can’t stop, won’t stop.
princess or queen? jealous or crazy? yes obsessed with beyonce’s lemonade, particularly that song. aren’t we all?
every stone has a different energy. every crystal has a different meaning. this one is for sobriety, how appropriate.
sexy edgy rock n roll pheromones oozes out of this gem, no joke. thanks for helping me out with the game, ’cause i’ve got none.
look up my rockstar friend @justinbmontoya on ig for more of his custom made jewelry featuring exquisite stones & precious metals from his exciting travels across the world.
how i wore it:
cheers to sobriety!
“this is what it sounds like when doves cry.”
a sad song for a sad day…here’s one of my originals…we can weep together. you’re not alone.
cinematography by jon chen
i had a pleasant encounter with prince a few years ago, at a lounge in los angeles called bardot. it involved dancing [to all his songs] alongside his sexy sweat + magical presence with a small group of a few chosen ones. ’twas a special night.
even many more years back, i had a conference call with a music manager & his sister sharon nelson about an opportunity in becoming one of his backup singers for his next tour.
a moment of silence in purple [which is also my favorite color], as the world turns purple for the beloved prince: an inspirational, visionary icon, musical genius, & progressive humanitarian. learning even more aspects of his life in the last 24 hrs have been enlightening & i am further motivated to be better, all across the board.
a real life unicorn has left us, too soon.
“how can you just leave me standing, alone in a world that’s so cold?”
farewell, my goblin king.
“as the world falls down…”
more tribute to the greats who have left too soon…
thank you for bearing with me during my hiatus – i’m certain you spent that time away from me extremely wisely.
april, the joy of being an aries! as excited as heidi klum is for her annual out-of-this-world halloween bash, i feel this same way for my birthday. it is the blood i need to survive, the sushi that keeps me breathing, the inspiration that makes me who i am. this year’s theme was sinsurella 2016, an 18th century ball where cinderella & marie antoinette’s worlds collide.
“o, let them eat cake.”
i will be sharing the pretty pictures of the vanity fair night starting at zuma with the great people in my life [and the amazing food + excitement] with you shortly…but for now, the night ended something like this:
sleeping or texting?
valentine’s day…it’s just another day. if you love someone, you don’t need a specific occasion to show it. i dare you to show it all the time.
here’s my latest spontaneous creation + impromptu late night video inspired by love, valentine’s, heartaches, heartbreaks, life, and sparked by seth meyers’ quote about not shaving since thanksgiving. :D
p.s. the dark video is intentional – raw, dark & moody, just like my emotions [& how i like my
men steaks]. it’s not about me, but more about the pretty sparkling tears [and superficial bling]. or excuses for not having proper lighting nor fixing it up in post. just deal with it. turn off all your lights, brighten up your screen to the max & enjoy! xx
for my past vday festivities, visit this fancy charity event in beverly hills to benefit the wounded warrior project.
“…we’ll roast marshmallows by the fireplace as we whisper sweet nothings in our warm embrace.”
so of course i must re-share what i wrote for last year, inspired by people posting hilarious requests on craigslist searching for a [temporary] blizzard “boyfriend” or “girlfriend.” enjoy.
stay warm & safe out there everyone. tempted to do a remake for the snow challenge. thoughts? volunteers?
for another fun video, [this time about football] go here.
starting the new year off by whistleblowing. just trying to keep it real…
here’s my open letter to mount sinai, & cc’d to mr. president obama. what a disgrace to an establishment & the medical field. such human waste. literally.
To Whom It May Concern :
I received an absurd bill
from idiots caught red-handed for a heart treatment on a date I was not presently in New York from your billing office. Upon my return to the city and acknowledgement of it, I immediately contacted the doctor’s office shown on the bill. The secretary had no record of my supposed visit obviously because it never effin happened & procedure whatsoever but told me to contact the billing office and ensure that they clarify the situation in writing. I then called the billing office for Mount Sinai, spoke to Jesus (I’m not crazy, his name was Jesus), explained the situation in detail and although with a pleasant attitude, I nonetheless received evasive responses, & was instructed to wait for them to return my call or call them again in a week to speak with the supervisor to rectify the situation. After further research, it has come to my attention that this is not the first incident, nor sadly the last fraudulent act imposed on unknowing patients seeking payment for services not rendered. If you thought for one second that I wouldn’t recall whether I had an invasive metal probe drilled into my chest followed by a catheter inserted into that emptiness to check my heart & its normalcy, you are f*ckin mistakened. Furthermore, you are shooting yourselves in your knees & digging your own graves to be buried alive in, but not after feeling the horrific pains of torture in a Quentin Tarantino film.
Please clear the records of this fraudulent bill, and be warned that I will be taking legal actions if not done so promptly & or if I am further harassed.
With all my heart,
Your hypothetical patient
P.S. With a change of heart, I will still be taking legal actions on my own behalf as well as for the many other victims involved.
F*CK YOU FOR MESSING WITH THE HEALTHCARE SYSTEM.
and if you’re in the mood for another open letter in the same
b*tchy attitude tone, have a look at this lil dating gem.
happy holidays from st. barths & st. martin. my first time visiting, and it was fantastic — i was in such great company of
popstars like one direction rock stars so full of life + positivity + laughs, and of course i lugged my martin guitar out there for musical inspiration + entertainment. allow me to introduce to you, my new friend aka hippo & the new boy band i named, four direction – the new definition of heart throbs.
more coverage soon. xx
thankful for this handful of joy, whose name is wolfie. full name, jonny wolfgang rascal co
it’s his birthday now, december 2nd & he turns 2 today. a little wiser, a little cuter, same level of douchey doge. here are a few early photos from the stroke of midnight:
more soon on the homemade dog-friendly pumpkin pie for the cutie pie that is prince wolfie. 🐕
yes, i got him a unicorn piñata for him to destroy at his birthday fiesta.
…to be continued.
heidi klum + halloween…
THE infamous halloween bash of the year is hosted annually by supermodel heidi klum. the effort she & the team make in her costumes basically
turns everyone into a basic b*tch puts everyone to shame. this year for her 16th annual party, although i arrived late [after surviving many obstacles & dramatic situations the day of] i was able to make it and witness her amazing transformation as jessica rabbit. it was held at lavo in new york, sponsored by gsn’s hellevator show & svedka vodka, filled with celebs, reality stars, models, hotties, cool kids and the usual mix of douchebags. i would have loved to harass say hi to jLo if i had known that was her in costume nearby.
what i wore: designed & handmade by yours truly. thanks.
i first obsessively viewed stills of daenerys on google, drawing inspiration from her actual wardrobe on the show, fan sketches, deviant art, other
obnoxious random things that would pop up, and i came up with a rough idea of my rendition of her outfit for halloween. then i browsed endless fabric stores in search for fabric & textures that spoke to me: “hail!” they would say. [no, not crazy, they really did].
inside the party:
here’s a cute photo of me & heidi — yes we’re matching. it’s cute.
rhaegal decides to video bomb heidi’s sexy glam fabulous performance as jessica rabbit. of course he would. #middlechildproblems || video snippet below:
a handful of #selfiecookies were provided at every vip table, with images of heidi klum’s past costumes for halloween. i tasted one, and it seemed like a fairly healthy light chocolate coconut cookie. cool.
“lean on yourself. okay,” i said to myself.
then change of scenery to meet up w/the girls…
earlier halloween parties i stopped by must be included in this post, clearly. so here they are:
feeling regal like the queen in my gorgeous feathered neckpiece by katie kansas. love her stuff. delicate, sparkly black & gold mask from my last trip to venice, italy. linda is wearing a gold fringe neck piece made by me, which you might have seen before here.
finally, halloween is over. but it doesn’t mean the costumes + masks ever end. let’s just try to keep it real.