Words cannot express the magnitude of inspiration this woman has over me. If she were still alive today she’d be one hundred and five. Not only was she gorgeous and fearless but she was also groundbreaking and original. She was the pioneer of all things fabulous. Would there a Diana or Beyonce without Josephine?
I’m surfing the web and contemplating all my ideas for this blog. I don’t want to overwhelm myself so I’m going to keep it simple until I move to China.. But expect a lot of fun things!
Today is Chinese New Year! It’s the year of the dragon which means defy all the rules and celebrate! My new years resolution is to challenge myself and to get everything that I want to get done. Live like there’s no tomorrow because for all we know the world COULD end this year.
I will be celebrating the next year of the dragon in these earrings
Learn about the dragon and all other chinese zodiac signs here http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Dragon.htm
I think it’s always appropriate for one to express their true intentions with anything, whether it be in a relationship, a friendship or even with a blog. So I’m taking this time out to make a introduction and what I want out of this blog and what direction I see it going in. Let’s first start out on a tiny tidbit about myself. My name is Keiara (KEY-ARE-RUH or KEY-AIR-RUH) I’m nineteen years old and as of this post I live in San Francisco, CA. In just three short weeks I will be moving to Beijing, China to study Chinese and travel the world. I’ve been blessed with certain opportunities, but as my Sagittarius horoscopes says none of these opportunities have been coincidental. I like to refer to myself as a visionary and one day hope to turn that into a job title. Meaning I have or at least I think I have some really amazing ideas my only problem is cracking down and bringing them to the floor front. It’s something I’m working on but will take baby steps. My dream is to be editor in chief of Vogue in China, but I have to start out small. My only experience with magazines other than flipping through the pages is ripping off the covers and sending them back to the venders from the local store I worked at for almost three years. I’m a writer, I want to major in journalism but where I don’t know, you’ll find out my reasoning in future posts. I have an opinion on various topics, I just about always speak my mind with no filter. I figure why be PC when I don’t know much about politics anyway?
Anyway I see this blog being a way for me to put myself out there and I’ve been wanting to do a blog for years now. Every time I got a good concept something would go wrong and I’d drop the blogging idea all together. I want to start making legitimate youtube videos which mostly includes skits, discussions, vlogs and beauty. I’m very much into fashion but I’ve found that strict fashion blogs lack personality and personal fun blogs lack fashion. I want to bring both of those aspects into one website like one post being about sex and relationships and the next being about Milan fashion week. I just want it to be about just about everything but not to be too out of control. Whenever I have too many expectations I end up getting disappointed. But I’ve learned that I have to take it one step at a time even if it it’s just my close family and friends reading this blog I’m going to keep at it. I see myself doing so much but having so little time. But I’m young, I’ll figure it out!
This past weekend I finally saw My Week With Marilyn. It took me a while to go see it because not many of the mainstream theaters were showing it because they had to make theater space for Mission Impossible and Beauty and the Beast 3D. While going to the Apple store in the Marina District in San Francisco, I stumbled upon a little movie theater that plays only two films, My Week With Marilyn and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (definitely next on my list). I went with a friend who had already seen it but she didn’t spoil any of it. Only thing she warned me about was Hermione’s (Emma Watson’s) awful half wig. We buy our tickets and at the last moment I go to the concession stand and get popcorn, root beer, and dried mangos.. After we sit at the back of the small eight row theater that seats about fifty and only twenty seats being filled some old man pushes past me and knocks over my drink just as the previews were starting! I say to him, “Hey you just made my drink spill!” and he replies, “oh, sorry.” and begins watching the screen. Who does that??? Maybe I have more manners than most people but I would’ve offered to get me another one. So I hurry down the stairs and they refill my drink.
Anyway, about the movie. So the plot is basically about a young, rich, english man, Colin Clark, trying to get into the film industry. He has many connections and hustles his way onto the crew of the upcoming movie The Prince and the Showgirl starring Marilyn Monroe. The two bond after she relies on him for comfort and he falls in love her . I honestly didn’t think I’d like this movie because Michelle Williams was not my first choice to play Marilyn Monroe but after seeing the movie I was pleasantly surprised. She definitely depicted that outer perfection but inner turmoil of Marilyn. How every man wanted her and every woman wanted to be her but no one respected her. My Week With Marilyn was a short and sweet look inside her failing third marriage, abuse of prescription drugs, and decline of career.
I really really enjoyed this movie, it made me want to skinny dip in a lake!
Here’s a short editorial film by Super 8 for Italian Vogue featuring some of my favorite models Ajak Deng, Arlenis Sosa, Chanel Iman, Sessilee Lopez etc. The video is enticing, profound, and sexy with styling based on the 1920s with long beaded and sequined flapper dresses and marcelled finger waved hair. The sound of Nina Simone’s I Put A Spell On You is hypnotizing as these Femme Fatales elicit seduction through their cat eyes while some aerate embroidered lace fans and others sashay and pose on velvet couches. I love the video’s simplicity yet striking appeal. I saw it in my “recommended videos” after watching a Modelinia video featuring Ajak Deng. The moment I pressed play I said to myself, two words, “Exotic Bombshells” which I will definitely go into pure detail about in later posts. The title, The Black Allure, I think was Oh La La, ideal, dramatic, captivating, and mysterious. It was directed by Emma Summerton, an Australian fashion photographer who has shot for YSL, Topshop, Miu Miu, and an array of international Vogue editorials and Tony Notarberardino whom I couldn’t find much of a biography on but here’s some of his work, which I believe deserves a post in itself. The styling was by Edward Enninful, who I remember from The September Issue and who’s fashion credentials are through the roof. My mind instantly thought of Josephine Baker, I could definitely tell she was the muse for this entire production.
There is an old english saying that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” but according to British based psychologist, Satoshi Kanazawa, it is scientifically proven that black women are the least attractive amongst all other races. As a black women, of course I’m highly offended by this claim but as a person with a solid self-esteem I just took it as another way for society to jab at our already wounded egos. Now none of Kanazawa’s social experiments were taken seriously due to lack of actual scientific evidence but it is painful to think that a claim so absurd would even be acknowledged.
I want people reading this to be able to tap into the psyche of the black woman and to be able to empathize with the battles of beauty and self-esteem we face everyday. You see, I’m from San Francisco, where the black population makes up a mere 6% and is deteriorating every generation. When I was younger I went to a predominately Hispanic and black elementary school. Then, everyone around me looked like me, talked like me, had the braids and knockers like me, and had names like mine. But when I went to a private middle school that’s when I started to notice the substantial differences between me and the other girls. Sarah and Mary didn’t get their hair pressed twice a month and weren’t worried about the foggy mist of San Francisco frizzing up their hair. Whenever Susan and Ashley flipped through a teen magazine or watched a PG-13 movie they saw women who looked just like them. I remember wishing and praying to have naturally straight hair. I’d go to the ends of the earth and back as long as the ends of my hair would come out silky and smooth. In those days during class all that would go through my head were words like “nappy-headed” and “kinky” and I’d look around and be reminded of just how inadequate my hair was.
I was constantly racially profiled and scrutinized about my hair, Jane would ask questions like “is that your real hair?” or “you really put glue in your hair?” When I got to high school phrases like “you’re pretty . . . for a black girl” and “I don’t date black girls” were always said to or around me. My sophomore year, we were assigned to read The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison which analyzes the status quo of beauty. It’s about a young black girl and a society who believes whiteness is the standard of beauty. This young black girl is convinced that the only way she could be loved is if she had blue eyes, which ends up driving her insane. When I read this book, I learned that there has always been a spectrum of beauty and I would always be at the end. Society etched in my mind that I was only pretty enough if I looked like Halle Berry or Alicia Keys and only good enough if my hair was straight. And straight hair was an obsession for me up until a year ago when I went natural and that weight of the world was relieved from my shoulders.
In the media, the epitome beauty has always been portrayed as skinny, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Anything other than that must strive to become this ideal by dying and straightening their hair, wearing colored contacts, light foundation, and having unhealthy diets. This idea of beauty has been put on a pedestal and us black women will never be able to compete. Us black women are constantly told we are too ghetto, loud, angry, ugly, we’re the least likely to get married but most likely to be on welfare. We have bad attitudes and are only portrayed in a negative light. You tell me, how can we feel beautiful about ourselves when experiments are done to tell us that we’re ugly? Or when we watch music videos or flip through magazines it only shows black women of mixed race or lighter skin complexions? This obsession with a certain attractiveness has taken beauty out of the eye of the beholder and into the hands of societal standards.
So the burning question is: How can we feel beautiful?