A Flawless Evening

Last night I had the honor of attending the Flawless Foundation‘s annual Perfection Party at the famed New York culinary institution, Le Cirque.  Former second lady Tipper Gore was the honorary chair and my friend, fashion model Sarah DeAnna, was the evening’s special guest.

With Sarah DeAnna

The Flawless Foundation recognizes the perfection in every child living with brain-based behavior challenges and many from the worlds of philanthropy from across the country came together to raise money for this worthwhile cause.

Karenna Gore, Kristin Gore, Tipper Gore, Sarah Gore

To learn more about the Flawless Foundation and how you can support its mission please visit their website.

Ocean’s Eleven, New York style.

It’s not often that art imitates my life, but that’s exactly what happened tonight.  I attended a Cannes Cinema Club event hosted by Stella Artois at Tribeca Cinemas which played homage to the original film version of Ocean’s Eleven. The space was transformed to emulate a Vegas casino nightclub from the 1960′s, complete with “guests” Andy Warhol, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr., Marilyn Monroe, and Audrey Hepburn. It was awesome.  The Stella flowed freely and it was such fun being transported back in time in present-day Manhattan.

Stella’s iconic chalice.

As I worked on the Ocean’s Eleven remake while working with my former boss, Matt Damon, this event was especially fun for me and conjured up some great memories.

Unleashing an over-the-head Tall T kick on Mr. Pitt back in the day.  Just a little funnin’ on set…

Mr. Pitt deploys his flashlight in an effort to defend himself.

I enjoyed conversations with both “Andy Warhol” and “Audrey Hepburn”, and laughed hysterically after posing with “Dean Martin”, “Sammy Davis, Jr.”, and “Frank Sinatra.”

Oh, “Andy.” What good times we had.

Was wonderful to finally meet “Audrey.” Turns out we both like Tiffany’s!

With Dave McNamee of HL Group.

Loved being part of the “Rat Pack”.

With Christopher Hanson, Brand Manager of Stella Artois.

Thanks to Stella and Tribeca for a great night.

The ‘do.

I go through this every year.  I hem and haw, solicit the opinions of friends, and make myself miserable until I make a decision–which I almost always make suddenly and spontaneously–about what to do with my hair for the summer months.

I love my natural hair and wearing it in a ‘fro, but come spring when the rains set in followed by the humid summer, I am at a loss.  My ‘fro shrinks, becomes difficult to manipulate, and can be an all-around pain in the you-know-what.  So the other day as soon as I awoke I made a decision–that I would braid my hair.

Certainly, I’d considered this during my heming and hawing stage but suddenly I felt sure about my decision.   Without overthinking this I headed to Brooklyn and a few hours later emerged with my new Senegalese Twists, which provide the style, flexibility, and function I was looking for along with a barrier to Mother Nature and her waterworks.

Time and money well spent.

The ‘do.

Am I really going to do this?

The answer is yes.

For a reason I don’t quite understand, I have decided to mark the entering of my fourth decade by performing a few ditties in public.  Most people are fine with a a normal celebration of some sort, but me…well, I don’t know what in the sam hill is driving this in me.

So I’ve enlisted my friend, singer-songwriter Sally Taylor, God bless her, to help me fulfill my secret public singing desire.

I’ve been firmly nestled into the “me” decade for eight months now and it’s taken about as long for us to sort out the date of May 19th.

Grab a friend and suppress your urge to heckle and stop on by.  Good times await.

May 19, Good Life Bar 28 Kingston Street, Boston, 6:30pm

I think I may wear this outfit.

Dove love

A funny thing happened on the way to Times Square…I ended up on a billboard for Dove.

Because the photo was taken at a Dove casting and they uploaded it, I had convinced myself that it wasn’t such a big deal until friends told me otherwise.

TIME SQUARE!

Fingers and toes crossed that yours truly will be cast in the actual ad this fall.

 

 

Tall T Timin’ in SoHo

We had a wonderful shoot today with Andrew Sarewitz, the Director of the Mimi Fertz Gallery in SoHo.  The Mimi Fertz Gallery is the premier gallery in New York that specializes in contemporary Russian art and we not only had a great time but learned a lot about Russian and Baltic art!

Here are some outtakes. Video will be posted soon.

Between takes with Andrew.

 

Life imitating art with Ryan and Casey of LaMarcable Productions.

Having way too much fun.

 

Relaxing post-shoot at Les Bistro Amis in SoHo.

Hair we go again…

I could argue that I have been trying to figure out what to do with my hair since I was a kid.  Caring for it, for as long as I can remember, has always taken patience, experimentation, and acceptance.

Like lots of black women I know, the difference between a good hair day and a bad hair day could be determined by factors out of our control like excessive moisture or humidity.  Baths and showers sometimes have to be quick to prevent the development of frizz or if you have a natural, or ESPECIALLY if you wear your hair natural, shrinkage.  I’ve always been amazed at how quickly my hair can deflate like air being let out of a balloon on a sticky summer’s day or if I spend too much time luxuriating in the bath or shower without a shower cap.

Over the years I have gone through many styles, almost always to return to my natural.  Why?  Because in addition to it giving me the most flexibility, it is perfect just as it is because the good Lord made it this way and I accept it and own it. 

Sportin' a bob.

Trying out a pixie cut.

Taking a break with braids.

Now that summer is back upon us and soon I will be tempting fate as I indulge in humid beach days and take the occassional dip in the ocean, I will be doing so naturally and carefree, just like my hair is meant to be.

Back to the 'fro and naturally me.

Playing with a full deck

After a scary night with my Miniature Pinscher, Avery, in the doggie ER the other day due to a “neurological episode” that suddenly and without reason transformed her into a possessed poltergeist, we both partook in some much needed fun today.  Avery demonstrated that she was back to normal as she whipped around the dog park and I sought my own enjoyment in the West Village with my friends Mimii and Magnus, a model.

Walking through the trendy neighborhood in my preppy salmon-colored Bermudas, Magnus and I couldn’t resist the lure of posing in front of an awesome deck of cards mural at the corner of Bleecker and Christopher; Mimii expected no less, mind you, as she assumed the role of photographer of our impromptu photo session.

Feeling footloose and fancy free as Avery unleashed, we didn’t seem to care that  passerby were watching our modeling session.  But seeing as how both of us are models inhibition is not something that we possess.

As we demonstrated,  you don’t always need to be on a set to strike a pose; you can strike a pose wherever the mood strikes you.

A Glamourous honor

I had a little bit of spring in my step this morning when I finally saw the May issue of Glamour Magazine.  I grinned from ear to ear and was humbled when I saw the spread I share with Tata Harper, Summer Rayne Oakes, and Josie Maran–all amazing women and entrepreneurs in the beauty world.  What an honor to be featured alongside them in this prestigious magazine.

Beauty in Brooklyn

I was recently asked to guest blog for the skin 2 skin care website and I was rather stuck on what to say.  Every attempt I made to discuss skin care was missing the mark.  Frustrated, I decided to go meet a friend for brunch in Brooklyn followed by a walk through the Botanical Gardens there.  I really needed to get out of my head and welcomed a relaxing walk on a crisp Sunday.

My friend and I caught up over a Mexican-themed brunch and enjoyed our $2 sangrias (another reason to love Brooklyn) before meandering down the block to the gardens.

The rain held out as we strolled and we literally took the time to smell the many flowers.  A variety of scents are forced upon us everyday as New Yorkers–those of street vendors and subway cars come to mind–but to aimlessly walk through the gardens unhampered by throngs of people invading your personal space while the essence of pine and lilac beckon to be inhaled put me in the perfect head space to complete my blogging assignment.

Before I knew it I was writing faster than my hands could handle the speed at which he words were pouring out of my head.  The beauty of these gardens revealed itself at every turn and I was glad some of its inspiration had rubbed off on me.

Read my Brooklyn beauty inspired piece here.