Filed under: Out & About | Tags: Chilly-O Clothing, Holiday clothing designs, Slice Atlanta, The 64oz Club
Music: Run This Town // Jay-Z, Rhianna, Yay
So, what’s there to do on the night before Thanksgiving when your family has taken over the crib and you need to get away for a few? You head over to Slice in Castleberry Hill to check out something new from one of the more consistent clothing designers I’ve seen emerge from the streets of this town. And also because you know that above anything else, a Chilly-O party is gonna be a kick-ass party (Blue Ribbon included!). The event was selectively coined F.A.M.E., which I think was a totally appropriate theme to represent the occasion. These guys work harder than most people realize.
I rarely blog about events or parties but I did want to talk a little about the new designs coming from the Chilly-O crew. If you don’t know who they are, check out the website, and then come back to read about what went down in one of Atlanta’s staple art districts over the Holiday. To be honest, I wasn’t gonna go at first. I had kids buggin’ me, a boo requesting my presence, moms sending me back and forth to the store, and a cousin who couldn’t make up her damn mind on whether or not to bring a ham that she didn’t end up brining anyway, Lol. But in spite of my own issues I had to go out and support those whom I know are progressive and value the power of art and personal expression.
Chilly-O (the person) blended into the crowd as he usually does. I don’t even think a lot of cats realized who he was (I’ve been told he prefers it that way, lol). The one’s that did know him by face mingled their way through a sea of bosses until they got close enough to give some dap, show a little love and offer a personal congrats. I was kinda early so when I walked up one of the first things he said was, “Where are the girls? We need some more girls in here to balance things out.” Little did he know that wish would come later as more folks began pouring in, including Pharell’s artist, Teyanna Taylor, and her femme fatale crew.
Sure that comment may sound like it’s coming from a mind that thrives on symmetry and balance, but Chilly-O and his design team are anything but what you’d except from the everyday typical…with or without the hot girls. Their latest designs are a representation of that mindset. The second installment of their Holiday collection is called The 64oz Club , and they’ve already got everybody in the city asking for validation of membership (and a free t-shirt). But what more would you expect from a group of creative folk who cater to everything A-Typical?
Here are a few photos from the event . Ignore the duplicates, I can’t figure out how to delete them, lol. For more info about the line, visit www.chillyo.com.
Filed under: Reflections of a Black Girl
//Rise & Shine// Cee-Lo & Seed
The past few days have been pretty good. I was sick all last week, germs are on the bounty like crazy. To the extent that I was out-for-the-count sick. The kinda sick where you can’t do anything but lay there and listen to God whispering in your ear, quietly reminding you of your responsibility to man kind and those whom he has entrusted to be present in your life. All while zoned out in a medicine induced coma. What really sucked is that I had premium seats for the Hawks/Miami Game at Phillips that totally went to waste. I did shed a tear for real! The reality that landed me there hit hard and I took heed to the warning: working, stressing, not balancing the scales as much as I should be. We’re all guilty of that at some point in life, I suppose. Nevertheless, my center was waaaay off and sister-girl was in need of an intervention!
I go through this at least once a year, you know – the hole break me down and build me back up stronger thing. But this time around it was a little different, as each of these instances are since there is a different lesson to learn each time. I was so busy focusing on the instruction that I had been neglecting to stop and check in with the Head instructor. Let’s discontinue if you think I’m going in that direction. The one where I flip to some seriously religious plane while thumping a Bible thicker than my head. Nah, not the point and that’s not really my style. I just think that as individual partakers in humanity we all have a spiritual element present and alive in our lives. Good, evil, dormant, active…whatever. Things only become real when you acknowledge them and harness their power to work for and through you.
When I got back to work and back in the game, the first thing I told my boss was, “lesson learned.” “There’s really nothing you could of done about it,” she said. Then goes on to explain how people are just running around ramped and coughing everywhere. I laughed at the story, she had a point and I took it as it was. In the end I’m not certain she understood what I meant by “lesson learned”, though. Sure we could all use a little more sanitizer and coughing into the arm vs. sprinkling infected droplets into the atmosphere, but my real lesson said that the lessor we commune with the spiritual, the more we dance down the opposite end of the spectrum. May not even necessarily be toward the intent of evil but, more so just a steady drift farther away from the 360 degree person we all want to be. And then you get physically sick.
All of that to say that I’ve been spending a lot of time on myself since then, centering and setting the plan back in motion. A lot of good things are happening, I’m just keeping myself on a steady and wise pace. In the meantime I guess I’ve just got to remember that in the midst of all of this stuff in my now, strategy and balance trump lightening rocket speed.
Filed under: Music is My Life | Tags: Angels Video, Biggie Sample, Dawn, Diddy, Dirty Money Video, Kalenna
Okay, so I’ve seen this video a few times and I have to admit that I like it! I am wondering what you guys are thinking about Diddy’s transition to doing more vocals vs. rapping. I respect him more so for his business saavy over the solo work and was never fully convinced with the rap stuff. Not to mention he looks so delicious doing it which makes it easy for me to disregard that fact.
So what do you think? Should Diddy rap, sing, both..or sit just down? Whether or not you wish the latter probably wouldn’t matter much anyway because its likely that he won’t stop. Uh huh, yea, lol. Oh, and shouts out to Kaleena! Believe it or not I’m still bumpin’ that “Break Yo Neck” demo you gave me back in the day.
Head over to the Loft on W. Peachtree Tonight 11/4/09. Yes.
Music: Girlicious // Liar, Liar
Time and time again, I am reminded why I should let certain people go whom I’ve thought to call ‘friend’. Then again, I am almost convinced that this may be one of my life-long karmic lessons, that you can’t call everyone friend regardless of how long the two of you have known each other. At least you can expect your enemies to tell you the truth when asked!
And ninjas lie like second nature even when they don’t have a reason to. To be honest, I thought he and I were past that…but how can you expect me to receive you differently when you keep bringing the same ish to the table? Like, really?
A brief time line:
I offer to take him out for his birthday.
He says, “Awe, Mom has a surprise party planned that I’m not supposed to know is a surprise.”
“Cool,” I say thinking that the offer was more so a cordial gesture to a friend of 16 plus years, and I really wanted to see “Paranormal Activity” anyway.
Low and behold the liar is spotted on a date…at the same movie, lolol.
I could have cared less about the date, were are just friends…so why not say, “Oh, already got plans.” Gratuitous lies are insane to me!
That shyt is really baffling but suppose I can’t get mad when things are revealed as I’ve asked. But still, WHY? LIE? when you have no reason to? I realize that I have a bad habit of holding on to things or people for the sake of holding on to time and wanting to forgive, but taking people at face value is probably what I should be doing more of. So…it’s probably time to grow up and hand certain individuals the pink slip since its evident that they can’t be trusted. But really though, WTF? Someone please help me understand why men lie for no reason whatsoever. And before you go there, yes, women lie too…numbers don’t and all of that. But the topic here is men. Why do you lie? Is it fear? Insecurities? Certainly you can’t be overly concerned with the other person’s feelings because if that’s the case you wouldn’t do it to begin with. To be honest I find it offensive, disrespectful…like as women we are too weak to handle an insignificant truth. And if that is part of the reason let me be the first to tell you, “BULLSHYT.”
Music: Jay-Z // On To The Next One
I had no choice but to post something asap. Like for real for real, I’ve been going mad hard with school among other things and yea…it’s paying off! I’m not one to brag on my achievements but yo, I have a 4.0 GPA and am scattering professional seeds like crazy! As you can see, though, everything comes with a price. I checked my BGITC gmail account after weeks of having my head buried in books, kids and the profession that pays the bills and, OMG! I had too many emails to respond to personally. I am convinced that this blog will be a life-long project because so many of you just won’t let me go, lol. No matter how long its been since I’ve posted you all keep in contact and check on things to make sure all is well. First, thank you! And second, I am overwhelmed with the level of sincerity and love that so many of you are sending my way. This is why I have to write, even if it IS 1:00am and I have to be up at 6:00am. Tonight I vow to keep it short but the craft matters more.
So, where do I begin? Much has transpired. It would be nearly impossible to fill you in on everything that, but the only thing that I can really say is that (as you can see) I’m on a serious mission as it relates to achieving my goals. Although I am keeping a somewhat healthy balance in divvying time between family, friends and I, listen…I am incredibly focused and progressive. I told myself when Fall Semester began that I might have to reconsider this project and my commitment to it, but unlike other areas I’ve called for verdicts on in my life, “On to the next one,” would not be applicable to this blog.
I have to let you know that Black Girl In The City is not a dead cause. So, as always I’ll pick up where I left off and make a conscious effort to kick it with you. You have my word that I will remain accessible so long as I’m able to do so. In the meantime, stay progressive. Keep moving. Don’t stop. And lastly, if the fool next to you or in your ear is giving you ish, you already know…
On to the next one.
Filed under: Black Cinema
Here’s the first ten minutes of an independent film that’s worth the watch. Although my hair is natural now, I can clearly recall the hoards of cash I burned for the sake of having my hair beautiful. Wigs, perms, weaves, gels and sprays…taking a trip to the beauty supply had become as frequent a chore as going to the grocery store. But not once did I ever stop to question exactly where all of that money was going. Interesting…