Viva Italia:

So as anyone who has the time to read this blog knows, Vogue Italia has broken records with their groundbreaking all black issue. I am not going to lie, the adverts still have white models causing an initial disappointment, but hey, we knew this already or else they would not have to make a concerted effort to break down and hold a mirror to racial discrepencies in the fashion world.

The actual spreads are well executed and Toccara has won my heart as she serves in fur and lingerie. (Wait til I get some money and a man... it's a wrap for him)! The only thing is that... I can not read Italian! There are too many letters! Constanants, vowels, just too much for me to take and project my limited knowledge of french and spanish on to, which sucks because great magazines delve on the intellectual moreso than say, VIBE or XXL, and DonDiva (my guilty pleasures). If anything I am glad that people can understand why I spend $10- $30 on a given magazine, the quality of the paper, the beauty of the shoots, the excellence of the model and of course the fucking clothes. I want to cry everytime I see a Cesare Pacciotti advert. 'Scuzzi for the tangent. *Ahem* But yea holler at the expensive habits, I have a few, the only cheap one is masturbation and that is not even a habit, it's boring.

If you have not already, go out and get it, it is like buying an Obama shirt, or bringing a cloth bag to the supermarket, it makes you feel like you have done something. We are not children anymore, but deep down inside, we need a bit of affirmation.

Say what you want, Naomi is the queen. If I looked this good after 20 years, I would throw tantrums and blackberrys at every fucking body. It's hard out here for a pimp.