is my favorite season not only because October is my birthday month,
but because of the fashion. The majority of our community loves
labels and fashion trends, as well as enjoys seeing our favorite pop
culture celebrities transform themselves in photographs for the love
this issue it was important to me to salute the creative forces in
fashion, many who are a part of our community. They are the men and
women who bring fashion and style alive for us. Fashion Gods, Pg 11.
page 8 contributing writer Langston John Blaze shares "Confessions
of a Humble Label Whore," a must read that will give a different
look into our obsession with labels.
out our front row piece with Rihanna's fashion hairstylist, Yusef
Williams, as he shares what he loves most about his style.
Hollywood producer Deondray Grossest shares 11 books that changed his
life. Interestingly enough many of his selections are both classics
and influenced my life as well. Pg 7.
us not only evolve our minds and style this fall, let's cozy up and
I've Come To Know OCT/NOV 2014
The feeling was orgasmic. I
felt godly as I walked down the street. My private love affair with
fashion started the moment I threw some labels, textures and trends
together to create my own style. I thought to myself, "I really
can wear what ever I want." There was no fear or hesitation. I
could see with such clarity and I knew that this body was a canvas —I
was a mannequin and I had the majestic sovereignty showcase my
creative genus for the world to see.
Fashion, like many other
subjects, at its highest and greatest is intended to affirm our
creative divinity. Through it many connect to the confidence to
showcase without competition, permission, approval or apology. In so
many words, fashion is fabulous and so are designer labels, but they
don't make us fabulous.
Truth be told, for the most
part the only people who know this are those names that appear on the
labels many of us purchase and hide behind. In our community,
fashion, amongst others things, has been our kingdom come —our
salvation. We've used it as a bandage in an attempt to cover our
flaws of emptiness and missing sense of security. Many of us have
attached our personal value to Channel and Givenchy. The moment we
have or in most cases have saved several thousand dollars to spend on
a Céline bag; we somehow have told ourselves we now mean something
because of it.
The tragedy is that we never
knew who we were to begin with. We didn't know our own value before
our love affairs with fashion began. So instead of knowing the
meaning of our own names, many of us took our emptiness and
insecurity and in our fear and desperation wrapped ourselves in Saint
Laurent and Dior, bootlegging the allusion of substance. And for
millions of us we spend our last and our lives collecting names to
replace the absence of our own.
"The fault, dear Brutus,
is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings."
We are so hungry for meaning,
value and status in the world that we think wearing McQueen will give
us a throne to be queens, but Alexander McQueen gained his throne
from his love affair with the infinite source of creative power
within himself. And every label, brand and legendary designer on
earth was created from a similar love affair.
What I've come to know is that
within ever single life on this planet exist a flame of value—it is
our responsibility in this life to not only advance the power of the
flame but to define its wealth of warmth and light on this earth. Who
we chose to be is the label and brand we wear and in that we are the
true wonders of this world.
It is only when we have had a
love affair with our own pomp and grandeur that we are able to walk
into any room with such wholeness, wearing Prada or Payless;
because every moment of this life we are our own label.