My First Client in Personal Styling

Meet Cilantro. My first client in personal styling. He currently does not have any clothes. Only a pair of white undies. He had some sleek black shoes at one point, but after a wild night of karaoke at Bush Gardens those shoes are no longer. Just a little rundown about where Cilantro is in his life right now. He just got a promotion at The Treats Club and is now H.B.I.C.! He was also approached by Count Darkalino to help promote Batch 206 Vodka. But in order for Cilantro to move forward in his professional life he is going to need the proper attire. It's not easy finding clothes for a man of unique proportions, but I'm trying my best. If you have any leads of where we can find some gourmet linens please let me know!

Sometimes a Sweetheart Always a Dirtbag

I wear makeup, I go shopping, I paint my nails, and I get my hair done on the regular. I cook and clean like a Stepford wife...

...but I kick it like a frat boy.

New Year. New York.

My co-worker sent me a short, but sweet note via USPS..."I think you are a wild fashion star that doesn't belong in Seattle." I always thought I'd be one of the first to go, but looks like I am the last one standing. I love Seattle and think I've done everything I could to get things rolling for my career, but the opportunities here are limited. I don't want to sound like those bitter disgruntled snobby people who think they are too good for this city because this place is full of talent, beautiful scenery, delicious food, and all those other things that inspire me. But if I'm ever going to "make it" I have to be in the epicenter of where it all goes down: New York.

No more excuses. I aint got no man, no kids, no mortgage, no strings attached. There is no better time than now. Once I get my 2010 tax return I'm putting it away in my savings. I'm selling a majority of my vintage collection and making it happen. Not sure of a date, but sometime in 2011 sounds about right. I don't know too many people out there but just last year one of my best friends and fellow fashionistas Naomi B. became a resident. I'm pretty sure she has a couch I can crash on.

My Greatest Regrets in 2010

We all have regrets. Here are mine from 2010 in no particular order. Loaning clothes, losing earrings, saying yes, and passing things up. They might not be that serious, but it still keeps me up at night.

* Clothing Bank; I loaned some clothing to a photographer for her photo shoot several months ago. We were suppose to meet up so I could get my wardrobe back, but before we could she moved across the country. I have contacted her over and over again via e-mail, phone, text, Facebook, but no reply. I see her status updates, I see her on my G-chat list, so I know she's getting my messages. Mind you I loaned her some of my favorite and most coveted pieces. It makes my stomach turn to think I will never see these three pieces ever again. I have contemplated putting her on blast on the Internet, but fuck it. All I wanted was a response back?! New rules apply in 2011; down payment and rental fees if you are anyone but Kyle Johnson.

* Night Stands; Co-ed slumber parties in 2010 served as a sucking black portal hole of all my best earrings and other accessories. Of course you want to wear all your bling and sparkle when you're going to see that special person of that moment, but beware of what you leave behind before you get too cozy. Note: if you are going to sleep over a guy's house don't ever leave your shit on the night stand or the bathroom counter. Chances are shit might hit the fan and you can kiss those sweet Bamboo earrings you got at the Compton swap meet goodbye. I'm stepping up my accessory game in 2011 and this time I have a better game plan to make sure I don't have any casualties in my treasure chest, and it's called celibacy.

* Yes Mam; I did it all for love in 2010, but I'm doing it all for money in 2011. Let's just say I invested a lot of time in projects and test shoots because I wanted to be nice. I did a lot of things for free or for cheap because people were my friends or didn't have a "budget". I want to help all my friends or anyone for that matter who are passionate about making it. But there comes a point where you need to draw the line and know your worth. I've paid my dues and built my portfolio. I love playing dress up, but I also love making money. So if you can't pay to play with me keep it moving...

* Burnout Velvet Kimono; I do not fuck with the masses, long lines, or hype. So when I got VIP passes to the Goodwill Glitter Sale private pre-sale I was so ecstatic. I got a blue fox fur vest, draped sequins cardigan, caged black sequins mini, and a 70's faux leopard jacket. However I did not get that beautiful burnout velvet kimono w/ the peacock pattern. Did I mention I'm obsessed with peacocks? It was only $50, and they sell for $200-$600 a pop online. Why didn't I get it?! I was too consumed with the furs and sparkles, that I overlooked the velvet. The one that got away. I can only hope this is how my ex's feel, but doubt it. Sigh.

The Greatest Resolutions for 2011

I don't really like the sound of "resolutions", but December 31st or not, I make resolutions formally known as to-do lists all the time. I'm a creature of organization, a lady of progress, and one who likes to create. Below are some things on my check list that will help "Osiris The Great" grow as a better fashion/ creative consultant.

1) Design Work; Thanks to my best friend Phil I am now operating on a Macbook. I'm still getting used to it, but it makes more sense if I want to take graphic design and art direction more seriously. I would like to make 1-2 creative digital projects a week. If not for work, just for fun. I want to keep the momentum going...

CMYK + Helvetica, some key elements in graphic design. I did this a couple years ago.

2) Photography; Pretty bummed I broke my Nikon D70 awhile ago, but working on getting a new camera. I'm by no means a "photographer", but I have an eye for things. Besides, I want to better document my life and all the fun I'm having. If I have a concept or an outfit I want to capture it would be nice to just shoot it myself rather than bothering someone.

Took this photo when I went to Puerto Rico back in 2007. I have always loved Volvos.

3) Online Shop; Still deciding whether I want to go with Ebay or Etsy, but I want to star selling some of my vintage pieces online again. I did pretty well through Ebay a couple years ago, but not sure how much it has changed since. I have so much stuff!

Cute vintage sweater I got for $1 and flipped for $82. Trying to get my e-commerce hustle back on track.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

I should probably be writing this letter to Jesus, but this letter is not to redeem me from my sins, but more so just a recap...a little FYI. It's no secret, that I have been a naughty child in 2010. Some call it the year of the Tiger, I call it the year of me reclaiming my inner animal...The Rat. Can I live? I didn't go to church not once. I drank way too much Jameson. Not to mention I was in the middle of not one, but two love triangles. I broke a bunch of shit. My window screen, some wine glasses, my celibacy vow, a couple of hearts, and someones nose. I did a lot of questionable things that I'm not proud of, but also not ashamed of. I don't really have a wish list, more so special requests also known as prayers? Like I said I should probably sending this memo to Young Jeez, but maybe you can relay the message. All I want for Christmas is everything I already have and a bag of chips. I want to feel this happiness I feel for years to come. I want to stay motivated and open. If my wardrobe continues to grow, I won't complain. I want to keep meeting amazing and creative people. I want to keep cooking for my friends 2-5 times a week. And I would love for my family to keep encouraging me in all of my endeavors. In a nutshell I want to keep having excessive amounts of fun with the people that matter to me most, while keeping busy, while moving forward. Is that too much to ask. Thanks for listening. Send my love to the reindeer, elves, and yo wifey too.

The Warmest of All Regards,
Osiris The Great




My dog Lola on her first Christmas!

Happy Hallows Eve!

To those who know me, know that I take Halloween very seriously. Whenever there is an excuse to dress up I take advantage of it. It must have something to do with the fact that I'm a wardrobe stylist. I never repeat a costume, and I try my best to make my costumes/ coordinate it myself, rather than getting a pre-made one in a bag. This year I had 4 costumes altogether. Butterfly on Thursday, Raggedy Anne on Friday, a Fafi on Saturday, and tonight I'm Bunnicula! I also styled a few people from Chaka Khan, Cleopatra, Pochahontas, a Candy Striper, to name a few. It was a busy year. Will post pics soon, but for now enjoy some of my favorite alter egos from the past. xo


The good, the bad, and the ugly. Halloween 2005!

Sometimes you just got to dress up as a stereotype. Shrugs.

Fortune teller or something like it.

She Hulk and Poison Ivy- Heroes vs. Villains

Lucky 67 Vegas theme party

Portfolio Updates and Real Time Updates

In other news...I'm trying to spend more time at this place I call home. This place where I pay rent. I don't really give myself the opportunity to feel lonely. And when I do, I just try to stay busy/ productive. Thinking of setting up a desk/ office area in my wardrobe room. Thinking about making it official and getting an LLC. Thinking of other "services" to offer. Thinking of a million ways to hustle harder so I can buy that Birkin handbag and a gold watch. I know, I know...money and material things aren't everything, but it would be a nice reminder to know I'm not doing all of this shit in vain. Sometime between now and when I make my first million...I updated my portfolio. Check it out HERE.

Ball of Chaos and A Broadcast of Natural Order

"A wellspring of raw feelings, she wears her heart on her sleeve, needing to express her emotions even when others might consider it unwise to do so. More than any other female, she is committed by her sentiments..."

Went to a dinner the other night. I was the youngest one there, minus the offspring of one of the hosts. One of the topics of discussion: astrology. Someone brought the book "Sextrology: Astrology of Sex and the Sexes" to the table. I don't take everything into heart, but when I read about the Cancer woman a lot of it was on point. To sum me up; both a homemaker and party girl. Seemingly a train wreck, but actually pretty stable. I'm domestic and destructive. I think I agree with all of the above.


You get this many chances, but I'll make you believe you get none.

Cancer women; Frida Kahlo. Carly Simon. Linda Ronstandt. Janet Leigh.

Bathroom floors. Backseats. Actually, a bed will do.

Shalom Harlow. A classic.

Bedtime stories. I read enough legal books in college that now I just want to look at pretty things.

Apartment 203. The wildest of the bunch. Lobby plant destroyer.

Abbey Lee Kershaw. What a dime.

Inventory. Sales reports. This fashion aint all about looking good. Got to get these numbers right.

Once upon a time I was blond and smarter. Now I have bad hair days almost everyday and let my heart do all the talking. Get it together.

Giving pants a chance. And flats too. Opening Ceremony. Thinking about it.

One of my greatest best friends. He laughs when I puke, he might even take footage of it.

Pine Street. I hate it now, but will love it when I'm gone.

Six Nine Teen. Art and shit. Walks and shit. Fire hazards and no wine.

Ivy League. Natalie Portman. Beauty and brains.

There is no other remedy than a pair of fabulous shoes. These shoes were made for disco and dancing. Thanks Naomi B. for the lovely care package.

Tim Gunn said it best, "make it work".

How I'm Really Living: My Residence

Every now and then I have people inquire on how my place looks like. Because I have everything in almost excess people assume I'm a hoarder. Correction...I'm a collector, not a hoarder. After years of treasure hunting and being completely obsessed with fashion I've gotten better on knowing the actual value of a piece, rather than focusing on its sentiment. Anyway, below are some mobile pictures of my apartment. And yes...I'm usually this clean, unless it goes down in my kitchen. Which is why I didn't post any of those photos. Enjoy!


Most of my furniture is from estate sales, Ebay, Craig's List. And gotta have Marimekko sheets.

This is technically my one bedroom, but I turned it into a closet. It's pretty amazing. Mind you I already have a walk in closet, and 2 other closets in this apartment.

Yup.

Goodbye Summer: Worst Fashion Blogger Ever!

Officially the worst fashion blogger ever. I should at least try to blog twice a week, but to be quite frank "fashion" hasn't really been that exciting to me. I haven't kept up with any of the NYFW events or fashion shows, and I haven't logged into Style.com and Refinery 29 for quite some time. As a stylist I should really be on top of that stuff. Oh well. I'm not too worried about losing my credibility or fashion sense. Sometimes its better to figure trends out of your own, instead of seeing what all the designers are doing, what all the fashionistas or what the celebs are wearing. Who cares. I guess I care, just not that much...right now.

A lot of gold. A lot of black.

Live your life like a Fellini movie. Trust me, it makes everything better.

My city.

New line by Anzevino & Florence

Wore thigh high socks the other day.

Need these in my life.

The Greatest: Version 2.0

It's not that I don't have material to blog about, I've just been too engaged in one of two things...work and play. Everything in between just doesn't seem relevant. Anyway, to update you all on what's been going on in my life. I was in limbo for awhile whether or not I should stay in Seattle or move back to Los Angeles...shit maybe even New York. I even considered Philadelphia, Atlanta, and a few other random cities. But I've been blessed with so many amazing opportunities here at "home" that it would be foolish if I left when things started to pick up.

In the past couple of months I've moved into a new apartment (my first time ever living alone, no roomie, no significant other, no siblings), I started a new job, picked up more freelance styling gigs, started partying more, and finally felt the effects of being "busy".

I moved into a new apartment in the epicenter of Seattle. Just a couple of blocks from Pike Place Market. Ever since I settled into my new place I've been discovering new things about this city. At my current job I am in charge of the online fashion marketing/ branding. I'm in the process of launching a clothing line, and though it's far from glamorous I've been given complete creative freedom to direct the brand. Aside from my day job I work closely with an agency that's been so great about referring me to freelance styling work. Overall I'm keeping busy in the fashion side of things.

But my days and nights aren't all fashion motivated. I'm reconnecting with old friends, making new friends. Setting up creative projects, partying, and all of that. I guess this is what many might refer to as "the good life". Laughter is inevitable these days and fun is a prerequisite in anything I do.

I guess that pretty much sums up the past couple of months. I know I've been so inconsistent with updating this blog, but I do hope my readers/ followers are still tuning in.

Design 101: Vintage Posters

When I have designer's block I find inspiration in the past.

Spring Forward: If There Were More Hours in a Day

I haven't had much time to blog lately, but thought I'd share some Spring fashion photos that are occupying space in my inspiration file. I'm a little overwhelmed with work, my freelance projects, all the while trying to be a good daughter, sister, girlfriend, all in one breath. I'm exhausted. I used to be very social...and I guess I still am, but I find myself "networking" rather than socializing. I'm a little lost for words these days, but hope the following images will do all the talking...


Photo by Brianne Wills of Portland, Oregon


Photo by Chrissie White


Photo by Que Dong representing New Orleans


Photo by Caitlin Bellah