Mirror Mirror on the wall...

A few nights ago, in a taxi zooming through the streets of Port of Spain, I was lost in my mind taking in the drama and the noise of the city. I love town. It’s chaotic, filthy, unpretentious and alive. On pause for a few seconds at a red light, I stared at this vagrant who was very intensely staring at his own reflection in the glossy window of an establishment. He was standing there with a sac over his back that I can only assume was filled with his worldly possessions and treasures. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he looking at who he is now and wondering how he got there? Was he wishing he could retrace his steps back to where he used to be? Or was he just high out his fucking mind looking at his reflection thinking it was another man and trying to intimidate him? Of course I will never know which it is, but I felt in some way that I could relate to that vagrant.

Shouldn’t we all have that moment (or several) where we stop and look at ourselves and evaluate our lives? How did I get here? Where am I going? Am I happy with who/what I have become? I believe these moments of reflection and questioning are paramount to our development as we go along on this journey – for those of us looking forward to evolving that is. Some of us prefer to use the mirror solely to examine the wrinkles of worry that have accumulated over time.

As we continue to deny ourselves these moments of pause do we risk becoming zombies, going about our routines void of any thirst and love for life, thereby condemning our entire species to non-existence? As it is, the degeneration has already begun. We spend so much time teaching our children to have discipline, compete, work hard, study, have manners, say this, do that but we never put enough emphasis on laughter, love, personal growth, caring for others and taking time to just do nothing but talk and develop their imagination. In some ways this works for the benefit of mankind, we now have more doctors, architects, engineers, artists, etcetera to propel us closer to the futuristic world we all had in mind since The Chrysalids. But now, there is also more violence, crime and suicide. Have we taught ourselves to sacrifice happiness for stringency? We are constantly going at a pace with our schedules and plans and plans to make plans.

If there were no red lights to make us stop, would we?

Just some thoughts.

Your aspiring traffic conductor,


                                    Who said anything was wrong with moving at a snail's pace anyway?


Spinning Webs of Wisdom

There are times I truly believe I have lost my mind. I don’t know when nor where I lost it, if it is entirely lost, but I am certain there are some fundamental chunks gone awry. The combination of life experiences – real, imagined and modified – have driven those parts of my mind to either vacate or mutate without warning. I wonder if I can grow and develop with what I have left and cling desperately to the hope that I will not be this way forever; the selfish, hot-tempered, and unfocused person who I am occasionally ashamed of. We’ve all been there. It’s all part of the vicious cycle of attaining the ever elusive “maturity”.

Playing Spider Solitaire (my new obsession – don’t ask) at 5am this morning I was (repeatedly!) informed  that whether I quit and start a new game or restart my current game it will be counted as a loss in my statistics. Here is this game telling me that even I start over and ultimately win, the fact that I even had to start over means I’ve lost. Sipping on tea, legs crossed sitting with my laptop on my bed (very much like the illustration), it got me thinking about life. Having been a strong believer in the dust-yourself-off-and-try-again philosophy, now I can’t help but wonder how many losses I’ve accumulated over the last 22 years of my existence. And exactly how important are those losses? It also made me think about shortcuts, as I – armed with a victorious smile – reset my current statistics. Oh the joys of a fresh start!

But do we always have to accumulate losses to win or can we all just be winners? If we are always reminded of our “life statistics” will this make us strive for a better record, or just feel miserable and burdened?

I’d like to think we all continuously strive to be better people, good people, and conquer the things we have been taught make us “civilised” and “respectable” adults. Whatever that means. Can we all be the she-has-her-shit-together lady, or are some of us just destined to be the helter-skelter types? I understand that reaching this place of emotional and intellectual maturity is a process, and I continue to trudge along in my journey, but I often wish I could just be the “new and improved” me without all the trials and errors. I’m running in circles like a puppy chasing its own tail when I would rather be the smart and cunning cat observing and taking note of life from a high perch, casually swishing my tail while I harvest my wisdom. When do we become the cats?!

Just some thoughts.

Your work in progress,



Fashion Internships: New York, Los Angeles and beyond

For all the latest info on internships in fashion and related fields you should all follow @FASHIONISMYLIFE. These are the ones she tweeted wee hours this morning, there's more coming so follow her! She tweets you the info with the quickness. Instead of filling up your FB newsfeeds and posting repeatedly on my Twitter (follow!) I made a listing of all the internships. Get to it worker bees!

New York:
  • RACHEL RACHEL ROY DESIGN INTERN (NY): Have experience in Design field or in school for design. Visit: WWW.JONESAPPEAREL.COM/CAREERS.
  • ARCHETYPE SHOWROOM SALES & PR INTERNS (NY): 3 days a week. Can start ASAP. School credit available. Resume & brief CVR Letter to press@archetypeshowroom.com.
  • LOUIS VUITTON PR (NY): 3 days a week, full-time or part-time. Starts now. School Credit only. Experience in PR a plus. Send Resume & CVR Letter to r.singh@us.vuitton.com.
  • MARIE CLAIRE FASHION INTERN (NY): 3-5 days a week. School Credit only. Long hours.  Send Resume & CVR Letter with start date and availability to MCFashionista@gmail.com with “Marie Claire Fall 2010 Fashion Intern” in the subject line.
  • GLAMOUR MAG PR INTERN (NY): 2-3 days a week: Aug - Dec. Word, Excel, Internet research important. School Credit (must be in school). Send an email telling a little about yourself as well as your resume to Samantha_Storch@condenast.com.
  • TOPMAN PR INTERN (NY): Unpaid, 3 Days a week. Microsoft Excel & Word, verbal and written skills. Send Resume and cover letter to TopmanInternship@gmail.com.
  • MIGUELINA DESIGN INTERN (NY): 3 days a week. Photoshop, Illustrator & Microsoft Office. Can lead to full-time employment after 3 month review. Send Resume to sathya@miguelina.com.
  • MIGUELINA SALES & MARKETING INTERN (NY): Start now, must be available at least 1 day per week. Photoshop. Send Resume to heather.green@miguelina.com.

Los Angeles
  • THELOOKBOOK.COM INTERNSHIP (LA): Database updates, red carpet credits, social media. School Credit offered. Send Resume to thelookbook.internship@gmail.com.
  • ROMEO & JULIET COUTURE SHOWROOM INTERN (LA): Interest in Fashion a must. Send Resume in body of e-mail to rjcintern@gmail.com.

  • BALL AND BUCK BIZ DEVELOPMENT: Needs interns for LA, Boston, Miami, Chicago, Atlanta, DC, Marthas Vineyard Nantucket, Nashville, Austin, Dallas, San Francisco and Greenwich: Not afraid to sell. Commission based salary. Can turn into full-time employment. Send Resume to Mark@ballandbuck.com.

Your fellow aspiring fashionista,



City Gyal: A stroll through Port of Spain

I like walking through the city after dark when the respectable citizens lock up their businesses and leave their jobs to go home and the notorious and otherwise entertaining characters emerge. People watching is one of my favourite things in the world to do. You’ll learn more than you will in any education institution. I felt like Jodi Foster’s character in “The Brave One.” I really love Trinidad.

I’m going to walk you all through the journey of my city stroll.

8:20 – Walk from the beautiful Savannah down Dondonald Street, careful to avoid roaches on the pavement. Nasty bitches.

8:23 – I hear music blaring behind me on the street and assume it’s a car but this band of bicycle riding teens pulled a fast one on me. There was one of them with a huge speaker attached to the back of the bicycle blaring Jamaican dancehall music. I laughed loudly and shook my head while thanking God that the music was so loud they couldn’t hear me. Don’t want to take any chances.

8:25 – Walk past the strip club. Yes, there is a strip club sitting betwixt businesses and schools. Only in the city. The man asks me if I want to come in, I steups and keep walking. In my mind: I’m not a stripper you shit face.

8:30 – Walk past 3 guys talking and laughing on the other side of the street. One shouts, “Goodnight nice girl. I would give you anything you want, anything, a Benz, a X5, a big house on the hill, tell me what you want!”I laugh with my eyes but keep walking.

8:32 – Slow my pace to walk behind two women with outrageous weaves who chatter and laugh loudly. They’re talking about installing kill switches in their cars while I examine their hair. I imagine them at the hairdresser getting it done and then leaving thinking they’re the flyest people on the planet. I imagine the other people in the beauty parlour endorsing this fallacy.

8:35 – Listen to a vagrant ask a man behind me for money. Always money, not food. Never food. I see the hard and cracked soles of his feet in my mind and wonder what they were like years ago.

8:40 – There is a man sitting opposite the casino in a Police Service t-shirt diligently polishing his shoes with a toothbrush and shoe polish. *shhh – shhh – shhh – scoup polish – shhh – shhh – shhh*

8:43 – I look into the car park of a building and see fully costumed dancers saying prayers before their rehearsals. Two more steps: Tassa Drums. Hearing Tassa Drums always makes me feel like doing an African dance ritual.

8:45 – Jehovah’s Witnesses. Too busy thinking about African dances and didn’t see them in time to cross the street. Smile politely and take the booklet. It reads, ‘Would you like to know the truth? Does God care about us? How can I find happiness in my life? In my mind: Pay attention Alicia, damn.

8:49 – There are six old men avidly debating politics in the Square. Go home and take your pressure pills na pops.

8:52 – Stop dead in my tracks to avoid a roach touching my feet. Step into the street and inadvertently step on another roach emerging from the sewer. *CRUNCH* Deep breath to stop my skin from crawling. I drag my feet for two more steps to ensure the yellow gunk is removed from the sole of my flip flops. Why the fuck are there so many roaches?!

8:55 – Look into the showcase of one of my favourite stores from across the street and examine their layout marking things I approve of.

8:56 – Look into the showcase of the store I hate and scowl. Any merchandiser who sells low quality goods at a high quality price deserves it.

9:00 – Heart of the city. Pass the nuts and newspaper vendors. Boldly cross the street and imagine myself being hit by a car if I was in another country. I am admittedly a wayward pedestrian.

9:02 – More Jamaican music blaring. This time from a pirate selling CDs at the side of the street. I sometimes forget that I am in Trinidad and not Jamaica.

9: 05 – In a maxi (the equivalent of a small bus in Trinidad). The man next to me is holding a box of food. I imagine what’s inside. You don’t want to know.

9:07 – Maxi stops and a girl with her hair in an afro ponytail sits in front of me. I imagine that they’ll honk if I squeeze them. Briefly wonder what she would do if I did. Flashback of that viral video of the white war vet beating that black guy on the bus. Worse yet, ‘Soulja Girl’ going crazy on grandma in ATL. No thank you.

9:10 – Honking pom poms gets out the maxi and flashes me her pink and white striped underwear as she bends to pay the driver. Sigh and look away.

9:12 – Close my eyes and savour the smells from the various Chinese Restaurants lingering in the air. I love Asian cuisine.

9:13 – Fantasies of Asian food come to a screeching halt with the maxi as the driver almost hits a man crossing on the green light.  They curse each other out. Life goes on.

9:14: A car is overturned into a ditch at the side of the street. The driver smokes a cigarette and talks softly into his phone holding a beer. Wonder what happened?! The woman behind me promptly calls someone to relay the news. All Trini people are natural reporters.

9:15 – Another passenger gets out and flashes me her ass crack as she pays the driver. Switch seats or keep your eyes to the window woman!

9:16 – Thankfully, I arrive at my stop. The driver speeds and has no regard for road safety regulations. I am also thankful that my outfit prevents underwear or ass crack flashing of any kind. Goodbye asshole, try not to kill the other passengers.

9:17 – Home. Flip Flops thrown aside, hair down, glass of milk. Possibilities are endless.

Your stripping, roach crushing street walker,


Image via cartoonstock.com


Walk It Out: A profile of footwear for the fashion forward

Confidence is the key ingredient in making an outfit successful - how you wear it will determine how others interpret and ultimately imitate it. A must-have for a look that comes together perfectly is without doubt a wicked pair of shoes for you step in. While working through my insomnia last night I compulsively tweeted images of shoes I'm currently too broke to afford but ambitious enough to desire. So instead of commanding the feeds of my followers I figured I would share with you all 12 shoes I think represent the brilliant artistry that is shoe-making.


1. Maison Martin Margiela High Tops (via ssence)


Info: Beige leather made in Italy. Can be worn with practically any outfit - functional and fashionable. Need I say more?

2. Kris Van Assche Wrap Heels (via ssense)


Info: Black leather made in Italy. 5" Stilleto Heel. It's basically sex on a 1" wooden platform. It's the business.

3. Jeffrey Campbell Jackie Heels (via needsupply)


Info: Canvas bootie on 4" of fierce. The type of shoe you want to find an excuse to wear. Jeffrey Campbell (as you will soon see) is currently on my list of favourite shoe designers. I now follow the brand on Twitter for continuous updates.

4. F-Troupe Black Mesh Lace Up (via needsupply)


Info: Jazzy flats made of mesh panels and patent leather detail. I love the Oxford look and they seem like that pair you go to first when leaving the house.

5. Style Adventure Boots (via modcloth)

Info: These 4.5" heels are aptly named. It's cargo casual meets city chic. For the girly girl trying to tone it down.

6. Excalibur Flat (via modcloth)


Info: Faux leather looks good on this pointed toe studded flat. A nice way to make a casual outfit look more polished.

7. United Nude Block Pump Hi

Info: Abstract 4.5" heel. Architecture for your feet. That is all.

8. Y-3 Natsumi Sneakers (via ssense)

Info: Adidas revamped their game with the Y-3 collection and judging by what I've seen  thus far, especially these insane leather high tops, I'm on board.

9. Jeffrey Campbell Biz Boots (via ssense)


Info: Jeffrey Campbell snatched my heart yet again with these boots. I'm a sucker for a flat comfortable boot that reflects my punk/rock style and these hit the nail on the head. They are the Biz.

10. United Nude Lo Res Heels

Info: As soon as I saw these for some reason I was reminded of the days when games like Mario Bros were blocky and distorted. It's a gem. Literally.

11. Jeffrey Campbell Foxy Platform (via nastygal)


Info: Leather T-Strap Platform Sandals that really are probably the most comfortable type of high heel you could ever wear. Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey!

12. MMM Here Comes Trouble Studded Boot (via nastygal)


Info: Pow! What else could there be to say about these?

And there you have it. Ladies, wipe up the drool, get your shop on and stay fly.

Your web-window-shopper,