jessica richardson

Ode to the greatest age of my generation, the era of the Super Model. (People let's face it Naomi, Kate, Christie, Linda and Cindy when Versaci was still here on planet earth.) O my Gawd, I only hope he was saved in Jesus name. But before I go off on a self-righteous Pentecostal Holy Ghost tangent - Truth be told, they were the holy grail of style, fashion and grace. The last two decades of the last century -a super-duper wet kiss from the heavens that can never ever happen again.

However, my reward for simply believing, if anything, O my Gawd! Shut up! It's Naomi (Campbell) Circa 1998. The premier essay with the proof to go with it and only the first track on the album coming soon, Blueprint of a Model Chick Runway to Redemption."

Coming soon, an entire original vintage collective; haute and on fire surreal moments of virtual stardom molting... would you believe under my bed in tubber ware storage containers? Talk about buried talent. You can read between the lines on that one.
In any event, I pray O my Gawd! Shut Up! It's Naomi Campbell! is a prevailing antidote to the blues when ever some one tries to block you.

After all, as a good friend posted once upon a time via my facebook stream,
"It's the memories that make us."
My spin... that shape us. To your inspired life. Now feast and enjoy.