Teresa @ Supreme

Fairytale or Reality?

Most of us are familiar with the fable " The tortoise and the Hare".Whether we read the story as a child, or embraced it's lesson as adults, we have all come to terms with the overall message prevalent. I find it quite comical how the same fictional stories I've read as a child are parallel to the non fictional stories of my adolescent life. What i once believed were fictitious characters, are in all reality; real. It's ironic how much of the fairy tale's discerned to children are based off of real life, and vice versa.  Little lesson such as "slow and steady win the race" are  key morals and scruples that i personally abide by. Too many people focus attention on  frivolous dispositions, with aims at "winning" what's  perceived a race.In all actuality the only race is that against time, and the only victory is that of oneself. Most people don't realize, like the valiant, braggart hare, that true adversaries never reveal themselves. In fact most opponents try to convince their competitors that they are making all the right moves; when in fact their plight is that not of the tortoise, but that of the hare. So i ask, which are you the tortoise or the hare?

Say a prayer and kiss your heart Goodbye. Marilyn model Masha

Stairway to heaven. Supreme Model Chloe

His innocence

With my birthday approaching, I find myself more withdrawn and retired into deep reflection.I am more aware of my wants and my needs, my assets and my voids.I still remember my first memories as vivid as the moon in a starlight sky. I still dream the same dreams that i had as a child.I still hold him dear to me; that child who was afraid of the dark, who dreamed during the day,and who sought refuge in fantasy.Nothing has changed except that child no longer exists, he is only a faint remnant of my past. His innocence shattered by my reality,his death brought about by my need to live.That child no longer exists, no longer breaths, he no longer fears.For in his short life time, that child has grown and we have seen the world over and over again with new eyes, and hath felt it with an old heart. That child is now a man, all traces of his innocence erased, any hope of him seeing it again, slowly fading.

Elphants DON'T swat flies

It is easy for us to consume our selves in everyday affairs.Too much time is spent focusing on insignificant matters, and frivolous oppositions. It is easy to get annoyed by the follies and antics of the everyday people, yet alone those synonymous with the "fashion industry". I imagine myself an elephant, and the falsifiers flies. Everyone knows elephants don't swat flies, In fact they likely don't realize their presence.That's how i tend to look at my obstacles and adversaries; as flies, you swat one and ten more appear. A wise person learns from his mistakes, and instead of swatting flies he simply ignores them. In fact it's much more simple that way...because everyone knows "COLOSSAL" elephants DON'T swat "insignificant" flies.

"Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: He's pitiful to flies even."Sing," says he, and tease me still,if that's your way, poor insect""

Forty Seven Years Later

In my short lifespan I've become cognizant to the importance of what a minute, an hour, or a day can bring.Forty Seven Years ago Dr. Martin Luther King delivered a pivotal speech, that would not only affect the United States but the world as a whole. This memorandum preceded previous messages of hate,depression, and the despondency of a people, but more importantly a Nation. Forty Seven Years ago a loaf of bread cost 22cents, the average income $5.807.00, gas ran at the low price of 29cents per gallon, and racial divides were admissible. In just Forty Seven Years we've managed to replace just about every remnant of our dated past.In only forty seven years, a divided people have become one, a declining nation strengthened, and an abhorrent disease cured. It took under 17 minutes to deliver the "I had a dream speech", under an hour for it to affect the nation, and forty seven years for that dream to come true.

Give Yourself Some Credit

I spoke with an associate the other night, and the topic of love came about. Albeit a "cliche" topic, i was intrigued to get another perspective of what I've spent much personal time contemplating. As our conversation grew rather intense, we found ourselves talking about self-love. I have to admit that the next few minutes of our dialogue would change my perspective on the pressure of "loving". My colleague explained that she was never told "i love you", and subsequently she found herself undeserving of the most essential emotion know to man; love. I was taken aback hearing such words, from someone whose beauty was obvious.I found it unfathomable that a girl who seemed to have it all, was lacking the most fundamental asset of all. I've spent time analyzing my life.I'd take into account all those who've tried to maim me, and all the pain I've ever experienced. I realized that I was also hurt, afraid, and harboring feelings of insecurity.The discrepancies between myself and my colleague, were contained not in our circumstance; but our revivification. I'm an optimist, I give people the benefit of doubt, and i always control my life...life never controls me. There are too many pressures put on today's youth to excel. In this time of uncertainty more and more adolescents are affixed on success, that in return they neglect themselves.It will be ok. You are loved. You are on the right track...Give yourself some credit.

"We should never allow the way someone treats us, to define the way in which we treat ourselves"- dDaCosta

Say a Prayer for Mama Haiti

Most people don't know that Queens is the most ethnically diverse place in the world. I've always been exposed to many different ethnicity's, religious beliefs, and cultures. Growing up many of my friends were from the Caribbean. Most people were to ashamed to claim they were from Haiti. Haiti is one of, if not thee most impoverished country in the western hemisphere. No wonder many people, esp Haitian Americans tried eagerly to erase their cultural ties to their beloved Haiti. There was a point in time where Haiti was synonymous with indigence, destitution, and inferiority.Most of the world looks at Haiti and similar "black occupied" countries, with the same propagated Western view that it's occupants have no worthy history nor culture. This is where most people are wrong...Dead wrong! Haiti was the first African occupied country that not only fought for, but won their independence against the strongest militia of the time. That's right, Haitian rebels with few resources, successfully won independence against Napoleon! In this time of need i cannot help but reflect on the Haitian struggle. I don't know if it has anything to do with my Haitian ancestry, or the struggle and slow decline of a deprived Nation. Either way their cries are heard and hopefully their prayers will be answered. Everyone cannot donate money, however we can all say a prayer for Haiti.

" In my experiences Lessons not learned in blood are soon forgotten" - unkown

NYC

If I were asked to describe living in New York in only two words, they'd most likely read "absolutely amazing". I was born and raised in Queens, so I'm by no means new to New York. Growing up, I never realized the big hoop-ha surrounding my city. In fact, i never realized the luxuries and amenities in which i were afforded just by living here. On the cusp of adulthood I now look at the city with new eyes, and a better understanding of life and opportunity.I constantly find myself confounded by the great shops, art exhibits, eateries, and recreations NYC has to offer. This city reeks of inspiration and has no shortage of artist willing to thrive in all of it's glory.It's easy to gain inspiration in such a grand city filled with endless lights, personalities, and things to do.My livelihood depends on this network of lights and budding dreams.I find inspiration in many different faucets around the city. Anything literally can, and will inspire me. There are weeks where my camera never leaves my eye, and other days where it never leaves my home. Sometimes i miss opportunities, other times i catch it, never quite knowing what to expect. That's the beauty of life in NYC; you never know what you may get. This inspires me. This keeps my toes pointed forward.

One vessel. One thought. One life

Everyday begins with a sense of a new beginning. We walk the aisles of a new day, unaware of what fate has in store.People, places, and scenes pass before our eyes, and vanish into the depths of our minds.Memories soon forgotten,but not lost. For these forgotten moments in life make us who we are.One vessel,One movement,One People.

When all else fails...be Human

Most people miss the "little lessons" in life. Such as the importance of honesty, integrity, and temperance.Few focus their intentions on what truly matters in life; they never live to their potential and they merely exists. It is not without mention the harsh reality that most people face daily. A 9-5 job with no hopes of growth, a failing economy; with little hopes of improvement, and a life dictated by the social norms of society. Most people wish for money and wealth yet very few wish for health.Our social conditioning make us less human daily. Less capable of love, less capable of empathy,and less capable of living.It's the little lessons or lack there of that really matter.

There are too many people, and too few human beings. ~Robert Zend

Throwback

This is one of my personal favs! I had to re-post this!

Inclination : Supreme model Reina Montero

alternative beauty

• Images: dDaCosta

One Track mind

Styled By: Ugo Mozie

Makeup Katie Chua

Asst: Coco and Breezy

FOR OL' TIMES SAKE

Black magic

Thriller nights.

dDaCosta on the Sartorialist