LV knew, hundreds of years ago, that his clothing would be GORGEOUS. He also knew that my dreams of stardom would one day exist. He chuckled at this thought, for he knew I would be looking at the clothes created in his name, in the name of luxury, and they would be thrown in my face. And he knew I would shed a tear, wishing I could wave a magic wand to make these couture pieces line up in my closet, beckoning me to bask in their ambience. HE KNEW. [ Continue Reading ]
I am officially intrigued. I love the patterns – though not all together like the models are wearing them. How funny would that be? Walking down the street with all types of patterns and colors; a one woman parade? [ Continue Reading ]
Effortless. If I could get a picture like that of my son, I promise you it would be up on my wall! I love pictures of plain old life. [ Continue Reading ]
At first glance, these pictures seem to be monstrous. I mean, really – who wants to see a woman modeling a beautiful ebony gown, and see muscle, tissue, and bones? However, the monstrosity is to the artistically untrained eye. [ Continue Reading ]
Well… Actually my name is Zaje’. Zah-jsay, roll the “j”. I have learned to put in black-and-white how to say my name because you won’t know how if I don’t say it aloud. It’s African, sounds French.
Music is definitely my heart, though. I love to sing, I love to write songs, I love to write anything really. So. Here I am.
Not too much more to say. I stay at home with my two-year-old and six-month-old, both boys. Engaged to the love of my life, Muzic. (Really, his “name” is S. Muzic. He produces music – match made in heaven, right?) The internet may very well be my best friend, seeing as how I meet so many new and exciting people through her… or him. Whatever. Nice to meet you. Friends of Internet are friends of mine.