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"no words used will describe the space i occupy so just know that i am to influence. i'm 24, clean in this (expletive) making ground in the fashion industry to create a style for ciara, party with kate moss; sip tea at high noon with von furstenberg & westwood; yacht with hov & posen, and exist "

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vocally i'm yawning though... Thursday, November 09, 2006 |

never truly been a fan... cause i find his voice dry, boring & colorless (blah blah blah)... however, this recent GQ spread of nothing legendary is the shit. whom ever styled Sir. Stevens did an immaculate job with the Louis V styling. the military-styled theme for the suit jacket paired with the color palette of the tie serves as a refreshing take to an artist whose look has equally been nothing i paid particular attention to.

& this CK spread (right) featured equally shares in being the shit for it gives the "choir boy" an edge; a rawness having me guessing what shoes were rocked to complete this look. i'd freak a dress boot or maybe some special-ed chukks cause that would be big business.

nevertheless, the complete spread provides a great look for someone whose music is a seditive i don't recommend while operating heavy machinery. although again off the newest lp is slick, to me musically his voice is nothing to write home about though he may in fact become a style legend if his visual representation remains as clean as this.

blippin' brit... fed-exed Wednesday, November 08, 2006 |


i knew from inception that Spears and K-dud would never truly work. Brit, to me, always wanted a brotha/ nigga in her life though the environs she's accustomed wills against it so the closest she got was timberlake, whom wants the cred with his whiny ass until the cops or FCC come; & fed whom makes even the thoroughest niggas shamed. K-fed in fact is what we refer to as nigguh (no job, baby-mama drama, limited talent & no ambition) ... brit if that's what you're into get the real thing by hitting up Chi's westside or those displaced Nolan's in Houston.

though my elation for the finality in the dissolution of that fiasco is high; it tears at me reflecting on the damage the relationship caused your pop & rationale credibility. i'm here.... as the brotha you secretly sexually want and as a stylist rendering a service to provide damage control of your career as you work on this comeback.

your appearance on letterman was a hot look & you could definitely get it ... though i'm sure that statement ruins my cred a little.

the beginning - paying tribute Monday, November 06, 2006 |

vh1 soul has become my seditive as this fickle retail industry wears at the soul...

i dream the colours of creating an image; a starkly fresh style for her crunk&b-ness but i'd give my life 3 times over to establish a similar relationship with the one artist capable of influencing my artistic endeavors; the pacing on this journey. the space aaliyah occupied is disputed by some but there's no denying the fluidity, artistry and sheer beauty she lived. i'm at loss expressing the importance her days breathing meant.

more than a woman just replayed before my eyes and derek lee deserves so much credit for creating a look thats frequently swagger jacked and that chemistry i will duplicate for Cici's evolution cause judging by the looks of things its no laughing matter Cici!

something's gotta give! Wednesday, November 01, 2006 |

10:33 in subtle silence; clarity is provided adding to my science. think about trends within the season. checking out my appearance... its not appeasing. i read the unhappiness in myself as i'm forced to visual deride myself of any personality for a job within a career path that i will not hold forever. i hate anything i'm forced to do cos i aim to just exist.... to do darius which translates into king and live like one. i got all this talent to actually dress Kate & Kelis; work for Vogue or any Conde Nast publication; sit pretty at Olympus and just create space.

yet i feel that my appearance for what i do and am is hindered by the constructs of a company struggling to establish one. i hate shaving and i miss switching from a soul patch to a goatee to a shadow in a few days notice. i got to make some changes cause image is everything and as the new black, i have to be polished!

young, fresh & feeling new. Tuesday, October 31, 2006 |

lounging.............. thinking bout whom i love; attempting to blog while tuned into Vh1 soul when i see Kelis' video for young, fresh & new. need to be sleep but a welcomed throwback vid in the late of night to encapsulate this momentinlife. nothing's no longer holding me back; not love; not relatives; clothes or grammar as the message i indeed fcuks with.

the changes reflective of what i'm becoming are coming. stay tuned!

a geo... Tuesday, September 26, 2006 |

two days ago, katie & i were a little ambitious and did some recruiting for the job, which resulted in dinner and drinks (MGD). but before we could begin looking for viable candidates, i tap a woman's car with Katie's car door..... ooops. not too prideful, i'm very apologetic as i'm too slick in my crisp-textured white button down and cherry red down vest by d&g.

too cool for school, this bitter hoebag is bi-polar in her rants as i respond to her plea of what she wants me to do about the missing paint chip, while quelling my shock 'cos 3 seconds before..... the spot next to me was as vacant as Moon Winx. what y'all know about that?

katie, the uber-friendly caucasian; yet, around the way white girl had that n---a hold my purse 'cos i'm bout introduce this b---h to my fist decked with rings look. she suggests i pay for the one paint chip missing & i'm like shit there's this pair of Gucci high-top canvas kicks and some beer i need in my life. i ain't trying to fund her a new paint job.

eventually she gives me 50 feet after insulting me. i swallow the juice cos i was in the wrong only to discover on our return that the c--t was bitching about a geo. u already know!!!

survey said.... ding the dog shit out of her car & floor it, but jail, if caught, is not a good look for my ambition to take over the world so survey says... find justice by buying a voodoo doll and stabbing the shit out of it... OJ style!

the offend-sive... |

not much truly makes me salty although i have an opinion about everything......down to the way the wind blows. there's this tom foolery that's as dead as the high-top fade, & the 1 hoop earring, which left up to Kelis... will be making a serious comeback. i always thought the idea of a quote-unquote fashion police is nothing slight of dumb nor has my oppressive opinion on that matter changed 'cos i view its conceptualization as very, no extremely, nullus!

however, what i do want, right after world peace, is to let this preceding shit i'm to mention to die the death it deserves. yes, the crisp, go get'em, i'm so fly popped collar photographs well for print, but that's it. you're not uber-chic; slick; gq or any other coined term dropped on your block. citing lamers for this infraction is nullusness; yet, i do think its overdue for a re-introduction of my little friend called anthrax 'cos we need to remain alert and in constant fear as punishment for our own crockery. walking around with your collar only signifies that nothing else about you is worth knowing & you possess limited personality needed to make friends.

if you're caught in public with your collar popped, mr.sofresh & soclean, expect your mail to possess a certain white substance only man could create with love. ;)

seeing outside yourself Sunday, August 27, 2006 |

as of recently, i've begun questioning why people believe so adamantly in me; why they opted to give my talent a chance when others close doors only to their despair. my heart, as in someone i cherish, anna, returned from meeting with the illustriously wonderful people at vogue.

we role-played down to her attire for this meeting and innately i believe the opportunity provided is hers. i believe in her so much; yet she's scared of breaking down in the advent she is selected and moves to new york. i promised her i'd visit if not move with her & i meant just that. i understand my spirit and my fearlessness 'cos i come from the south. a region where many don't understand what it is to dream beyond the confines of the system & those that do don't know how to leave. i've been at a point where i had nothing - not even really myself & God tested my strength. to return to that place unaccomplished is failure to me & i've never done that.

it was once i started seeing outside myself that i indeed understood myself. i have a world to conquer and for everyone that believed in me when i sure as hell didn't, thank you and these work i produce through God's will is dedicated to you.

swagger tested by an tween ambush! |

usually i use this space as an opportunity to disseminate my random rants on you all readers 'cos i feel the need to force ppl into accepting my opinion as fact. but not tonite. i'm just gonna say that i challenge myself through my actions/conquests/ and current fascinations and never out of status/recognition/or belongingness. i've established an identity with myself that i'm indeed comfortable in & i only compete with myself. i suppose thats selfish but realistically, the i in myself (pronounced) is what matters at days end & achieving a higher peace is my most valued hustle.

to those naysayers that lack belief in the kid; i'm not intimidated; i fear no man; no rejection or any matters of the earth. i have favor. i come with sincerity and expect no compensation from my works other than the satisfaction that i did darius & that's the fuckin' best. i get my swag tested from time to time, as in today, but i got more cajones than planters & creatively i'm not to be fcuked with. i've never owned the box most try to discard. i'm the truth & that's all i can/know how to be.

soon,
the artist formerly known as!!!!!

bringing you that new-new. i live to take chances. recognize that i am - this is the new black. soon!

"Influence!"