARD.

The State of Eh, Chapter 8

"I am not a convenience! I am a PRIVILEGE!" I yelled.

This is, by far, one of my favorite sentences I have ever uttered. It would have been legendary, classic, echoed in the halls of relationship statements... had I not felt the need to add more shit to it and make it sarcastic.

Had I known then, what I know now and still refuse to implement.

Just shut up at the end of saying good shit. Put a fucking period on that shit. A cap. Don't be all BP about it. Yet, no. "

Then....
"Award worthy. It was the scene they would play when I was nominated. People would gasp, feeling moved. As they moved to the shots of the other actresses nominated, after I won, they would be crying...shaking their heads and slow clapping my brilliance.

Yes.
"I am not a convenience! I am a PRIVILEGE!"
He stood there, wide eyed. Still. Eyes dropping to the floor as I dropped my hand. Went to reach out to me. I gave the "NO!" hand and backed up with the "NO!" finger. Complete with lip quivering and all.

Then...My sarcasm kicked in.See, what had just happened in my head, is that although I was SO serious about what I was saying... I mean, shit... this was a serious fucking argument. I meant it. I was just proud of myself for saying it the way I did.

Ok.. so.... I opened my stupid mouth and completely changed tones.

"...because.. If I was a CONVENIENCE.... do I... do I have a fucking neon sign on me? Do I look like I sell slurpees? I have fucking AISLES??? You think I stock motherfucking SLIM JIMS??? Am I open 24 hours for you? Do you want me to sell you a mother.....fucking...LOOSIE??? That's it? My name is BODEGA??? BODEGA? You see an awning??? The word SANDWICH is spelled incorrectly on me? Huh MOTHERFUCKER??? You want a turkey and cheese on a fucking hero??? You don't want mustard?? WHAT??? HUH? HUH? I'm a MART? Oh.. NOW I'M A FUCKING MART??? FUCK... YOU.."

See what I mean? She had me so weak. Read the rest of that post here.

3) What you know 'bout Oh Land. Her voice is breathtaking, listen to educate ya self.

Zevs drippity drips

2011-03-04T01:11:00.000-08:00

Zevs drips have made me drip since the first time I viewed this piece of his in 2009.

Then I see his recent work from his solo show and I STILL get the damn tingles.

photo taken by the lovely Natalia of Meow

Mental Snapshot: the Hug

2011-03-01T23:09:00.000-08:00

A rainy night in a city that doesn't receive many visits from storm clouds.
         You, and me, and we're inside the house together with Raekwon playing in the back. May not be the most romantic track for a rainy night, but its just how we do things; not always by the book.
          Sitting on your counter with my drink in hand, you propped near me sippin, talkin', sippin a bit more. Our conversation is serious, spurring much thought in me. I start to ask a question...but you reach for me. Your kiss is heavy on your Coke and Bacardi, and then you hug me.
      It's one of those hugs where our arms couldn't be wrapped any more intimately, at least while standing up. At that very minute, we were on the same page, we held that hug slow. The symmetry it all had me feeling warm.
     Immediately it was one of those moments I knew I was going to take a mental snapshot of. Not just for the picture it made, but for all 5 of my senses it touched.

Sight-Him. Black v-neck, Phillip Lim glasses, jeans, beat up Vans, and dreads. I see paint speckles on his hands.

Hearing- Raekwon playing off his computer, with rain smackin' on the rooftop and windows.

Touch- Him. His shoulders, his neck, his face.

Smell-The laundry detergent he uses, and a little Yves St. Laurent cologne.

Taste-Him. His kiss with the a liquor'd up beginning.

My memory will revel in that hug, even down the road, whether or not he's there.

the Variety Show

2011-02-09T00:00:00.000-08:00

"The deadliest enemies in our hearts’ hidden wars may be those we love best—our parents, our lovers, our children; above all, ourselves…"— Willard R. Espy

*This concept of the hearts' hidden wars has been on my mind, but I'll save that for another post...

So this may be a slightly shotty picture, but on Saturday, I am heading to a huge book sale. Every year, the Volunteer Non Profit Service Association hosts a used book sale down on the Phoenix fair grounds. I would go with my pops when I was a kid and now this year I'm going with him and my brother.

I'm going to be prowling around for some Steinbeck, Hemingway, Keuroac, Bukowski, Palahinuk and tons of other books. Everyone should check this out, you'd be bound to leave with something.

This hat I need! My mom promised me a hat for Christmas and she just said the other day she'd own up to her promise. New Us Versus Them fitted 'They've Got The Guns, We've Got The Numbers'. a Ma, let's get on this, por favor?

I'm going to this show! Come hell or high water! Saw that Fashawn had a tour and when I saw he would be here in Phoenix, it was game over. Then I double check the flier and see Gilbere Forte will be in attendance too? SHIT.

Excuse me while I go untie my heart strings

2011-02-04T00:10:00.000-08:00

Yo mind, I just got one thing to say, could you cut my heart some slack?

It's a known fact that your mind/logical senses can know something, but your heart/body will deny the fact or avoid it.

Can't you convey to my heart that it needs to have a more transient attitude about these types of things? Naw, of course not, it took time to get here, so now it's gonna take to leave there.

Visuals 3

2011-01-19T00:46:00.000-08:00

Chikita zgz, Zaragoza, Spain stand up. Interview coming to some pages near you.

Nikes in full effect. Ladies, you ever find that perfect shade of lipstick/lipstain and just want to wear it all the time? Yeaaaah.

Reading this now too, been on a Spanish literature kick lately. It's good to invest in books, remember that err'one.

         You know what I almost forgot about? One of the cooler things to go down in 2010 was meeting this legend right here, Tony Alva. Cool ass guy, real nice. Locals Only.


Mike Giant GUERRERO GALLERY from Jan Wayne Swayze on Vimeo.

I liked this little film, can't tell if Mike Giant is soft spoken or just..on another level. Ha. I've been down with collage work since I was a kid, so it's cool to see someone who's a known name get gallery space for that.

visuals 2

2011-01-09T21:46:00.000-08:00

found this at Sunset Clothing Exchange. It's super worn in and as you can see, makes my girls look real nice-like.

fisheye, of course.

My brother and my goddaughter Shea having a real serious conversation at her bday party.

Mocha still driftin. This was cute to find in my inbox.

I found this from our LA trip earlier in 2010, I liked the colors.

London, Sedona, and I, we're missing our youngest sis.

Let's Get Materialistic

2010-12-30T22:53:00.000-08:00

I'm not a huge watch wearer, but for these... Ohhh Yes.

Swatch watch, called the BlueFlash. With certain pieces, I like classic, streamline styles. The pictured above applies.

Nixon, I'm always sweating their watches. Up above we got the all gold 42-20 Chrono. 500 bones. Um, late Christmas present anybody?

Alexander Toy makes only 99 of each bag from his website. The above is titled the 'Logan', made of vintage washed charcoal lambskin. How sexy is this bag, I have a bad habit of sticking to strictly big, black, purses. $695.

It's not

2010-12-30T00:18:00.000-08:00

It's not because you dedicated Mos Def's 'The Beggar' to me. It's not because you gave me the super name, Rio Copenhagen, because you thought it was better than my real last name. It's not because you're one of few to call me by my first name, which I'm rarely comfortable with. It's not because you're one of the most eccentric but easily cool people I've ever met in my life. It's not because of how ridiculously sexy you look in glasses. It's not because we have the best pillow talk, always. It's not because we can usually meet in the middle, between your experiences and my wit.

You know what it is? Life delivered you and your presence during a key time when I needed some care and attention when not even my own blood could give it to me. I was in disaster mode, starting 2 years ago, and you just being you, soothed the pain.

That's what I'm attached to. That you were there for all of that. I'm not hopeless, jaded that I won't ever meet someone like you, or even just another. Because there is NO one else like you and there are others.

But I don't know how to just chalk it up to life's timings and...detach.

#willing to take advice

visuals

2010-12-29T23:54:00.000-08:00

words 1

2010-12-20T23:26:00.000-08:00

Learn a new word people. I've taken it upon myself to teach you some below, high school vocab style.

eked [eek]: to increase, enlargen, lengthen
That compliment that dude gave you eked your ego ridiculously. Calm down.

proletariat: the class of wage earners, the working class
The proletariats of society always have some humility embedded in them.

disingenuous: lacking in frankess, candor, or sincerity
A disingenuous attitude is the quickest way to turn me off.

amenable: ready or willing to answer, act, agree, or yield
"Girl, he was so quick to be amenable that I was suspicious."

extol: to praise highly
Never hurts to extol someone when the actions are deserving.

rancorous: malicious resentfulness or hostility
Ol' rancorous lookin ass, forget her.

2010-12-20T23:12:00.002-08:00

Love me some Emilio Rojas and the song strikes me.

La Falsa Moneda-Concha Buika
This is what I like to think of a song you would hear in the background of an international shot in a Bond film, or a Bourne film. Some sexy scene. Soulful, Spanish jazz.

I'm Trying

2010-12-20T23:12:00.000-08:00

I'm trying, I really am. This whole friends thing. But once you go past a certain point, you knock down that barricade, is something like that ever possible? I've seen it, I've done it, you've seen it, you've done it.

But, I don't usually hold silent grudges against my friends. I don't take shit too personal because I know it'll blow over. I don't wonder what's going on when I'm not around.

But, I pray for you just like I pray for my friends. You hear that? Yea, I pray for you. I give you a gift with just as much thought as I'd give to my girl. I ask you about your day with a sincere interest to simply just know.

Instead, I'ma start praying that I figure out my tipping point. And pray that your quest to be a better person keeps stepping forward.

"I Have Issues, I Love F*cking Women."

2010-12-12T15:30:00.000-08:00

I had just wrapped up watching a movie with the moms and London and had the urge to ask him if I was a color, what did he think I would be. Gay I know. But I knew when I asked, he'd come up with the best, most personal color for me because his knowledge of the palette is broad.
BRANG, BRANG. Right before his voicemail pops up, he answers. Small talk, he's watching TV, a movie? "Oh cool...what are you..." and he abruptly cuts me off. "I'm busy...I... have a friend over." I'm hip to his tone of voice and at that moment, he could not have sounded any more artificial. "Well, ok, call me after?" As he starts to respond with an Ok, I hear a loud, indignant, and furious female voice exclaiming "Oh you're busyyyy? Oh you have a friend over???"

Cue Jazmine Sullivan's "Goin In Circles (Holding You Down)".

Fast forward to a heated arguement, you openly delivering admittance of your issues, the liquor finally loosened your tongue ; I shoulda kept a bottle of Johnnie Walker around. From my heavy heart, shooting you questions dripped with anger and confusion. You remembered to not lie to me, to stop beating around the bush, to respect me with your honest answers. Ain't that some shit.

Any possibility of a future is only going take time. With you, it's been the most ridiculous contradiction and volley of titles. Lovers, to friends, to maybe lovers?

Let's see where time takes you. I know where it'll take me, but you, can't be sure.
Time enabled your bad habits. I hope this go around, time halts, hinders, and blocks to make way for your resolutions.

Maybe I'll be there to see it. Or maybe I won't.

2010-12-11T23:34:00.000-08:00

"Well, let's meet up for a drink downtown, I think you'll like this one spot."

She's got her glass of red wine, I got my vodka/horchata/vanilla sugar rim drink in hand and we get settled into the plush couch. In no time at all, the conversation has turned into full coverage of the that one thing we can't live with but can't live without...males.
      The looming love of her life resides in Crenshaw. Mine, or my psuedo-would be luv, born and bred on the Westside. I'm wearing the leather jacket he got me last Christmas, nodding and smiling at her story about all the possibilities and differences with him. She wraps it up and starts asking about _____.
       Not even two sentences into my story, she stops me. "Rio, isn't that _____? Did he really just walk in?" I turn right around to catch HIM walking in, sneakered feet heading to the dim lit bar. I immediately feel a little giddy, this would happen.
        After all, he took me here first on a date. I begin trying to speed up the details on his and I progress to her because this place is small, he's going to notice me real soon. I decide to finally send him a text, get his head swiveling for me.

"Nice grey hoodie...always liked that one."

kush mexi

2010-10-16T02:38:00.000-07:00

Brianna is infinetly better than me at light writing. I'm not even going to bother posting what I tried my hand at. Practice makes perfect?

My brother and I were watching the movie 'Green Zone' with Matt Damon, you know, one of the many war movies/Middle East conflict depictions put out. They were mentioning friendly fire and he asked me if I knew what that meant. I said well no, sounds basic though and in all seriousness he says to me, "Rio, when they claim someone was killed by friendly fire, it really means the goverment had someone take them out."

Oh? Well, ok. Good to know? Pearls of wisdom served by Dalton.

Call me Squinty Mcquint up there, I make myself laugh. Probably make any viewers laugh too.

2010-10-09T00:42:00.000-07:00

Easily one of my favorite scenes, as pictured above, from Machete. Gun wielding, hot, Mexican, nurses in wedge heels...hahah. Workin all weekend, kinda bummin on that, but gotta sustain and maintain things.

Influencers: How Trends + Creativity Become Contagious

2010-10-08T02:23:00.000-07:00

This looks interesting, discussion on the scope of influence and culture. Spotted the post on Sky Gellatly's blog., I'm an admirer of his writing/writing style, his personal blog in in my links.

2010-10-06T20:56:00.000-07:00

I'm so impressed with this photo, and the photographer who took it, David Rochkind. This photo is taken of some migrants traveling up through Mexico on train. Which is actually very dangerous, many are robbed and vunerable due to how they are choosing to travel. Ballsy photo.

2010-10-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

Open letter to a Bad friend: (and I'm reluctant to ever use such a basic word, bad)

You were the unexpected surprise--- the generous, but covert bad friend. Your issues and person concerns ate up your ability to whole-heartedly be a good friend. Here are my list of offenses.
       First, you told me something that only worsened a very shocking situation. It did not offer any clarity, change anything,or make me feel better. If it did any of those things, this would be different. But in fact, it tore me up. Girlfriend, that is not called tact. I'm not strong, if at all, on 'ignorance is bliss' but that detail you gave me? Not necessary in the slightest.
            Two, a lesser offense, but you have to learn to trust/voice your gut intuitions. I would have appreciated you voicing one of those to me, since I always was proactive with this and it kept us out of much trouble. The one time you chose not to, it could have helped aid in a better end result. I do not blame you, but I hope after taking note of what damage you could have helped prevent, that you are better about this for yourself.
             Lastly, you left me, your friend who had recently suffered a sexual assault, alone with a guy I did not know, while I was in the early stages of trying to heal, SO you could go fuck his friend. I drove you, under false pretenses, and after the fact, you told me I could leave.
           That was the last straw, I could forgiven the other talk/lack thereof, but that was utmost selfishness, and to put it succintly, fuck a friend that would do that, knowing all that you knew.

                     Sincerely,
                          Rio

**Sometimes I'm averse to how much I say/share on the internet, but I'm a writer and this is my blog, so damned if I don't write what I want to.

sidewalk chalk

2010-10-05T00:37:00.000-07:00

Cloudy weather had the sibs heading outside to sidewalk chalk it up, and I thought what the hell, I'm gonna join 'em. Made me feel young again, hah.

Please ignore my feet, they look dirty due to a funky ass sandal tan. The sun here is liable to do that to your feet. But yea, stay gold pony boy.

El Traspatio

2010-10-01T00:28:00.000-07:00

The homie Carlos and I are checking out this film on Saturday at the Scottsdale Film Festival, titled El Traspatio, or in English, Backyard. It did very well at the Toronto Film Festival and it concerns a topic that for a long time has struck me, the violence women in Juarez, Mexico experience. The ruthless and undeserving treatment that makes these women victims is mindboggling, but what's worse is how little is done about it. This film is meant to educate.

Andy Warhol x Dom Perignon

2010-09-30T23:50:00.000-07:00

A little late on the uptake, but I saw this in the most recent Juxtapoz issue, love the packaging and bottle. Andy Warhol x Dom Perignon? I think yes.

"One of Warhol’s favorite stories about Dom Pérignon was when he and his friends founded the “2,000″ club– a group of 20 people coming together to purchase 2,000 bottles of Dom Pérignon and will be drinking them together to celebrate the millennium. For them, the running joke was who would be around to drink it, but sadly, Warhol wasn’t there to celebrate the millennium by popping a copious amount of champagne." -Freshness Mag

2010-09-30T23:35:00.000-07:00

On my mind:

You know what irritates me? When people try to put a front on like they all have it figured out. Especially at this age, in the 20s. I'm a mere 21, and I have only a portion of what the real deal is broken down. Grew up in a particular religion all my life, but I got questions and concerns. Figuring out how I view, love, and respect myself; or improve on these things. How to market and shape my craft. Figure out the bitches from the down broads. The guys that are quality from those that just aren't. Be a better, constantly evolving me. We should be figuring these things out, it's supposed to be that way.
However, more power to you if you have things worked out, bulleted, and understood better than the rest of us. Really, I mean that honestly. But for you, I hope you still get shitted on, schooled, caught up because you know why? That's what will help you progress or just consolidate what you already know. Then that's, THAT is when you have truly earned your spot. People go through this all through their 20s, and they say in the 30s you're sittin better, but between you and me, I see it going on at all ages.
I think its just about always taking what you learn and shaping the shit out of it as you walk along. I been between a rock and hard place more than a few times already this year, and I'm trying to be patient with myself to work it out. And there's no one harder on me than myself.

2010-09-08T00:57:00.000-07:00

rant: You know what I'd like to know? What happened to sincerity. That shit is like the Lost Ark these days. A friend and I were discussing how you see many cases of what I like to call situational sincerity. An oppurtunity presents itself, set the scene yourself, we've all seen it, where the sincerity of the actions or words is but of temporary meaning. The heart in it just goes too quick. Mean what you say and do what you mean, or at least work a little harder at it.

randoms VIII

2010-09-08T00:38:00.000-07:00

In this house, the Krylon stays in the pantry right next to the Ramen. Only way to go, if you ask me.
Went here to

interview the artist that does this.

Technique of a classical painter, applied to scenes of grafitti, say WHA?!

Sometimes you see some shit that automatically commands your respect and this was one of those cases.

Jetsonorama, bringin art to new areas

2010-08-23T22:53:00.000-07:00

There is an older cat up in northern Arizona by the name of Jetsonorama who is steadily bring a new vibe to his area by wheatpasting at various spots dotting his environment. He works as the resident doctor on the Navajo reservation but during his downtime, photographs and pastes pictures of the locals, bringing an entirely new element of art to people who find this type of thing very foreign to them. His work has garned him attention on prominent street art sites, such as Unurth and Juxtapoz.

I had the pleasure of doing a phone interview with him earlier this year and I must say to date, it was one of the most enjoyable conversations I've had the pleasure of participating in. Open, engaging, with many a story. A writer couldn't ask for more from an interviewee.

For the females, by the females

2010-08-23T22:04:00.000-07:00

Besides blogs that are run for females by females, I have to give it to the brands that are male inclined, but still show love to the girls. 2 strong examples, the Meow from The Hundreds and a recent startup of a female voice, Lady 8ers on the Rebel 8 blog. They are fuckin holding it down, and I love the photos they post.

Up's ladies, for puttin in your tastes and point of views.

2010-08-23T21:33:00.000-07:00

brain $cramble:

What do you do when your lips don't maintain the articulation of your thoughts? We all have times when more moments of raw honesty slip out than usual. That's when I curse my muthalovin' mind for not being on top of things like I normally am...but...I had an important person make a comment recently that I seem to say the most when I don't intend to. Well isn't that a problem then, considering I like to mean what I say and say what I mean.
Throwing the 'In Construction' sign up on that one.

conversation snippets

2010-08-12T00:00:00.000-07:00

S: “Naw, if Ima get my dick sucked, I want it to be because the right bitches recognize my talent.”

Me: “Oh, not because you’re cute?”
S: “No, that can happen any time, for any one, I want to be on another level now. It’ll mean more.”

Damn, the things some people say. Never fails to get a laugh outta me.

In regards to our conservative-tastes inclined mother (meaning no liking for caffeine or alcohol, my sister commented: “Oh she gave you a hard time for getting coffee? Next time just tell her you’ll grab a beer.”

school Ya, version 1

2010-08-09T23:25:00.000-07:00

school Ya:

1) According to Global Post, the former Mexican president Vicente Fox supports the legalization of drugs as a combatant to the drug wars raging in Mexico. Claiming "Legalization does not mean that drugs are good ... but we have to see (legalization of the production, sale and distribution of drugs) as a strategy to weaken and break the economic system that allows cartels to earn huge profits," Fox wrote in a posting over the weekend." I hear what he's saying in a sense, here in America during the early 1900s, the Prohibition only worked for so long. I'm interested to know the details on this; Mary Jane may be one thing, but coke and amphetamines be damned.

2) In Afghanistan, the Taliban placed utmost importance on the burqa because it was believed a woman's face was considered a source of corruption to men unrelated to them. Damn, why it gotta be like that?! What do they make of uncles, fathers, brothers, who molest their female family members? Yea, that's what I thought.

3) check out NY mc The Illz, reading the blog of the ladies from YFT put me on. Good lookin dude, but good soundin flows. If you like Emilio Rojas, you'll probably dig this dude.

2010-08-02T02:34:00.000-07:00

Mexican shit. I put on for my...background. Ha.

(photos via Mex and the City)

Ambitious girl, I won't forget you

2010-08-02T02:04:00.000-07:00

Saw this over on senorita Abi, who's blog I read quite frequently, and I couldn't resist re-posting, lol. Not without due credit of course.

This spurned some thought., glad to know there are men out there that can fully appreciate this quality in a female. Ambition scares some, makes a dude realize this girl might be more than him. And you know what? She very well might be. So do likewise, pick up some ambition and DO SOMETHING. We wanna see something else in you too before we invest in you.

"The worker, she worth it."

2010-07-30T01:22:00.000-07:00

Off the cuff:

You're going to value my intelligence. You're going to value my smart ass retorts to any joke you attempt to crack. How my hair curls over my shoulders, my eyes when I'm studying you as you talk, and my hips, Oh man the hips. But that does not mean I do not have my eye on you. Your compliments will flatter me, but do not forget you are dealing with someone who knows her way around words. I place high value in wordplay and their meaning, but only a fool would be naive enough to think that it means shit unless you TALK about it as well as BE about it.

Tell me I'm wrong. Or better, tell me I'm right.

brain $crambles

2010-07-20T01:51:00.000-07:00

Brain $crambles

1. Inception, that flick will make you think! See it if you haven't. Get your money's worth from Hollywood for once.

2. I've been forced to re-route my plans for school in the fall. Was given my second choice, not first, so I'm gonna play shit smart. Meaning: bide my time, do what needs to be done, and not sweat that it didn't come first.

3. My unconventional taste has brought me a treat I haven't had in a while. Mmm Mmm.

4. Hello SF come August!

5. I need to discuss it with the esposa, but I'd like to get a trip in the works to London.

6. You need to know if you're gonna be a good friend, cool coworker, or someone trying to spit some game at me; make me think something new, teach me something, school me on something. You'll either continue to add to the great opinion I already have of you or you gained mad brownie points.

2010-07-05T01:14:00.000-07:00

Greg Gossel, ftw! This one's for you Dashawn.

Skateistan

2010-07-05T00:39:00.000-07:00

I saw a small sidebar on this organization called Skateistan. Did some reading on it and I'm real impressed with what they do and how they go about it.
Skateistan is a co-educational skate school based in Kabul, Afghanistan that began with Australian skaters Oliver Percovich and Sharna Nolan. Children in Kabul were eager to learn to skate, so Percovich and Nolan stretched three boards and taught a group of kids. From there, the idea emerged to give the kids a chance to learn something that will help them 'transcend social barriers' and give them something positive despite the strife that may surround them.

(Afghan children hold their skateboards as they wait in line to take part in a skateboarding competition at Skateistan, a co-educational skateboarding school in Kabul on June 21, 2010. (REUTERS/Omar Sobhani) Big Picture Boston

If I knew how to do anything more than push wood, I'd volunteer in a heartbeat. They include both the boys and the girls, it's so cute to see the little girls wear the headscarves with the helmet over it, there's some ethnic differences for you.

2010-07-04T22:00:00.000-07:00

Public Service Announcement:
If you don't know what your values are, you'll go around breaking that shit right and left. In the end, you'll wonder why you're feeling bad and not quite know why. Establish what you hold in high regard. Is it loyalty? Family? Creativity? Courage? Respect for yourself and others?
We may be young, which can be okay to get a 'by' on some issues, but at least have a leg to stand on. That gives you at least some type of legitimacy. -6/30/10

Statement in the form of a fitted

2010-06-16T16:25:00.000-07:00

Woke up today to a nice update from Known Gallery on the latest drop from Patrick Martinez and to keep it succint, I FUCKIN love it.
Martinez designed a fitted hat as his newest work, entitled 'Arizona Wetbacks'. If you take a look, he re-designed the logo of Arizona baseball team the Diamondbacks. The large funding the baseball team is giving Senate Bill 1070 fueled Martinez to create a piece and he designed a hat for each of the 3 (there's only 3 Latin guys on AZ's team? That, I did not know) players who are of Latin descent; Juan Guitterez, Gerado Parra, and Rodrigo Lopez.

"I re-named the team with the racist inspired name Arizona Wetbacks because I believe it's more of a fit based on the racist actions the owners are taking with the SB1070 bill which they are helping to advance.I created three hats for the three players on the diamondbacks of latin decent (Juan Guitterez, Gerardo Parra, and Rodrigo Lopez) that will be celebrated on the field then asked for their papers when they leave it." -Martinez

The hat also comes in brown and grey. I am appreciative of the attention he spent on detail. Making the back of the hat look like it has sweat stains from a Mexican working hard in the sun?! The Mexican blanket detailing underneath the bill?!

"This bill is a step backwards in terms of progression. It is also a giant slap in the face to the many people that fought for equal rights in the past as well as the present. The SB1070 law has the feeling of the beginning stages of apartheid.This bill should be stopped. Arizona is down with the brown, fo-real." -Martinez

I want one, badly. I can only hope Martinez chooses to release them, limited edition or a drop of 50 or something. Wearing a statement piece, that appeals to me.

variety #1

2010-06-12T03:04:00.000-07:00

A Patrick Martinez piece, made with Lucas chile sucker wrappers&painted bullets. Titled 'HotLead'. My kind of art.

Mis ojos. Ignore the slightly dark circles, it had been a long night.

the hipster stache, the sancho, the Fu Manchu.

Ptown down, ha. Taken by Bri.

I liked Tony Montana's right hand man Manny Ribera alot more than I liked him. The fact that he tried to pick up women flicking his tongue at them (made me wonder what it was capable of, ha) and had heart was good in my book.

Quote from my new fave blog, the blog of Sky Gellatly, journalist and PR head, among other things:

"Sometimes the only validation that you need is knowing—that they know. An then of course, knowing that they know, that you know too. Vindication, especially when the most personal, that’s shared in total privacy, can have the magnitude of a thousand screams."

Building in Tapei that was Krink'd up by the man himself. I feel those colors.

count your struggles

2010-06-11T01:22:00.000-07:00

I've had an epiphany. I know they can come without a trial or struggle, but I can't help but feel cliche because this one did come with a struggle.
I was involved in an accident last week, and truthfully, I can't help but feel lucky to be alive. It was on a freeway, at the begginning of rush hour, that key bracket of time when everyone is in that hurry to get home. First of all, freeway accidents scare the shit out of me, and the fact I was in one does not sit well with me. You know those times when traffic is backed up, you see a sea of red lights braking, and you're wondering 'I just need to make it to my damn exit, what is going on.' You drive by, and see a charred car, a car that went into the wall, a car turned over on its roof in the median, and again, you're thinking 'Damn. Nevermind.'
It was a mini-pile up, the kid in front of me braked too late, and when I looked up from turning my A/C on, he was fishtailing, and I braked to try and avoid him, and instead, this time, it was ME that went into the wall.

         Here's the clincher(s): I was not wearing my seatbelt. And my airbags did NOT deploy. I repeat, did NOT deploy. My only sustained injuries consist of a banged up, sore body and a concussion.
      I was recalling the horror stories I remembered about people I knew, or heard of, who weren't wearing seatbelts in an accident, and a majority always suffered critical injuries, or worse, left this world.
      I have received numerous verbal ass kickings once friends and family heard about that detail, the no seatbelt. And I just listened and nodded my head, what else was I gonna do?
       I have had some occurences within the span of the past 2 years that can only be qualified as bottom of the barrel shit that did not leave me standing, but instead left me fallen to my knees. I got the scars to prove it. This accident is only icing on that nasty, undercooked cake.
      But I was reflecting, as low as those experiences left me, it could have been so much worse. It really could have. And I can't help but think I'm meant for something more, because while I have not been left unscathed from these things, I'm still here. And in one piece, because it's just not my time.

It's true one needs to count your blessings as well as your struggles. Your blessings are given to you, earned by you, but your struggles are likewise, the emotions and strife generated are unique unto you. They are what create what I like to call fuerza, or strength in Spanish.

2010-05-28T00:39:00.000-07:00

We smiled.

We gasped.We posed. Then I gave you the muhfuckin Squinty Eye Mgee.

Then showed you the Shock Top while I was conversing on the phone with Sammie.

I gave you a foto run down of some of the things I am down for. Aka Joy, my down ass girl. Aka Shock Tops, my new fave drink. Be easy people, life is fuckin crazy out there, blame it on summer time.

be a palm tree

2010-05-25T01:06:00.000-07:00

What I learned today. . .
The palm tree is one of the strongest trees that exist. Why? The palm tree is flexible, during a hurricane, through a wind storm, they bend. They can bend all the way to the ground and not break. That's why they maintain and flourish so well in coastal regions. Not to say that they've never broke, but they weather damage very well. Versus a strong, sturdy oak tree. While an oak maybe be sturdy, it could not weather what a palm tree can.
So at the risk of sounding cliche, be a palm tree. Weather your own hurricane, weather the winds, and while you strain to bend and wonder how you'll whip back into standing tall; just remember, palm trees don't break. You won't break. You'll come back from the face first view of the ground.

Just a few things

2010-05-23T01:50:00.000-07:00

Just a few things: (I'll admit, I take inspiration from Raaachem, mujer of many talents, on this type of post)

1) er·u·dite [er-yoo-dahyt, er-oo-] –adjective

meaning: characterized by great knowledge; learned or scholarly:
—Synonyms: educated, knowledgeable; wise, sapient.
How I would use the word: I've seen my brother take on a real erudite attitude, who woulda thought.

2) for·ti·tude [fawr-ti-tood, -tyood] –noun

meaning: mental and emotional strength in facing difficulty, adversity, danger, or temptation courageously:

----Synonyms: see patience

How I would use the word: My girl has got the fortitude of motherfuckin Joan of Arc, she's my go-to.

3) I was reading the latest issue of GQ (yo, men's mags are interesting too, lol) but they had a great feature of getaway spots to take their significant other, and there was one spot that caught my eye! (maybe because currently it's in my price range?) 29 Palms Inn, CA. It's out in the Mojave Desert, lowkey, has a crazy view of the stars, desert, and sun. Bungalows & cottages.

(poolside at 29)

Now, while I'm a city girl, let's not forget I live in the desert too and can appreciate the scenery that goes with it. This is the kind of place you retreat to have epiphanies, ideas, and maybe get drunk and trip out staring at the stars.

4. Stussy Acid Metal Denim Jacket

$110, StussyxCassettePlaya Capsule collection Spring 2010

When I was in Vegas last weekend, at the Stussy boutique, I spotted this. The acid wash, the zippers, the pop of color, Ahyiyi. I'll be back sweet sweet jacket.

Like I said, just a few things off the top of my head.

2010-05-19T02:25:00.001-07:00

Give up toys, that looks suspiciously like a homie's script. . .shot by, yo.

2010-05-16T00:36:00.000-07:00

Heading here for a few days, I need a breather. Maybe it seems funny that I'd head to Las Vegas for a breather, but I'm not going for the whole LV experience. I am up in the air on so much right now, and a bit of time away is exactly what I could use.

Female 5-0

2010-05-13T16:55:00.000-07:00

Came across this photo on The Big Picture, and this photo was in particular in a series of photos on latest updates and activity from Afghanistan. The cutline spoke on how an Afghan female police officer was receiving paramilitary training, in hopes the extra training will cut down the death rate in the force and raise security (sounds like something the police in Mexico could use against the cartels).
I was just struck by how powerful this photo was because once upon a time, not too long ago, it was never imagined that a woman could hold a gun and be in a position of power, thanks to the Taliban's reign. And now, women can hold positions as such. I have to wonder if she faces ridiculing or danger for being a female police officer . . .
(Majid Saeedi/Getty Images)

want(s)

2010-05-13T16:41:00.000-07:00

Venom snapback, $35, Acapulco Gold

Miscreants snapback, Summer dropdate unreleased, Us Versus Them

I think I'd very much like the both of these snapbacks in my possesion. I'm a fan of hats that have a solid word on 'em, and can't go wrong with venom or miscreant (props to us versus them on the word game! Lol)

aventuras

2010-05-13T16:12:00.000-07:00

So yesterday, on a day off, I had a full, fun day, with the oldest standing homegirl I have, BriH. These photos are not in the order of what we did with our day, but we did start with pushin' some wood. She wants to pick up a few tricks, I just want to cruise around. Motivation to get my own board. Then I did a little reading, color me some J.D. Salinger. Bri is a photog on the come-up, so I took her to a secret spot that another homegirl and I have been to, (not so secret if you know what the DEALis), snapped a few flicks. Cotdamn me I love some trains.

2010-05-11T01:51:00.000-07:00

To be, or not to be, heartless?

I could womp womp into detail about getting back on track with the heartless tip. What I will say is sometimes, it's necessary to make it more about emotional intelligence versus being heartless. Same thing, but emotional intelligence just sounds better, it's on a bit of an higher level. But basically, it's just about me wanting to refresh my I Don't Care mindset.
I care about those that reciprocate and are never ending supporters. :)

Art or Painted Hoes?

2010-05-07T13:41:00.000-07:00

I recently had the pleasure of doing an interview with muralist Sofia Maldonado for a spread for the C.O.P that I'm very excited about. The hype behind Maldonado is her most recent work, a commissioned piece she did for the Times Square Alliance on 42nd St, has been the cause of much dialogue, both postive and negative.
Maldonado, who's style is in the streamline of a Latina Miss Van/Fafi, was greatly criticized because of how she chose to portray these women in her mural. In her previous work before this mural, she painted women w/green and blue eyes. In the 42nd St mural, she painted Latin & Carribean women with their nails did, hoop earrings, halter tops, dresses while they are depicted dancing, posing, and one on a skateboard.

Quoting Maldonado from her blog, she states: "This mural represented a specific group," she added, referring to women in pop culture who, she said, are rarely represented in the fine arts.

In numerous press coverage, Maldonado states that she chose to paint the underrepresented woman. Due to what she chose to paint and the manner, the women in it were automatically labeled "cheap hoes" and shedding a negative light on women of color.
        First, let's establish, because a woman chooses to wear a cleavage baring shirt, that means she wants to sell her services? Because she wears hoop earrings, it means there is a lack of intelligence, and if she prefers her nails did versus a French manicure, it means she's automatically ghetto?
   In one interview, I read a complaint that why couldn't she paint a woman of color in a suit w/a brief case, showcasing a postive light on colored women? I'll just say if you think that a businesswoman doesn't indulge in some hoops, or cleavage when she goes out for happy hour or on the weekends after working in the office, you're sadly mistaken.
     I spoke with a close person in my life who is an artist, and they said it themselves "If you look hard enough at something, you'll find whatever it is you WANT to find in it." I believe that the criticizers of Maldonado's mural automatically sought out an negative connotation, art is all about perception, people. It's not a why, its just there.
       I salute Maldonado. Plus she's a hardass worker, only 25 and has had major works of art in Art in America, the Washington Post, NY Magazine, coverage on CNN, the Huffington Post... can't knock her hustle.

Death Valley & 24 Hr Brothels

2010-05-02T22:35:00.000-07:00

Everyone has their artists, photographers, creators who's work you follow. There's a few photographers whose style and content never gets old to me ( Keegan Gibbs, he's one) but Mike Piscitelli is another great one who I keep up with.

Recently, I caught an interview he did for an Australian mag, The Blackmail and the content was unique. Piscitelli is in the habit of wandering with his camera, leaving with nothing and like the article said, coming back with something he didn't previously have.

He chose to wander Death Valley with a friend, and along with the barren landscape, came across a pleathora of 24 hour brothels. Say wha?

“So we snapped some photos and kept driving down this road to nowhere and there was this compound of brothels. After the third one we got some balls and went and knocked on the door, it was about 10am, and this lady let us and showed us around and then lined up all these women. Then she asked us which one we wanted so I said we’re going to talk about this outside and then we took off.”

Check the article, it's a good read. The writer did a solid job.

Preview this

2010-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:00

What do all these things below have in common?

They all share the fact that these are things that I'm writing about! Real soon in fact! Coyotes, as in the human smugglers that bring those from Mexico into the U.S. THEN, a trip to the yard with some old school graff heads while they paint some trains. The point of view of someone who made 300 illegal trips from MX to the US and back in a year. Then, the words of an old school writer who's seen and participated in both the New York graffiti scene, which is known for being heavy with the graff, and to the West Coast, NY's opposite.
Two seperate stories, but equally as valuable. Stay posted.

New Retna

2010-04-12T00:29:00.000-07:00

I fell off my art posts for a longer than a minute, but I'm back with it!
If you know me, you know Retna is one of my all-time favorites. Personal hypebeast, haha, naw but he's well-known if you keep up. This post is for you too @DOC_1990., because you need his new-new. If you're gonna keep up, do it right! Ha ;)

His latest from his show Desaturated

One of the coldest handstyles I've seen.

Stop Hate Go Skate

2010-04-11T23:44:00.000-07:00

Seventh Letter cats doing their thing, quick, pleasant video. Ill shot at the end of the ramp and mural.

STOP HATE GO SKATE from CHOP EM DOWN on Vimeo.

Public service announcement: Artheads, ear to the streets

2010-04-09T01:34:00.000-07:00

Phoenix, I'd just like to make a public service announcement. Towards the latter part of this year, there will be a one-of-a-kind art show going on. Acryclic Squid (Yea, you haven't heard of them, YET. Pay attention for future references) is collaborating with local Keep A Breast foundation to raise funds for breast cancer awareness. They have some big name artists coming in to do pieces, I should know, I wrote the press release for it yesterday. So trust. All centered around these:

Just a word up. Please and Thanks.

New Insa

2010-04-09T00:35:00.000-07:00

Yo Insa, I just want to know, what is the method to your madness? Ever consistent with one hell of a banger installation, your style and choice of color scheme makes me hot all over.

Peep his newest, "Success Somewhere Between Two Golden Sphincters" (ha, sense of humor I see)
Consisting of: 3 walls, a floor, a ceiling, spraypaint, a naked woman, and baby oil- London, 2010.

PS. Is it just me, or do the golden sphincters remind you of some gold rope jewelry from, persay, Cubannie Links? No disrespect Annie! Just a similarity I'm seeing! Ha.
PPS. Thanks for keeping me up on game Clout, that's why you're one of my favorites.

You know me.

2010-04-01T22:08:00.000-07:00

Man I fell off for a minute with my preciosa blog. And another important blog, http://www.chicksonpowertrips.com/, but I'm coming back! Was/Is hustling with some real writing/journalism.

But I feel the need to discuss a certain simple comment that was made to me yesterday, and its been stuck in my mind all day today.

"Yea, well, you know me."---ME
"This is true, I do know you."---HIM

While that comment was meant casually, I'm sure, it just got my wheels turning. Yea I believe he does know me, I'm just wondering as to what depth. I mean, its been a year and a half. Of us doing what we do. A semblance of something, but not really. There are some things he knows. Yea I have two freckles in my left eye, I enjoy reading a lot, that there's nothing more that I like than a well-constructed sentence, to turn the heater on if I come over because I get cold feet. Things in that streamline, I'm sure. I don't doubt that.
          Those are more surface facts, and surface anything only works for so long. At least for the men/women that value more substance to their relationships, friendships, etc.
       I'm observant, so I gurantee suga that I've picked up a lot on you. You though, observant at times, details don't stick to you like they stick to me.
       I've had an attitude of complaceny with what we been doing, complacent to a fault. At the begginning I thought it was best, and now I see this being a hole thats going to take a while to get out of.

You just called. I think I'm coming over.
Naw, not tonight.
Sticking to me, myself, and I this round.

Preview of Pyramix

2010-03-09T21:47:00.000-08:00

Friends give friends oppurtunities. Gotta watch out for one another. So, to help my oldest friend, we go back to the days of kindergarten, out, I had her roll with me to a special spot today. Needed someone with a good eye, and a good camera, to take photos for an article I'm doing. Here's a preview...

The company car, Dillenger status.
But Pyramix, they're coming for you!

2010-03-09T21:13:00.000-08:00

Blurry, but look what came for me today:) C.O.P stickers. Slap tag comin atcha! Taking it to another part of the West coast.

my hang-up

2010-02-25T16:56:00.001-08:00

In the area of body hang-ups, I too am apart of the crowd who has ‘em and will willingly admit it. I mean, we can’t all be Brazilian and naturally have beach ready bodies can we? It’s fine though, I like my body, lot actually. What I don’t like is my smile. During my adolescent years, I had baby fat galore and it liked to make itself prominently known on my cheeks. Giving a toothy grin only brought attention to this fact, so after that realization, you wouldn’t find me grinning widely. It was after this I learned the art of pursuing my lips in a would-be smile. I’ve since matured to a secret holding smirk. Its become a trademark of sorts for me. I’ve watched braces change my sister London’s jaw shape and smile and been anticipating likewise for myself. So far, so ok. I’ve got a handful of months left with these silver bad boys left in my mouth and I swear they had better work some magic. I’d like to give out well-meaning, toothy smiles like everyone else does. In the meantime, I’ll stick with my smirk. It’s safe.

We all got 'em, whats yours?!

Keep it 100 with the pictures n paint

2010-02-23T23:05:00.000-08:00

Just your regular Tuesday steez. Lol. Naw, there was a spot with the homie BREZ's work, along with a fave of mine, Lalo Cota's work, that we wanted photos for. Stoked I did her right with the photo I took, I'm an asset when we go shooting, not just the subject.

Then we were so nicely invited to check out the backyard spot of Hoodride! I've posted up once or twice with people who frequent this spot, but it was nice to see what else is there. Couches, paint, and bikes. Laid back ambiance. Can't beat that.

We took more photos, but I don't wanna reveal 'em too soon. All good things come in time, isn't that what they say? Then I ended the night with the motherload of all downloads of music. "They better not come knocking at my door saying 'YOU, YOU WITH ALL THE GHOSTFACE DOWNLOADS'"... calm down JoyJoy. ha.

2010-02-17T00:05:00.000-08:00

Yo, Usher is ON IT. His joints are prime time, mood setters. R&B, yesssir.

&&The 'My Little Freak' with Nicki Minaj? I don't really like her verse, but that beat is fire.

Video de Dia

2010-02-02T23:18:00.001-08:00

Throwback Gym Class Heroes, 'Papercuts', this song's been on repeat.

28 Days of Kicks

2010-02-02T23:08:00.000-08:00

One of the AU homegirls, Cheech Sanchez has a new sick nasty blog, with a feature of 28 Days of Kicks running. Variety and versatility!

Some Adidas ZX 7000 Pattas...
By no means am I a sneaker head, not something I'm completely well-versed in, but reading her posts is edumacation for me! Plus it's just a sick site. Get it girllll&check her out.
PS. If you need any designing, logos, brand help, graphics, writing, please get in touch with her, she's the man for the job! Well, woman. You know what I mean.

2010-01-19T22:44:00.000-08:00

M.I.S.S. Paper Doll favorites

2010-01-19T22:04:00.000-08:00

I sincerely wish, in cases like this, that I was located in places where events like the M.I.S.S. Paper Dolls show pop off.
Shown at the Fifty24LA Gallery, and seeing the event pics, I'm mad jealous I wasn't there! I browsed the pictures, and every contributing artist did a great job, but these are definetly my favorites.

Done by Mitsy Avila Ovalles, she's been a favorite of mine for a minute, I've posted on her before.

Yo Insa, let me get like you. I like the variety of the wedding dress, apron, stripper bodysuit, and graduation gown.

Amanda Lopez, Yeeeeee. Feeling this.

M.I.S.S. did an amazing job from what I see with this event! Sad I missed out.

confessional moment

2010-01-17T20:38:00.000-08:00

Confessional moment-

Each day is a great day, because I'll think and ponder on more things than yesterday, and new realizations and 'aha' moments come through. So here's today's.

I will admit I am completely and have thoroughly had an erratic attitude to my approach when it comes to guys. It didn't always used to be like this, really, it didn't.
However, there would be moments, guys, or 'situations' as I like to call them (Heard T.I. use that in an interview with Chelsea Handler, loved it.) that seemed real solid. They were gonna go somewhere, I could feel it, and moreover, their actions showed it.
But then my situations would cut themselves short, they would show all-over-the-map behavior, and I just didn't know what the fuck it meant.

This has been an ongoing pattern for a real long time now, longer than I'd like to admit. While it's easy to want to blame my outlook on the attitudes that were directed at me, can't do that. I've allowed myself that moment to do that. I need to get out of this, but I just don't know how to break the pattern.

At least tonight I'm going to show consistency, everything is going to match up. Words, actions, meanings. Day at a time right?

photographer of the week: Gary Winograd

2010-01-16T00:11:00.000-08:00

Interesting photo isn't it? The baby Chimpanzees being carried like well, their own children? This was taken in 1967, I need to find out the story behind this photo.

Garry Winograd is considered to be one of the American masters of photography, right up next to Richard Avedon. He liked movement, wide angle lenses, and Leica cameras.

I liked this shot, the baby, the bike in the driveway, rolling clouds behind the mountains. This was taken in New Mexico.

Garry Winogrand died of cancer at age 56 in 1984 and left over 2,500 rolls of undeveloped film, 6,500 rolls of processed film, 3,000 rolls of contact sheets that evidently hadn't been looked at--a total of 12,000 rolls, or 432,000 photos Winogrand took but never saw.

Phx graffiti, come and get it

2010-01-12T00:21:00.000-08:00

Phoenix graffiti right here, that's what's good. Production wall done by Sinek Wa Fact, Serp fly id, York pfe, and Blame pfe. It's Alice in Wonderland, same theme as the Tim Burton flick about to come out, with the dark and creepy feel to it.
The homie Sinek invited me to check it out in it's begginning stages, and seeing the finished product, this shit is cleannnn.

If you're in the Phx area, check it out, 44th ave and Indian School. Behind a chicken eatery joint, bright yellow, can't miss it.

Where you're from, where you coulda came from

2010-01-11T23:19:00.000-08:00

Some people forget where they came from. Some people never forget where they came from. And some people don't realize where they COULD have came from. How easy they have it, how much nicer and safer they have it.

It's easy to forget, and while I'm not claiming I always am aware of how great I have it, that's why I keep this bracelet hanging from my wrist. Being from a bordertown, naturally I have seen what exists on the other side of that divided line. While journeying farther south it fluctuates from bad to good all over MX, I'm fortunate to be from the side that I'm on.

Besides have pride for what is part of me, that bracelet also serves as a reminder.

phx= Lalo Cota

2010-01-02T21:34:00.000-08:00

There's an artist here in Phoenix who's work I'm dying to snatch up sometime in the near future, Lalo Cota. Bright colors, bold shapes, and all Latino-oriented, but with his own twist on things. A skeleton Jesus? I'm with it.

Alley painted by my new homie Brez and Lalo, over on 5th St and Roosevelt. Brez and his intricate work. Here in Phoenix you see either one of these styles and you know who it is. Yeeeeeeeea boy.

random enV pics

2010-01-02T20:50:00.000-08:00

New Years with Joy; a set of paintings by Lalo Cota that I REALLY wanted. side ways result of not being able to rotate my shit, hah

Throwback: Blame It On Brazil

2009-12-30T00:46:00.000-08:00

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.

en mi cabeza

2009-12-29T00:11:00.000-08:00

(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.

2009-12-24T22:18:00.000-08:00

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.

For Christmas please?

2009-12-14T00:45:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-12-14T00:23:00.000-08:00

(photo: Unurth.com)

"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

2009-12-14T00:12:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-14T00:08:00.000-08:00

(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.

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

2009-11-24T23:09:00.000-08:00

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.

"I wanna be incendiary too man.!"

2009-11-22T11:12:00.000-08:00

"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.

S is for Survivor

2009-11-18T23:56:00.000-08:00

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.

Books, who reads 'em?

2009-11-15T21:32:00.001-08:00

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.

D'you sign your words 'sin cera'?

2009-11-12T23:30:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-12T23:11:00.000-08:00

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. . ._

wknd recap

2009-11-09T18:29:00.000-08:00

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. ;)

Mmmm boy

2009-11-04T23:43:00.000-08:00

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.

Affairs of the heart, pt. 2

2009-10-27T21:10:00.000-07:00

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.

Flowers Ova Snitches

2009-10-25T02:54:00.000-07:00

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 :)

2009-10-19T12:08:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-14T14:28:00.000-07:00

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