Kitty

I've really become enamored by this 60's, 70's bombshell look, looks done by iconic women: Bridget Bardot, Farrah Fawcett, Catherine Deneuve, but of course with a darker edge to it. Lately, I've felt the desire to embrace my sensual side as far as looks and nothing says sensual like loose, long voluminous curly locks. Nevertheless, I have this other side who craves to harvest the inner child in my style. One day I'll wear converse, overalls and pigtails and the other I'll wear a short dress, eff me pumps and the bombshell curls. I'm enjoying the flip flop, I find it exciting.

 - Jade Elodie 

Red Velvet Love

Shoes from Top Shop, Leather Leggings from F21, Gorgeous Silk and Velvet top from GoodWill. A well balanced outfit as far as savings!

Are your thoughts inside your mind, wanting to be free?

HUGE shout out to Alex Marin for taking these! He's terrific and my Best Friend!

 I hope you guys like the editing I did on the photographs! I went kinda HAM, but me gusta! But the real excitement is this dress! A $2.99 BCBGMAXAZRIA dress from Goodwill bitches! It ain't so bad being a starving artist! 

I so channeled that movie Practical Magic starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman! It was a childhood favorite!

- Jade Elodie

Oh Em Geezus: Nasty Gal August Lookbook

I went on the Nasty Gal website to web window shop,  like I often do, and the video on the website homepage nearly made me faint, it was so amazing. Check it out!

New Feeling

Something has fallen in this still, calm room. 

A silent, blunt singular drop, echoing in waves throughout the room. The echoes, loud at first, then steadily declining; a decrescending mantra. 

Not a breathing creature is the cause, it is the drop of a bright scarlet sentiment in a room filled with pale peaceful monochrome moonlight. 

Eyelids flip open, glazed with plentiful, yet insufficient slumber; the shock of woken sleep dwells; Sandman’s foot is not yet out of the door.

The sound of the dropped sentiment slowly dissolves into nothing, nevertheless, it was there; a sly phantom. 

It plays deftly in one’s sub conscience, soft and faded when sleep returns. The room is calm once more; moonlight proceeds to float on the walls. 

A sour dream forgotten, it’s essence lingering pungent like forgotten food.

By Jade Elodie 

South of France Photographs

Someday I'll live in Europe. Someday.
- Jade Elodie

Love and Lust: The Fraternal Twins

So you think you’ve met Mr. or Mrs. right. You can’t stop thinking about them. You conjure up excuses to bring them up in every conversation.  An imaginary photograph of their smile is branded into your thoughts. The thought of their touch is crippling. Ah yes! It must be love because you’ve never felt anything like this before. To lose them would be the end of your world and the idea of never finding someone like them on the planet is horrifying.
Have you considered that perhaps your unrelenting passion for this person just may be lust? There’s a thin line between love and lust, and very often the line dissolves and the two feelings bombard each other. It’s our job to understand love and lust thoroughly and possess the ability to distinguish the two emotions. Ask yourself questions. Do you genuinely like their personality? Do you enjoy their company? Do you have stable, and secure trust in eachother? Can you hypothetically endure platonic relationship?
Put your relationship to the test. Withdraw from each other’s bodies and indulge in each other’s minds. The human mind is rigged to associate sex with love, so it’s completely natural to have those feelings. Nevertheless, when the clothes come on, the lights turn on and all you have is non sexual communication, will it suffice for a strong and healthy relationship with longevity?
And there's nothing wrong with having a little more of one than the other, just be clear on what you feel for each other. Love and Lust are like fraternal twins, from the same pregnancy, yet two different eggs, two different sperms, two different people... Terrible, terrible analogy, but you get the darn gist!
- Jade Elodie

Value

You want to know something? Last week, I went out and bought some amazing clothing pieces. I was as excited as a shoppaholic could be, swinging my shopping bags down the street, spinning and leaping like I was a dancer in f**king West Side Story. An hour later and across Manhattan island, I realized I wasn't swinging my bags any longer. I didn't have anything in my hand, Yes my dear readers, I lost my clothes, somewhere in between Soho and Chelsea. And I was not about to run around stinky 90 degree NYC.

Moral of the story?
You tell me.

-Jade Elode

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet

I'm working on precision, clarity, and detail in my photographs. The mastery of a skill is like trying to find an object in a bottomless pit: unattainable. Nevertheless, you can skim the surface and taste it from time to time. I'm just so excited to become the best that I can be at whatever I tackle. 

Bushwick Heat

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time.  Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?  ~G.K. Chesterton

Young Folks

Yellow Submarine 

If I didn't look as innocent as I did, I would get arrested taking photographs of people's children. Kids are in my opinion, the most honest models. They can't hide their emotions and impulses for the lives of them! As much as I like photographing them, to birth one of those things is the farthest thing from my mind, next to menopause. F**king Far!

GASP

True Freedom

Orlando con mi familia!

I'm in Orlando Florida with my lovely family. At first, I was less than thrilled about this vacation, but grandma is getting old. Who knows if she'll have another vacation with us? Who knows if I'll have another vacation with my family, or just about any of us? Momma would be proud of us I guess and if she'd be proud, then it's right. Family time is crucial, no matter how annoying they can get. You have to bite the bullet for the ones you love... and dislike. Day by day stuck in this villa going to these parks, everyone is bitching and moaning; I'm searching for a damn noose, but I know I'll look back and laugh with nostalgia. If you're not a Stepford family, you're suppose to be stressed together, you're suppose to argue together together, and ultimately stick together... that old bull sh*t. Clićhe, but da truth.
-Jade

Jade colored Waters

It was like nothing I’ve ever felt when I met this man. Being with him is like a Summertime in Orlando, a Christmastime when mom’s money was right, a barbecued Forth of July holiday complete with gargantuan, soft white glowing pom pom shaped fireworks bursting within my soul; my heart busting at the seams; it’s never grown so big. 

He started giving me silly guitar lessons, a buffer for our budding romance. I fed him chinese food the second date; the third, I meekly kissed his gorgeous mouth. He asked for the kiss, and I couldn’t help myself. It was that smile. He naturally posses the grin of a mischievous child, always on the prowl for exhilaration and for the most simplistic of life’s pleasures to be expanded to significance. To maximize joy to it's utmost value, a hedonist in a way. 

Playing Checkers, one of the many games we play

It’s a joke to me, the fact that I thought I knew what love was, what it felt like, what it even looked liked. But I knew the truth at first glance. It shined so brightly in the form of pale peachy skin, dirty blonde hair, big blue eyes and a smile so charismatic and endearing I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself but squeak out my name when it was asked. Being in a relationship on crutches when I met him, I knew that his smile proposed a threat to everything I struggled to build with my ex boyfriend. I had to make myself scarce, run away!  If what I felt when I was around him authentic and consistent, I was fucked. But it is what is is. What's meant to be is meant to be, and it's foolish to deny yourself of what you truly desire. No use in fighting gravity, trying to fly away forever. What comes up, must come down. Simple physics. 

We met through a chancy, mutual friend type of situation, a sort of unavoidable double date set up. My girlfriend’s boyfriend and him were roommates and friends. A set up too perfect that gods must have matched us. A match made in heaven.  

The first time I locked eyes with him I knew this was something else. His energy was broad, almost a spectacle of a person. He looked at me as if he wanted me to challenge him, almost absorbing my eccentricities, accepting it unjudging; even offering me his own quirks. I tested him, wondering if he’d be freaked out by my freaky nature. Turns out he’s nut himself.  I feel like I’ve met my match. Sometimes I feel like he’s better than I, he’s much more responsible than I, after all he is a few years older than I. I look up to him, he’s my role model. I'm a better woman now. I've never been so inspired. 

We have this idea, I am the moon, and he is the sun. And our earth is non existent without either. 

I’ve never felt something like this. It's been merely 6 months since our rocket launched, and I hope we see many galaxies together. Maybe it’s magic? Maybe it’s love? Life happens; what'll happen next?   

4th of July with Fringe Benefits

Independance

The pops of Turquoise just really sets of this vivid outfit. My boyfriend surprised me with the lovely necklace one evening, the exact day I bought the shoes. We are so in-sync, I freaking love it. There's nothing like a man who appreciates fashion like I do. I also cut up this T shirt all by myself, saving the cash, and a new amazing shirt. I'm loving the fringe trend!
- Jade

FRANCE! A preview of my adventures

Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur

I went to the South of France last week and this is my favorite photograph from my adventure. I did not go a day without my signature Summer look: Vivid Red Lips.
I don't have time for a full summary of what happened in France, but let's just say it was pure magic. Europe is always good to me.
- Jade Elodie

Something about a girl in RED

American Apparel  

The color red is so sexy, I never realized it. I remember in AP literature, we learned that red often represent fertilization, passion, sexuality or even danger. I guess that's why the boys wouldn't stop eyeballing homegirl.  It is such a color of intense emotion. Paired with a something white makes it pop even more! And then the white's contrast with my cocoa brown skin, HOT DAMN, things are so freaking aesthetic.
-Jade Elodie

Photo Cred to Alex Marin

Foot Massage Please!

Resting my feet on Fulton Street

I mean, I'm totally not Gothic, or worship Satan; none of that craziness, but I just loved this outfit!
I bought these Creeper months ago from Urban online, and they were too bloody small! My feet fit into them, but my little baby toes were scrunched up, crying for freedom! But I am tenacious little sucker, so I actually went to my classes in them.
Let's just say, I didn't come back from my classes.
Goodness, I  had to make a pit stop at the library because the shoes were causing fiery havoc in my Achilles tendons and  big toe! I remained at the library for 4 hours. Then I crawled back to my dormitory. After clawing them off, I found terrible blisters on the backs of my ankles. Then I chucked them to the back of my closet where they gathered dust.
Until I took them to a shoe repair man in Williamsburg where he stretched them bad boys out! BOO YAH! I can kind of wear them! I mean, they aren't walking the length of Manhattan shoes, but I can rock them decently. Mama always said to me as she raked through my afro puffs as a child: Pain is Beauty.... and ain't that the truth!
- Jade Elodie

Know Yourself

Well, Freshman year of college is over, thank the lord. Being away from NYC wasn't necessarily my cup of tea, but I endured nevertheless, The time away had it's highs and Lows.

Highs 

Freedom: I've been immersed in the complete feeling of freedom, independence and personal discretion. I've always been a free little birdie, so the feeling wasn't so foreign... yet this was practically full independence, and in that I learned what I really wanted. When you are dictated, not only do you give up your freedom, but you mind's ability to expand on what you want. I essentially learned who I was in a way I've never known. I got to know Jade on a  new spectrum and that was just fabulous. 

Love: Yes, I ended my year and five month relationship with my boyfriend, but when god closes one door, somewhere, another window opens, and goodness gracious, the sun shined through that window like I've never seen! 

We met by chance, and it was like ZAP! My world is topsy turvy! But that's another story in itself. But if there's one thing one should know is I've never felt anything like this. This man is something else. He is the childhood best friend I've never had and always desired. I finally have someone to play with and there's nothing like the feeling of love, happiness and nostalgia all wrapped together.  

Lows

Grief: My mother passed away January 9th 2010, only two years ago. After she died, my life was bananas!

 I had to move back to Brooklyn from my simple suburban Long Island life, changing my life completely and for senior year of High School. Then I had to prepare for college which was stress city! Goodnes gracious, I couldn't even sit down for tea with myself! So when 1st semester began away, and I sat alone in my dormitory with my thoughts finally, it all got to me, like Mother's death was at new thing for me! I didn't know what was wrong with me, but it was terrible. I never knew what an emotion head case I could be when I have the time to be!

Whatever went down my freshman year of college, good or bad, I'm happy it happened. Everything is a new test, a challenge for me to endure, a new lesson to learn. I won't be returning to University of Hartford, which is fine, except that takes me away from him, another bloody obstacle. Fuck.
But regardless, I just think it's grand to be alive, healthy, and possibly... in love.

- Jade Elodie

Wax Paper

It's been a while, approximately 2 months since I've blogged. My life has been changing so rapidly, right now, I have no clue as to what He has in store for me, not that I knew before. But it feels like wax paper has been placed on my life's viewfinder;  a frustrating translucent vision of my world.

I always thought of myself the clairvoyant one, but jeez, He sure has a way of knocking you off of your pedestal, feeling the eternal brand of mortality. A reality check I suppose. Haha, I thought I was special for a second there, but now, I've never felt so humble in my life. Even I get rejected, heartbroken, and teased with trustworthy promises.  Even I cry. I used to boast about my inability to cry, never invested in any waterproof makeup. Now my face looks disgusting and I buy my makeup in waterproof just in case I feel the rise in tides. Nevertheless, the makeup still smears on his collar; it still shows. 

My love life is in utter disarray. I've broken up with my boyfriend of 1 year and 4 months. I won't go into the specifics, but I'll say one word of advice: Find someone like yourself and relish in a peaceful harmonious relationship. They say opposites attract, and they do, but they'll never understand you the way you do, and if you find someone like yourself, you'll see the magic in effortless understanding. 

My Field Trip to the Strip Club

I went to The Strip Club this past weekend with some fellow classmates just to say we did it. Here's what happened :

Admission was $10 for women, $15 for men. mandatory 2 drink minimum, 5 dollars for a bottle of water or watered down juices and sodas. They should have said admission 20 dollars.... That's how the mother cluckers swindle you.

Natalie Portman as a stripper in Closer

The stage itself jutted outward like an erect johnson: a long runway for the women, a single pole at the end. We all sat around the stage in comfortable cushioned red velvet chairs. We were to be the walls of a vagina, at least that's how I saw it in my perverted head. There was impeccable lavender light work cast upon the stage that would make the most jagged of the dancing creatures dull and soften on the stage.
There was a topless woman on the stage. She could have easily been between the ages of 17- 24, but there was really no way of telling. Pseudonym: Ruby.  I don't know who lied and said strippers possessed gargantuan racks, but she was between an A and B cup, petite physic, still an attractive body. She was on the edge of the stage with her thighs split apart like an ocean trench, back arched, a sweet smile on her face,  the stereotypical clear 50 inch platform heels on her feet. She crawled over to a middle aged man. He wore his prescription glasses, suit, tie and a smirk. She rolled on her side with her back side facing him and slapped her derriere. He ejaculated a bunch of 1 dollar bills.

Ruby swept it up and did a slow seductive crawl to my company and I.  Smiling, she asked  how my night was going. I responded it was just getting started. She chuckled and danced offbeat to Drake's Practice. I started to scrutinize her dance skill, but stopped because it was the typical female thing to do. I wasn't enjoying this like the men were. I was enjoying the show like an episode of American Idol. She finished her dance, collected her cash and disappeared. She reappeared, asking my friend for a light and pulling up a chair to the group. She had a bra on now. Ruby was cute, cake faced and smiley; obviously stoned. She looked white, but hispanic.  I couldn't tell. The lighting mixed with the intense aroma of cheap perfume begins to mess with your head after a while
" How much do you make?" I asked Ruby
" The least I made a night was $150. The most a night I made was $1800." Ruby responded.
" So, ahem,  are you saying I can pay my college tuition in a couple weeks?"
" Yes. Do you see that stripper?" Ruby asked, nodding to the stage. The announcer who sounded like the host of a circus show, introduced her as Mya. Mya was stunning, a dime some might say. Tight small waist, breast like healthy cantaloupes and an apple booty. I don't know why I compare human body parts to food. She bounced each individual cheek. As far as I'm concerned, that was as rare as finding a person who can wiggle each individual ear,  or making a tongue into a four leaf clover. And the men went wild. She went to the pole ( which began to spin) and did some impressive moves.
A pole. When did it become such a sexual device? What's in a pole? Me sliding down the pole in the jungle gym, running away from who was "It" in a game of Tag. Me holding on a pole in the Subway. A fireman sliding down a pole. And then a woman swinging on a pole like Tarzan. I think a pole has great variety of usage.

" Mya paid for Med School stripping, and made so much money, she just kept right on stripping. When you're bringing in thousands weekly. It's not a bad job at all."
 .
In retrospect, the pole must be DUTTY.  We all didn't really know how filthy the strip club was, and fuck it, we didn't really want to know. We all didn't know how dirty the strippers were, but at that time we weren't even contemplating that. At that moment, they were the most clean, beautiful women in the world, the most powerful in the room. In a strip club, nothing is as it seems. That's why I kept my hands on my lap.

" These girls work hard, so you can stay hard!" The voice jockey boomed, sounding like  Bozo The Clown.
My friend started to tap my shoulder and pointed out a group of men that were starting at me rather than Mya. who was spread eagle and thong-less with a face screwed in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I had my coat on.

" My real name is Vicky by the way, not Ruby hunnie." Vicky/ Ruby said
" Oh! My name is Michelle." I responded, lying of course.

" So, are you thinking about working here?"

I looked on the stage and a stripper named Jenny had her legs wide open, with 5 piercings on her vagina. Her clitoris was the size of a marble. I shivered in shock.



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