Bluvspeaks

Multi Media Artist

I am what my artistry guides me to be

Smile! Damnit!

Just looked over a few of my Pics on FB and in over %90 of them I have a Huge freak’n smile on my face. I realized recently that the world ain’t so bad once you learn and understand how to navigate through it. I have had some really trying moments where I know I wouldn’t make it through but I did, and I always kept a smile on my face. No one knew or ever knows when things are not at the best with me cause one thing that I remember my mom telling me was you don’t have to wear your problems on your sleeve. I remember being in the local super market one evening picking up a few things before I got home. I knew the check out girls and they know me. So when I got to the register the girl said why you always smiling? I said cause I’m always happy, I replied. In front of me was a young woman. She turned and rolled her eyes. I said you should smile you’d feel better. The woman turned and answered “why so I could walk around looking like a clown”? I shock her comment of and didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer. she left the store not before the check out girl said ” I like when you smile keep smiling” I just gave her a bigger smile said thank you and walked out

Ahead of me I see the women from the store, we are walking in the same direction. We end up at the same building. I walk in behind her she couldn’t seem to find her keys. She was startled when she saw me, you could see it in her eyes. She was shook and you could tell she was afraid for what she had said in the store. She didn’t recognize me from the building. I had my keys out moved past her and opened the door, and held it open for her. I didn’t have a smile on my face at the moment. She hesitated a bit and made her way to the mail boxes. Not really to check her mail but to not have me behind her. lol.

Now I see her often and she smiles at me and often speaks. One day she was fummbeling with her keys again and I walked in the building. Again I unlocked the door and let her in but this time I had to say something. I said ” Funny how clown’s sometimes have the keys to peoples happiness.” she looked at me and dropped her head. I continued to my apartment With a huge Fucking Smile on my FACE!

What I will wear and continue to wear is a Big stupid looking smile! 

speechless…

StyleMaverick…

SWAGG

Style is a state of mind a personal preference. it doesn’t come from a particular region of the world or a particular class or type of people. It comes from you the person, who for what ever reason you choose to step out of that box and make your statement to you… not the world. And by chance if the world gets it then rock it harded!

StylMavericks

heartaryndean: What makes these images so compelling is the way they stand out among such scenes of abject poverty — they pose in their Sunday best in weed-filled lots and peacock through the streets crowded with trash and half-dressed children… [their] elegance and pride brings a nice dose of optimism to the region.” via messynessychic.com

heartaryndean:

What makes these images so compelling is the way they stand out among such scenes of abject poverty — they pose in their Sunday best in weed-filled lots and peacock through the streets crowded with trash and half-dressed children… [their] elegance and pride brings a nice dose of optimism to the region.”

via messynessychic.com

heartaryndean: Before visas became difficult to get, some would travel to Europe to buy clothing to sell back home. Some rely on Congolese shoplifting gangs in Brussels and Paris to send them the latest designer suits,  many have spent time in jail and some simply piece together outfits by borrowing. The Sapeurs dream of making it to Paris– what they see as the ‘promise land’ of haute ‘sapeurism’. Even Papa Wembe ended up in jail for attempting to smuggle two-hundred illegal immigrants into France, attempting to pass them off them as members of his band. Those that do make it to Paris mostly end up in the ghettos, far removed from their ‘Parisian dream’, washing dishes or in some extreme cases, selling themselves into male prostitution.  It would appear, never was there a more appropriate context for the expression, ‘fashion victim’. Older members of the SAPE have expressed regret for the example they have set for the younger generations, admitting ‘it was like a drug’.  But is it all that different from some of the extremities of our own fashion industry of the modern western world?

heartaryndean:

Before visas became difficult to get, some would travel to Europe to buy clothing to sell back home. Some rely on Congolese shoplifting gangs in Brussels and Paris to send them the latest designer suits,  many have spent time in jail and some simply piece together outfits by borrowing. The Sapeurs dream of making it to Paris– what they see as the ‘promise land’ of haute ‘sapeurism’. Even Papa Wembe ended up in jail for attempting to smuggle two-hundred illegal immigrants into France, attempting to pass them off them as members of his band. Those that do make it to Paris mostly end up in the ghettos, far removed from their ‘Parisian dream’, washing dishes or in some extreme cases, selling themselves into male prostitution.  It would appear, never was there a more appropriate context for the expression, ‘fashion victim’. Older members of the SAPE have expressed regret for the example they have set for the younger generations, admitting ‘it was like a drug’.  But is it all that different from some of the extremities of our own fashion industry of the modern western world?

vintagegal: Marilyn Monroe at Ray Anthony’s birthday party (1952) Beautiful

vintagegal:

Marilyn Monroe at Ray Anthony’s birthday party (1952)

Beautiful