>>>>Jane Through The Seasons

It was drizzling when I set out to shoot; I kept thinking there was no way I would make it. I used the camera hood to prevent the rain from messing with my lens. By the time I was done, it was raining and snowing a little. I was surprised that not only was I successful but that I also had a lot of fun  in the cold and wet weather... Doku Headband — Mawusi Vintage Frames — Chigal Salosi Infinity Scarf  — Mawusi Kpakpa Wrist Warmers  — Mawusi Sweater — H&M Belt  — Mawusi Bracelet  — Mawusi Skirt — Gift Coat — Gift Bag — Daffy's Tights — Marshalls Converse — Marshalls

The Boy Died in My Alley by Gwendolyn Brooks To Running Boy The Boy died in my alley without my Having Known. Policeman said, next morning, "Apparently died Alone." "You heard a shot?" Policeman said. Shots I hear and Shots I hear. I never see the Dead. The Shot that killed him yes I heard as I heard the Thousand shots before; careening tinnily down the nights across my years and arteries. Policeman pounded on my door. "Who is it?" "POLICE!" Policeman yelled. "A Boy was dying in your alley. A Boy is dead, and in your alley. And have you known this Boy before?" I have known this Boy before. I have known this boy before, who ornaments my alley. I never saw his face at all. I never saw his futurefall. But I have known this Boy. I have always heard him deal with death. I have always heard the shout, the volley. I have closed my heart-ears late and early. And I have killed him ever. I joined the Wild

My theory is this: if you know how to, and do love yourself, you can love others easily. This sort of love requires self-awareness. It necessitates seeing yourself as you are, understanding your needs, and being able to distinguish between them and your desires and what others want of you and for you. Knowing your strengths, your weaknesses, and making room to improve by taking leaps out of your comfort zone. So for you, anything. But not from someone else, from you to you. And anything, is only that which is best. That which takes effort. The practice of self-love. Of course, you do not know, fully, who you are. But you have a good sense of what makes you, you. Perhaps, for you, rainy days are delightful; paradise is in bed with an exciting book; the dress you would go for is the yellow one, if everyone were not screaming at you to take the red one. Here is the thing, what you care for matters. You should take the yellow dress because even when you are dressing for another, you are

Elegy by Mong-Lan & what if hope crashes through the door what if that lasts a somersault? hope for serendipity even if a series of meals were all between us even if the aeons lined up out of order what are years if not measured by trees ---

Jane: Tell us a little bit about yourself ! Angie: Hello! My name is Angie and I love color! Developing POP Jewelry Studio has been quite a little journey. I started dabbling with beading when I was 12 and discovered working with my hands was my love. Over the years I found myself in various jewelry classes that led me to the Revere Academy in San Francisco. I went through a certificate program and became a metalsmith. Now what? I felt lost after this program and needed to regroup. I began to brainstorm branding ideas and came up with three important elements: color, versatility, and affordability. Once I discovered this, POP Jewelry Studio was born. J: What is your design/craft process? A: I am most inspired by color. This is the main design element in my process. Everything inspires color. It may be a smell, a feeling, a mood, etc. Once I have the inspiration the creating begins. Mixing colors is sometimes successful and sometimes not. To make the earrings really POP I d

Do not do it. What? Well if you really don't want to do something you shouldn't do it. I know it's not a perfect world and one has to work and eat and stuff. But one also has to respect one's feelings.  Chances are, when you are feeling strongly about not performing a task it is because you are not supposed to work on the task. Nevertheless, there are moments in life when you really have to do things you don't want to do.  Here's what I believe: everything has a price. Yes, even freebies. The question should always be is the price worth it?  If the answer is no, then I see no reason to torture myself. If the price is yes, then the torture must be endured. In which case I am grateful that as human beings we can go against our desires; though it is often not easy to do so. In such situation, I create a vivid imagination of the good that I hope the task will eventually produce then fixate my mind on it. With this mind frame I am able to get the work done with th

Yesternight was rainy but nice for a November evening. I had been home all day working on some shoots for Mawusi, then decided to stop by the Studio Museum in Harlem to see on the shelves of their gift shop the limited edition scarves they got from me; and to take in their new exhibition.  Though it took almost two hours to figure out what to wear, and another hour and a half to get there, I made it in plenty of time to see everything at my own pace––hey were opened till 9pm. Probably owing to the rain, there were less than ten visitors, including myself. I wanted to scream "hashtag win." And I did. Silently in my head. Strobert's Of This Day in Time  interested me most. I found her abstract paintings singular: exceptionally expressive, and wonderfully dramatic. Have a blast! -- Jane

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely [On the bus two women argue] by Claudia Rankine On the bus two women argue about whether Rudy Giuliani had to kneel before the Queen of England when he was knighted. One says she is sure he had to. They all had to, Sean Connery, John Gielgud, Mick Jagger. They all had to. The other one says that if Giuliani did they would have seen it on television. We would have seen him do it. I am telling you we would have seen it happen. When my stop arrives I am still considering Giuliani as nobility. It is difficult to separate him out from the extremes connected to the city over the years of his mayorship. Still, a day after the attack on the World Trade Center a reporter asked him to estimate the number of dead. His reply—More than we can bear—caused me to turn and look at him as if for the first time. It is true that we carry the idea of us along with us. And then there are three thousand of us dead and it is incomprehensible and ungraspable. Physically and emot

Through Twitter I met Akosua and learnt of her then on going project. Her excitement about her upcoming collection was infectious and I was curious to see her handcrafted designs. I was also very pleased with how she kept capturing and sharing wonderful images of the Northern Region of Ghana during her stay in the vicinity. From her instagram page I got snippets of Northern women meticulously hand weaving colorful hand dyed raffia into beautiful geometric shaped bags. I became the more eager to see her collection.  The wait is over and every second was worth it. I have always wanted a chic raffia bag (or a Temale bag, like we call them back in Ghana), and now I know where to go for a cool modern piece. Below are some of my favorites from AAKS SS15 collection. Find the rest on their website  www.aaksonline.com Happy shopping! Jane

Not too long ago I was arrogant in my belief that I would be fine without other people in my life. I was certain that I would be great, too. One of the things I love to brag about is my ability to make myself happy. I am very good at this.  Getting to the end of last year, I felt I was in too many "one way" relationships which were beginning to make me unhappy. These were relationships where I felt I was a friend to someone who was not there for me. For this reason, I would never think to call them if I needed help, and yet I hoped they would reach out to me if they needed someone. Did I need to be needed? I wasn't sure. How would it be if I went a year without these relationships? Would these people notice my absence in their lives? How will it impact my life? Will I be lonely? November recently arrived and December might come. My year long experiment is almost at its end. I spent more time with myself this year than I ever did in the past. The goal was to learn more

Happiiii Fly-dai mates! Don't you just want to hug a fresh crisp season like autumn?! Imagine having two seasons all your life:the dry season and the wet season. Then waking up one day to four which are not just rainy and not rainy. It wakes your excitement. Yes, so who does not love flowers? Not you I hope. Since they are going away in nature, I thought I had better wear them. To remind me that the moment is a minuscule season, and good memories ought to be recalled and merrily relived, when the present denies one of the actual. Have a blast! ^_^ Jane Hat — I made it. Dipoyo Flower (in hat) & Bracelets — I made them (Mawusi) Flowery Fabric Earring (Handmade by Cecilia in Spain) — Mimok Coat, Scarf, Dress, Tights — H&M (except the coat, they are all very, very old) Bag — Daffy's Tennis shoes — gift