“This is the first collection in book form in this hemisphere of the work of a brilliant photograher of women in the nude-one whose talent is sensational as it is completely individual. Here are glossy, vividly colorful effects whose enamel-like surfaces are at one with the sophistication of the century. The high degree of eroticism is always tempered by ingenious composition and sense of humor both audacious and unbridled.”
From the somewhat disrepectful foreward: “[Here is] the kind of book friends borrow and never give back. Unless this copy belongs to you, return it at once and buy your own.”
I could not care less about what ‘kind’ of blog I have. This needs to be shared. Take a breath and pray, because these kids cant do it for themselves. I bet NONE of you guys have ever been this hungry.
I Talked about doing it, but never did. I imitated the look on a daily basis. I looked for justifications. I booked the appointment to do it. I went. My stylist did it, and then my boy/barber Javi cleaned it up.
I have never been more satisfied with a haircut/style. It was liberating to cut off. My culture and society take such infatuation in the temporary materialistic possessions. It’s not a just a hairstyle, but a political statement. A statement that signifies a new profound chapter in my life, and that I am prepared to bear any of it’s stereotypes and consequences.
Like India Arie sang, “I am not my hair…I am the soul that lives within…”