Monthly Archives: March 2010

it’s been a while

I’m alive, I swear…this is not my ghost.

I’ve been working on the ins and outs of my business with my dear friend. More to come soon, promise!

The world better be ready for it!

T ❤

tres leches de chocolate

Fuck yeah!! Arlenis Sosa on the cover of Latina!


This month go buy it now!  I’m a bit late discovering this (saw it at the grocery store today actually)..but who cares about the when.  I know now and that’s all that matters.

scanned photos via: ebony intuition

It’s not the “first” time my dear Latina has featured a brown skinned Latina. Not too long ago my girl Zoë Saldana was front and center, and way before her Rosario Dawson and recently Sessilee Lopez………but it’s still few and far between that America gets to see we don’t all look like Jennifer Lopez or Salma Hayek.




I say we proudly because I too am a good portion negras latinas or morena. Viva la Panama yo! One half Panamanian to be exact thanks to my biological father. The other half of me is a brilliantly blended Swedish-Caribbean (on my mother’s father’s side), and Portuguese (on my mother’s mother’s side). Pour immediately and serve chilled.

I get so excited when I see other representations of brown skin in the commercial realm. It’s refreshing and long over due. We come from all over the globe and it’s about time people were exposed to more more and then some. That and Arlenis is just breathtaking….seriously. Just peep the fastasticgasmic yumminess
that is Ms. Sosa!

and a few months old but for kicks watch them:

Arlenis is featured in part #2 of the runway specials

plastic candy chaos

MUNNYWORLD (mini MUNNY) ~ 4-Inch Multicolor Edition


Buy all of them and be as gay as you wanna be!!


want em? go get em here!

drop your weapons

I have a tendency to fiddle with my phone while in the bath. Totally serious. For the first 10-15 minutes I keep my hands above water and either google, check or ramble. Today(night) I felt like rambling so here I am…surrounded by bath bubbles and diligentally pressing the faux keys on my iPhone. Just had a spurt of words…sentences….thoughts invade my brain during my workout so I had to get some of them down before I forgot.

Goldfish memory…

The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotion. Up and down, left and right, and in….between the lines. Never have I felt such a euphoric rush of inspiration as well as a looming cloud of insecurity at the same time.

In one moment I’m hyped, happy, ready to go. I’ve been sewing like mad woman. Making up for lost time I guess, the years I put the poor attention starved designer on the backburner…watching the photographer get all the light. So not fair of me. Well I’m spreading the love people! And the coming months will be proof of my fair and just divisions of…of umm well of me.

So anyhow, this amazing feeling has been coupled with this enveloping self doubt. Actually idk if “self doubt” is the appropriate phrase. Perhaps incessant questioning? Yes, maybe that better describes the other emotions. Something along the lines of, “why….but what….and why not….and when….and how long until….and what did I do…what did I do wrong?” Only I’ve been asking them to myself. God forbid I actually say that aloud. Scorpio rule number one: never let them see you sweat. Because then my friends…then they can break you. Then they can get inside that little black heart everyone thinks we have….and burst through…leaving the debris to build up, then explode and disintegrate into nothingness.

Why do you think we are control freaks? For the hell of it? Ha, no. When you are in control of the wheel you can decide to veer off the road before a crash. When you’re not…well…


And you might be on the passenger side…


I don’t like to ride shotgun. I much prefer calling the shots. Most of the time anyways. At least I’ll let you think that.

It’s too dangerous otherwise.

I learned the hard way. I learned never…give up too much…give too much of you…because that’s when they attack…and you’re left defenseless and then alone.

Yeah, fuck all that defenseless shit.

I’m armed and ready for armageddon this time around.

But that’s only a small miniscule piece of me on the larger scope of my present tense. I went to a screening the other night of a movie I’d been wanting to see but never got around to doing so. “The September Issue” which came out last year. It was a really cool question and answer with the director afterwards. About 30 min into the documentary my eyes started to well up. I was so completely overwhelmed with appreciation for my industry. It was such a strange and comforting feeling wrapped into one. It was a very inspirational film to say the least. On a sidenote, somewhere in the middle of it I leaned over to my friend and said, “Anna Wintour has got to be a Scorpio” and she nodded agreeing partially and also just wanting me to shut up. So randomly today I googled Anna’s birthday and lo and behold, it is Nov 3rd. Of course! Mine is the 7th. I recognize my own kind.

I think it was a statement along the lines of “notoriously controlling” that might of made me wonder. That, or the iron fist…both I’ve grown accustomed to seeing in my own reflection.

My reflection…?


Makes me think of that on another level. I’m starting to really like her again.

My reflection that is. It’s nice to catch up with old friends.

I missed her while she was away…

Where did all the bubbles go?

camera crush

Daphne Groeneveld (@ Women Management and Union Models)