70/30 Rule and a Sexcapade with Apollo-Ra

I told myself I'd take a sabatical from clubbing (which is really bar hopping on this rock) to devote more me-time to my anorexic blog, but that sabatical, albeit successful -- cosigned with my blogging intentions. So perhaps I was even cheating on my blog with my work emails, but I'm back to write about my relationship with Apollo-Ra.

I may not be the best to take advice from particularly on the subject at hand, but I think that I am pretty well qualified to speak on this. What started off as a casual fling before or sometimes after work, turned into a love affair and now Ra and have been getting hot and heavy for awhile. Our relationship fills me with energy, radiance and has my endorphins on high, but like any healthy relationship I took the famous 80/20 rule (thanks Tyler Perry), and altered it to our needs. Before this summer lovin' comes and goes leaving me burned -- I have the 70/30 rule to make sure I get mine. You might want to use this too in your relationship -- especially this season, so pay attention...

SEVENTY [70]: Interaction is key in any relationship -- especially when it's physical. Embrace each others warmth. Feel the heat and blissfully burning sensation by taking time out to soak all the energy around. Sweat it out, like The Dream sang and for added benefit with this escapade, I recommend the following for the ultimate climax.



Coconut Oil -- make it extra virgin



Use protection -- don't be stupid.

 THIRTY [30]: Time apart is the 30 of this rule and it's absolutely necessary to keep the glow and sparkle in your relationship. When you are apart you still NEED to maintain and keep everything right, so the next time you bite into the 70 piece of the pie, you'll never be left without an orgasmic smile and that glowing skin.

Mister Radiant by Givenchy -- The MUST HAVE!

Mister Bright by Givenchy -- For a QUICKIE

Refined Golden by MAC -- If you're desperate.

Self Sun by Clinique -- To hold you over until the next session

Gel Bronzer by Clinique -- when the relationship turns gray

Beauty + The BITCH

...I have and will always be a fashion head, but currently in my career path I have detoured onto the beauty route and is coming to realize (with the help of my colleagues and friends in business) that Beauty is a Bitch. That's because it's truly the first and last glamorous industry in the game...

Recall the excerpt from above?

Beauty is a BITCH is not an exaggerated expression, but literal synopsis of the beauty business. I celebrate my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY today as a "Bronzed Beauty," (majority of course is nature blessed, but some product derived) my industry nickname from many colleagues. My company is amazing, my glam fam is amazing and I am excited for this journey.


I am not a makeup artist in case any of you are wondering and the Divas will be the first to wave brush in my face and tell me to move, but I can tell you this -- my deep set almond eyes, high cheekbones and signature pout leave me more than qualified to run my beauty floor.

Ohh, suki suki now -- T O K Y O

FOREVER and ever, my heart's in Tokyo...[at the MatsuyaGinza XXI -- first stop]

Okay so my blog negligence is totally validated when the verb LIFE fucks you hard and you've got to take it like a gay man and ride through it 'bareback' and raw (FYI: if my humor is too provacative for your fancy then GET OVER YOURSELF). So, unless some dashing angel investor happens to stumble upon my lonely starter of a blog and wants to fund my travel expenses to document fashion weeks; expect some blog negligence from time to time.


IN YO' FACE -- SHIBUYA!

Anyway, I've been meaning to write about Tokyo and how my February trip shot inspiration through my thin veins faster than a shared needle filled with cocaine (again, if my humor is too much for your sheltered mind then GET OVER YOURSELF).

My friends and I took a trip to visit an amazing former boss and inspirational friend (Arigato Gozamaishita Bud-Sama) -- never did I think I would have fallen in L O V E with the city (along with the dapper folks that live there). I am considering making the move, but I know I definitely need to brush up on my Nihongo because it's like super sukoshi dake!

her gucci cosmetic pouch and Anna Sui mascara

his calvin x-underwear and RL rugby socks

After our hour and half airport limo ride from Narita to the Hotel Gracery, Ginza, I was able to take off my Kenneth Cole military boots and vintage military trench to get freshened for one hell of a trip! Yeah of course I did the shopping scene from Omotesando, Shibuya, Ginza... but I did get a taste (literally a taste from bar to fucking bar) of the night life in Roppongi. I can't say where I went just for the sake of confidentiality and I don't want people knowing, unless you're a local [or have been there before] you can probably recognize the backgrounds.

After a delicious dinner (where my girls tore the place down like it's hot) and five bar stops later with rounds of mai-tais, Japanese sake, and the best tasting Sapporo, I mean carbohydrate in the world; my crazy boos and I (Jazyl, I love you) found ourselves spotlighting the stage in a crowded club in the heart of Roppongi dancing with random (fortunately decent-looking) people. Those flicks are not surfacing here =), sorry.

A few hours pre- Roppongi...

A few hours post- Roppongi

4:00am meal of champs

Meeting up with one of my beauty boos [TINA!] in the middle of Shibuya for an impromptu fried rice and chicken dinner date was truly the icing on the cake (that's just a figurative because who eats that junk anyway?!). Actually, I take that back, the McGORGEOUS I saw in the H&M elevator was the icing or maybe I just wanted to lick the icing off the hottie (less carbs and calories than cake you know)!

This blog could go on forever especially coming from a verbose and pertentious wannabe writer allowed to freeingly express his thoughts, but at the end of it all -- T O K Y O was fucking EPIC. Gordon von Steiner better watch out because maybe GQ would want me to blog my photos for them, but that might have to wait until my Tokyo Part Deux, right boos?! To end on that note...

What happens in Tokyo, stays in Tokyo...

And we shut it down, literally!












SHU the flies away.

VMAN is hands down my favorite magazine and I've been a fan of Mr. Gan, the co-founder of Visionaire along with it's sister publication V, since I grabbed my first issue in 2007. One should never associate overly abused fashion terminology with this mag i.e. "edgy" or "forward" [and my favorite flaming fairy term -- fierce]. Everything else is just BLAH; especially when being compared the V!

Okay, enough of me annoyingly expressing my enamor with perfect-bound high quality colored photographs. The real reason behind this post is because of a VMAN spread, "Tokyo Tribe," which I saw before my trip to Japan. It's not the fashion that tickled my pickle -- it was the meticulously executed make-up artistry using Shu Uemura Painting Liner. Love at second sight (first being the bone structure of the models). After all, I am now self proclaimed; fashion born, beauty rising.*

VMAN Issue 20 Winter 2010/2011

*I have and will always be a fashion head, but currently in my career path I have detoured onto the beauty route and is coming to realize (with the help of my colleagues and friends in business) that Beauty is a Bitch. That's because it's truly the first and last glamorous industry in the game.

POST TOKYO FEB 2011

I left my heart in Tokyo this past month after I took a weekend getaway with four fashionhead colleagues; a group whom I now call friends. I never thought I'd fall in love with that city, but shit did I sure eat my words! Since I was the only idiot to not take an extra vacay day to recuperate from the four euphoric nights spent in four different wards of Tokyo -- I jumped straight into my [not so] normal day at the office...see for yourself!

Je T'Adore Forever Studios for Hermes

Je T'Adore Forever Studios for Hermes

Deflowering Ceremony

My friends often tease me about being so technologically detached -- I still don't have Internet on my mobile -- but who fuckin cares. So as I step forward into this cyber world I am officially starting my blog. Baby steps folks, baby steps. I won't be tumbling or tweeting anytime soon ... but I'm sure my dear Beauty Boo Jocelyn will appreciate this...more to come!