I DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT
You may notice I have no “About” page. I sho the hell don’t.
My first attempt at an About page was a long list of all the styling assistant jobs I’ve had with cool pics of all the bajillion dollar sets I’ve been on and corny pics of me and celbs. But thats not what the blog is about. (::cough cough:: or is it?)
Then I had pics of me being wild and crazy and attempting to look pretty and super cool and stylish, but prettiness is definitely not the point of all this either. (sh*t…or is it?!)
Let’s just say this- I have no idea what I’m talking about.
Please know there will be a lot of pictures of Jascmeen because its Jascmeen.com. And anyone who knows me will tell you that oddly enough its NOT about my vanity. I just really feel like if you don’t see ME you won’t… get… it. I write in my own voice. I play on plays on words and the only connecting thread between these posts is that they will have to do with ME. I don’t want you to think I’m some head tilted, faux forlorn, fashion person– I’m not. I’m thickums, I’m happy, and fashion is something that happened to me in spite of having all the lovely curves and stature of a fine teapot.
So for a while I left the little “Type your About here, love WordPress” on there. Then I finally deleted the whole tab. Womp Womp. How sad! My baby blog, the project that really means A LOT to me, has no mission statement and I never even introduced myself to the people that are actually reading it! You don’t know how happy I get, like “12 clicks! TWELVE!!!” ::harlem shake::
I’m hoping it will be okay to dissect Tom Ford’s RTW collection, then talk about how I have a stage mom yet have no discernible talents.
Hopefully we can chit chat about how I’m far too voluptuous to wear the androgynous fashions that I looove, then hop on over to a wack date I had that ended with a carwash by a crackhead, which my date paid for… in crack.
High fashion, street wear, being mistaken for a lesbian then complaining about it and not changing it, working as a stylist, being a “personality,” my legitimate fashion writer stuffs, Los Angeles stuff, Oakland stuff, 24 inch weaves, fun vocabulary exercises, having big feet, my breasts are too large for my body, I have big eyes but they’re growing on me, wow my upstairs neighbor must be wearing cheap shoes, I’m not that good of a driver, is the military trend really here to stay (I hope not), I met Margiela once, I collect vintage sportswear but could care less about sports, I’ve dated enough felons that I can expect to be subpoenaed at any given moment, I stan for Man Repeller yet I’m the only person alive who is NOT into layering, it strains a relationship when you got the new Jordans but your man couldn’t…
This is… but a sampler of whats to come. Mozzarella sticks, a few nachos, and chicken wings. If by some wacky turn of events I’ve confused you loyal 12 disciples, email me! We’ll have a drink and talk about how “bout it bout it” I can really be