U R A Fever

One of my favorite shoots I've been a part of to date. The photographer and the make up artist are both  BEYOND incredible.  They are also incredibly cool and down to earth. Google them, book them and pay them the loads of money they deserve (and give me a cut).

Photographer: Hadriel Gonzalez
Make Up: Victor Amos
Hair: Andrita Renee

"Cause I've got one hand in my pocket..."

"So can I get  a window seat
Don't want nobody next to me"


"Concentrating on my music, lover and my babies...."

"So, in my mind I'm tusslin'
Back and forth 'tween here and hustlin'
I don't wanna time travel no more
I wanna be here, I'm thinking"



I need something. I wish I knew what it were. But I'm feeling a lack of something. I think I might need to seriously consider doing a cleanse. Like a real one. Between this amazing hair stylist I'm working with thats juicing/cleansing right now and this chill ass vegan kid I've been running with, I'm feeling like the idea isn't so far fetched after all. My life is looking like a clusterfuck of half awesome and half shitty-ness right now. I've been feeling like there's some void somewhere. Like there's so much more to life than what I'm doing now. The end goal has always been self-fulfillment and happiness but the means by which I've been using to reach said goal has been questionable lately. I'm doing mad shit right now. I'm trying. I know firsthand that nothing falls into your lap and if you want to be successful, chances are, you have to bust ass. But....really. If I'm working all the time towards one specific goal, it is inevitable that I will short sight another. So I guess the question then becomes, Which is most important? And that, my friend, is what I do not fucking know.

So much going on in the world right now. I have these superficial things that I'm doing to pursue my nonsuperficial dream of being happy but I wonder if it is enough. There are so many battles in this world that are actually worth fighting for and I am not fighting a single one. Not One. I suck. I don't consider myself to be one of those sit-back-and-let-others-do-the-work types. And I don't wish to be a turn-the-other-cheek-to-injustice types either. But by NOT doing anything, I am both of those things. I think that makes sense.

Fock man. What to do?

And eerily enough, I started writing this listening to "Window Seat" and halfway through, this broad Alanis Morissette comes blaring through my headphones via Pandora with "Hand In My Pocket"...could'nt be more perfect for the state of mind I'm in right now. This is how I know there is a God. And that God may be a woman.

I recently saw a question that asked "What song changed your life?" and I thought it was a bullshit thing to ask a person. How the hell are you supposed to know or remember that? Its so general and broad. But I'm pretty sure I have my answer here.



"I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah

I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah

I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby

I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing a piano

And what it all comes down to my dear friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab"

I recently saw a question that asked "What song changed your life?" and I thought it was a bullshit thing to ask a person. How the hell are you supposed to know or remember that? Its so general and broad. But I think I have my answer here.

"Roses are red, yellow and white...where have you been all my life?"

Roses are blue
And I'll be too
If you leave
Cuz I just met you
-N.E.R.D  "Babydoll"

Random.

So anyway tho

I did a shoot with a photographer by the name of Gianna Rovelli recently.  It was with a agency represented model (Jessica) that needed updated looks for her port.

We also worked on some promo pics for this singer.Charlene's the name.

I really need my website updated/demolished and restarted from scratch

Anthony T Scott SS 2012 at NYFW

Here's the scoop on the first show I did for NYFW SS 2012.

I actually do not remember where I found the ad, but somehow I applied to do hair for the Anthony T Scott show.  To my surprise, they actually wanted me.  Scott (or Anthony) sent me a preview of the collection and I was super excited because it was like, serious fashion.

So on the day of, I was decked in all black and ready to take over.  I got to the location which was a show space on the second or third floor of some building near Union Square.  The place was huge, by NYC standards at least. I looked around for someone who may have been in charge and was immediately approached by this GORGEOUS blonde guy.  I stated my purpose, that I was here to do hair for the designer Scott's show.  He extended his hand and said, I'm Scott. I then fell in love a little.

He told me that 'hair' was in the back and guided me over.  To my surprise, there were like 10 other chicks in all black fussing around with combs and brushes.  It was then realized that I would be ASSISTING, not actually really styling. That was kinda cool, except for the fact that I had brought my thousand pound bag of tools for no reason.

I was introduced to the head hair lady. She was a redhead with a serious long bob. The other girls were either assistants or make up bitches ;).  At first, I didn't know the other girls were assistants.  They had that hair stylist 'look' and they moved with alot of confidence.  It wasn't until long after we'd soaked the models with spray gel and scultped figure eights on their domes that I got the juice.  The girls were stylist's assistants at the salon I thought I'd KILL to work at, Tommy Guns.  One of the owners, I believe, does thee most insane editorial shit and the salon looks like fucking Sweeney Todd or something. Mad vintage. Super Dope.

So immediately, I was like, damn.  Then as they were talking and talking and talking, I realized that I was doing exactly what I wanted to do. I'm not married to some predetermined schedule, a slave to the shampoo bowl.  I dont have to be someones bitch for two years to see IF they think I'm good enough to have my own spot. Seriously, when I came to NY I was prepared to do that for the right salon (Tommy Guns), but from my experiences thus far, I have had such a blast just doing this freelance that I wouldn't be mad one bit if I never spend a day behind the chair. When I was in beauty school and my clients would ask me what I planned to do when I graduated, I always said two things: 1) move to New York and 2) do editorial and runway hair....

And thats how I know I'm on the right track :)

here is the source from the show

With your feet in the air, your head on the ground...

Once again I’ve gone AWOL from my blog. My bad. I’ve been doing some living. And thinking. And trying.


But now I’m back, at least for the moment.

Instead of writing an essay of specific details concerning my whereabouts, I’ll CliffNotes this shit in bullets like a real boss should.

• Got an internship with a men’s fashion company as a blogger. I’ll know how good or bad I did on the 30 day gig I did in the days to come.

• Restarted a Sex and the City marathon to rekindle my relationship with my moody boyfriend New York.

• Got another regular writing gig for fashion blog, UrbFash.com. Got to interview a few awesome mofo’s and write some cool shit.






model Messiah Ross and Stylist/Designer Sigourney Salley





• Started Tumblr’in obsessively (andritarenee.tumblr.com)

• Attempted to ‘Tweet’ from my 3yr old Twitter account (@pistolsnpetals)

• Been helping another aspiring designer get her project off the ground



• Became possessed by the spirit of Sasha Fierce at this obscure club in Chinatown called Happy Ending. As luck would have it, I ran into a few folk from my regular gig as a retail employee who got the pleasure of being entertained by me in my drunken glory.



• Did a photoshoot for cutie pie designer Melis xKeo




• Been bar hopping through the LES like I’m cool or something.

• Cleaned my apartment and cooked for a few unexpecting souls

• Decided to start a band with another person who doesn’t sing, dance or play an instrument either. Enter the Virgin Suicides.

• Got chased up a street in Little Italy by a cat rat.

• Discovered the music of Placebo





• Been wearing my hair natural. Kinda. For like two days.



That is all folks.