“XYZ: At the end of the day its not about money. ME: You’re right. Its about money at the beginning of the day.”

And as for the end of the day, well we’re at the penthouse suit at the Blue Moon hotel. Fridge stocked eating grapes and cheese. Pour another glass when the wine is low.

Sophia & Fatima Said #ANTM Cycle 10




My new friend Florian from Sweden. He just finished his PhD. #clapforhim





Cheers.

Blue Moon Hotel
100 Orchard Street
New York, 10002
212.533.9080

If you won’t take a photo for me then we can’t be friends. I document my life don’t act like this is brand new. I’ll make sure you get your face time on The Boots. Clubs have turned into the new conference rooms, but this was all play.

I finally found a vintage leather boomer jacket. We made-out all night at Goldbar. Although spring is here, she’ll sit pretty in my closet til October comes. I held it down there for a minute on Wed nights, then passed the baton to my boy Ronald. Catch him on wed nights toasting with gold sculls and the dope oil paintings.

The return of Sophia Loron and my new but oldie boy toy–Sebatisan. He lets his tats show and wears fur caps, he dances on couches and gives bad boy looks. We’re all familiar with Miss Sophia. She doesn’t have any tats (yet), she’ll wear your fur cap if you put it in her lap, she’s probably danced on your mother’s couch and always gives– looks.

* disclaimer: Sip the champagne as often as you’d like when going out, but remember to drink water or Pedialyte before going to bed. Your night spilling over into the next day is never cute. In order to keep playing hard — you have to work hard first. A-men.

Say my name, say my, say my, say my name, say my, say my, say my, you betta say my name. All the kids GAG—Oh VIP how I flashed you with you a card, and pretty girls. Gold Room was the residence and I wanna break my lease so I can move–they knew we were in the building. #LateBoots is everywhere. It’s like 4:46am and Im writing this post, so I’m half way gone. Just get into my pics and the life–I hate it. I was with my rich friends Warner and Waverly with Kanye’s girl Amber Rose. Goodnight.

I’ll never lie to you. Believe everything that you see. See you goons in Miami.

You ready? You make my heart; da da dum dum dum. I should’ve stopped at the red light. Take me in vain; I have none to waste with you. Can I put a promise ring on it? She be rockin chinchilla coats. Imagine me posting from a house on the coast; bass. I call her B, short for Brooke. We attended Kenneth McKoy’s surprise dinner lastnight at 255 Tapas Lounge . The theme of the night: I’m going to let–these–chil–dren–have–it; furs, shade, shades, tea, wings, pumps, hair, alcohol, and Slice; fulfill my fantasies.
Birthday boy Kenneth McKoy (celebrating for the rest of the month)!
Baldwin Hill’s Ashley Calloway
Celebrity stylist Jeremy Haynes (R)
Don’t blush; keep this on the hush.

Point out the house beats; you can’t play rap all the time–my ears are too sensitive for that. And yall already know that I don’t be out dancing with the moon light but I’ve been working hard–played with my light skinned friends at Halo Lounge, VIP incorporated. You see how the circles change from an R&B singer to a Pop Star–fame is a monster. I seen MTV.

I guess it’s not ALL BLACK EVERYTHING.

I’m not right y’all, I’m slightly off. The champagne was talking to me.  We took a gypsy cab to our location and barely an hour past the midnight hour I found myself outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries.

I’m so sure of my post I can sacrifice a line like, blah blah blah–blah blah blah. Yeah I swear we really does it.

* I was in the bed by 1:30 am–meeting tomorrow with Joe for the next Art is Life. If you feel your artwork is worthy hit me with an email and we’ll chop it up.