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Angela Kim OM Aroma

It was five years ago that concert pianist Angela Jia Kim found herself about to walk on stage with achingly red and annoyingly itchy hives. After putting on what she thought was “natural lotion” from a brand everyone is aware of and uses on a regular basis, Kim performed on stage literally grinning and baring it.
“After the concert this lady comes up to me and says that I looked as red as my gown,” said Kim. “So, I looked at the ingredients when I got back to the hotel room. At the time the names were all Chinese to me with all these chemical names and technical terms. I was really surprised to see that the first ingredient was water. The fifth ingredient (out of 55) was a preservative that releases formaldehyde.”
Kim explained that two members of her family has or had a form of cancer so she decided to immediately clean up her act and become proactive in carefully analyzing everything that came in contact with her body – inside and out.
“I wanted to find an organic beauty regimen and I couldn’t find anything luxurious and organic,” explained Kim. “I just started to make products for myself in my kitchen. It was a hobby that I had no intention of taking anywhere. I’m a pianist so I’m very disciplined. I made the creams a thousand times before I was happy. I gave it to friends as gifts. Friends were buying it and giving it to their friends. Then strangers are using this so I thought I better send this to a cosmetic chemist to test it and make sure it’s OK. They were surprised to see I did it myself.”
After having her husband Marc play “guinea pig” for a few test runs in their kitchen, Kim received the seal of approval. OM Aroma & Co. or the “sexy green” launched a little over a year ago focusing on taking the natural approach to beauty as one would to eating. In the last year Kim has taken the beauty industry by storm with OM Aroma & Co. To sweeten the aroma, her company won a national award, beating out the brand that gave her hives in the first place.
“I’m much more concerned about my organic beauty regimen,” explained Kim. “So that I think when you use quality people sense it, you know? There are no fillers in the formulas. I want the best for my own skin so I want that to translate to other men and women. When you sense integrity everyone else does, too. If you want it there’s a good chance others want it, too.”
A quote from Kim – “Live life beautifully inside and out” – as well as a sample of Kim’s music greets consumers on her company’s website. Her belief is that to create a “skin care company with soul” you have to believe that beauty truly does come from the inside and expresses itself out.
“I think it’s really important to be empowered and educated,” said Kim. “We read the ingredients on our labels like we do when we buy food. We will not have the cosmetics companies pull the wool over our eyes. You really need to know what you’re getting yourself into. I like to take it further and explain why we use what we use and what the purpose is behind it. I feel very passionately that women know what the ingredients are so that they are empowered when putting it on their bodies. My company grew out of integrity and ethics, a company that digs deep. That’s what’s been missing in the beauty world.”

Community Responsibility
Kim lost her father when she was 13-years-old leaving everything up to her mom. Being raised by a single mother taught Kim the importance of integrity. The packaging of OM’s products is done in conjunction with the Dollars & Sense Program that helps people, especially women, transitioning into the workforce after being absent for an extended period of time. Many mothers take time off to raise their children and need the help getting back into the groove of full-time employment.
“My mom had to raise her kids on her own,” said Kim. “She couldn’t find a job with an employer who was sympathetic to the fact that she had three young children.” Kim’s company is committed to helping mothers get back in the workforce.
Her other project, Savor for Success, is a boutique social networking site for female entrepreneurs. There are “Six Degrees of Separation Events” that are sponsored by the website focusing on networking, learning, connecting, building, and abundance together. The online network allows women, some being entrepreneurs, to connect with everyone from within the States to Europe.
“It’s really difficult for women to go from the launch phase to actually breaking events for new entrepreneurs,” said Kim. “I can relate to that. I needed a place to go where I could learn how to build my brand. This is my way of giving back.”

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Photos thanks to Inna Shamis at AvantGarde Communications Group.



like so many in other corners of the world, I’m still grieving. after crying myself asleep and staying up until 3 a.m. Thursday night watching Michael Jackson videos, excitedly reliving my childhood and soaking my laptop with tears, I’m reliving memories that use MJ’s songs and videos as the soundtrack. the openly lit stage and Michael’s gleaming smile are giving my old dreams new light.


I vividly remember always being undeniably, childishly jealous of most of the women in any one of MJ’s videos. yes, they were beautiful and always graceful, but it had nothing to do with their looks or attitude. it all had to do with the man that fawned, flattered, and danced specifically and unapologetically for them. they grabbed his full attention. the King of Pop. the shining star of the Jackson 5. the man who invented his very own genre of dance. the man who made headlines whether he had an album out or not. the ultimate style icon. a living legend. they entranced him and I always wanted to be “that girl.”


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in 2001 Britney Spears was “that girl.” I couldn’t stand her or her music, but for a moment I wanted to be her strutting across the stage in that mini green sequined dress as Michael tiptoed after her to my all-time favorite song of his, “The Way You Make Me Feel.” I was a senior in high school and could only hope that someday a guy like that would run and fall for me the way Michael did in that song. needless to say, I wore a lot of green and made my hair blonder after that performance for his 30th Anniversary Celebration. since age 18 I’ve never forgotten how Michael made me feel when I bought my first pair of pumps.

but that wasn’t the beginning of my jealousy. Iman planted a big ol’ smooch on him in “Do You Remember The Time.” when the wind hit his white button up just right I swooned. I never saw anyone move like that. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed with my remote in hand turning the volume up and down as my parents’ yelled at me from downstairs. like Macaulay Culkin, I never listened. I even let my jealous streak extend to Culkin – a little boy! a kid my age who got to hang out with the King of Pop? how could I make that happen?! this proved to be one of my most infamous childhood dilemmas.



when he comforted his date in “Thriller” I imagined it was me he had his arm around. he was so unbelievably cute then that I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mouth whenever he smiled. I was smitten when his sister Janet came on the scene with Rhythm Nation that when they teamed up together to record “Scream” I replayed the song so many times that my tape wore out. watching the two siblings mess with each other playing video games was amazing. I rocked Janet’s bob and attempted thick black eyeliner shortly after that. the coupling was just too good to resist. then this gorgeous Bollywood-esque dancer came along and broke it down in a dark street with Michael in “Black Or White” at a time when I thought he looked his best since his “Thriller” days. I always empathized with him in regards to hating his nose because mine is a bit crooked. but he looked so good in his “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin” video that I still can’t totally get why he not only went to the plastic surgeon once, but countless times after that.



when “Bad” came out I was dying to buy the record and a black leather coat but my mom frowned and said that despite her own love for Michael I was too young to watch an older man grab his crotch like that. she said she didn’t understand why he did it. sure it’s understandable now that I look back on it, but at the time I felt so cheated. of course she didn’t get it. Moms weren’t supposed to.



she wouldn’t let me buy Dangerous either. that album artwork with his one tight curl capturing the center frame of the record made me thirsty to sneak out and defy the powers that be. I remember sitting in my friend’s bedroom that summer gazing at it completely entranced. I always found something on that cover that I didn’t see before. I behaved, however, and vicariously broke it down to Michael at my best friend’s house instead.


“Rock With You” is my best friend’s favorite Michael song. she could sing like him and keep up with the beat better than anyone I knew. high school was brutal for the both of us as her brother and some of his friends jokingly called her the “female Michael Jackson.” apparently that was supposed to be an insult as Michael continuously gave in to his plastic surgery demons. but that insult was lost on us. as far as we were concerned anything associating us with such an amazing icon was a form of flattery. as recently as two years ago, we were home for Thanksgiving and decided to have a Michael Jackson dance off. just like old times.

but it wasn’t always so easy loving a legend like Michael Jackson. I’ve been upset with myself since his passing last week when I think about all the times I doubted the star. soon after his 2001 performance and in 2003 when he was accused a second time of child molestation, I found it really hard to be there to defend him. even loyal followers like myself scorned and scowled at the sight of him. my gut wretches just thinking about how cruel I was. while I fiercely defended him the first go-around, chalking up the allegations against him as people just wanting to feed off of him like they did with Elvis Presley and my other icon, Marilyn Monroe. bottom feeders, I remember muttering viciously. but not the second time. he shared a bed with boys and thought nothing of it. what’s wrong with you? wake up!! I wanted to scream. I needed to know why. even now I still need to believe he never harmed any of them and merely wanted the warmth of a family, a love he always lacked in his own upbringing thanks to his father. but a large part of me still wavered and still does. could the King of Pop, one of my all-time favorite people in the world ever be capable of doing such harm to a kid? even as a father to his own three children? having a little brother made me infuriated at him. I was so upset I remember moving my MJ cassettes and CDs to the bottom of the pile next to my stereo in protest. I muted his videos on MTV, an act that made pushing the mute button more painful than going to gym class. but despite my anger and frustration, I always held a soft spot for my MJ.


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Michael had a well-known Peter Pan complex, but was also our very own modern day Benjamin Button. at age 5 he moved and sounded like an adult, scoffing at any thought of a gawky stage as he Moonwalked gracefully across any stage and into our hearts. but at 40 years old he showed signs of a small boy trapped in a man’s body, what with using his backyard as his personal merry-go-round. he was a sensitive man who had a ton of mental issues – and who could blame him. he was misunderstood, mistreated, and unequipped to deal with life. he exiled himself. he was once quoted as saying that if it was acceptable for him to sleep on the stage then he would have because that’s where he felt the most comfortable. I’m not excusing any behavior he may or may not have done, but to be fair Michael lived a life that never included the real world. his concept of right and wrong never jived with normalcy – not because he didn’t want it to but because he never knew any better. to this day I protest and stand firm in my belief that his personal choices never influenced his music. he quieted his nightmares to the tune of his voice, the swagger in his step. while I didn’t always support him as much as I wanted to, I stayed an ultimate fan of his music, his footprint.



now that Michael Jackson is officially gone – I’m still inept at using the “d” word – I wish I had spoken up more in his defense. sure it’s probably a moot point because one can always do more. while I was usually one of few to ever defend him and try to decipher his side of the story, I could have done more to honor his music. I openly laughed as comedians made fun of his Neverland and dwindling nose. I doubted his comeback ability as recently as a few months ago when he declared he was going to perform in London “one last time.” I gulp thinking of how I laughed at his expense knowing that I never truly meant it. as with all classic tragedies, Michael is celebrated more in death than when he was with us. the 70s, 80s and 90s were good to him, but once 2000 came change polluted the air. we turned our backs on Michael when he needed us the most.


I wish I stood by him more, but my heart will always remain his. I never stopped buying his records. I sang the loudest when his songs came on the radio. I proudly thrust my hips and kicked my legs to honor his moves. I studied his facial expressions and fierce outfits. I replayed his CDs more times than I can count. I quietly daydreamed of performing with him on stage to “The Way You Make Me Feel.” and on the eve of his passing, I blared his music in my car so loud that it drowned out my drooling sobs. I immediately thought of his children, his family, and his fans. MJ reminded me that boys will be boys. men can change. people are as accepting as they are cruel. the world needs healing. and anything is possible if you just try. Michael Jackson always stuck with me. I wish I did more of the same for him.

I no longer mourn but promise to continue celebrating you. forever you remain my number one. the world is quiet without you, MJ.





as a child of 80s and 90s music and pop culture, I’m beyond devastated by the sudden loss of the King of Pop Michael Jackson. I’m not going into the medical details of this loss because that’s what the Associated Press is for. I want to celebrate his artistic accomplishments, his outrageous worldwide stage presence, and the way he made all of us feel. his music was the soundtrack for my generation. so many of MJ’s songs played as the backdrop to numerous childhood, teenage, and college memories that I simply lose track. to the many nights spent trying to moonwalk with my best friend to “Beat It”; to karaoking “Man In The Mirror”; to watching my mom sing “ABC” using a wooden spoon as her mic; to the many hours I sat until my ass was sore watching his music videos when there was such a thing as music television; it’s all thanks to you, Michael Jackson. thank you for helping me remember the most energetic, magical periods of my past. you are forever “Invincible.”


Videos thanks to The Official Michael Jackson YouTube Channel


God made man stronger but not necessarily more intelligent. He gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I’ve ever met. – Farrah Fawcett

Farrah Fawcett passed away at age 62 today from a three year battle with anal cancer. Remembered for her magnetic smile and natural beauty, Farrah redefined how women embrace their sexuality. Her long-time on-again-off-again partner Ryan O’Neal proposed to her just days before her death. Funny how the universe works. I hope she rests peacefully now.

By BOB THOMAS, Associated Press Writer Bob Thomas, Associated Press Writer 2 mins ago

LOS ANGELES – Farrah Fawcett, whose luxurious tresses and blinding smile helped redefine sex appeal in the 1970s as one of TV’s “Charlie’s Angels,” died Thursday after battling cancer. She was 62.

The pop icon, who in the 1980s set aside the fantasy girl image to tackle serious roles, died Thursday shortly before 9:30 a.m. PDT in a Santa Monica hospital, spokesman Paul Bloch said.

She burst on the scene in 1976 as one-third of the crime-fighting trio in TV’s “Charlie’s Angels.” A poster of her in a clingy swimsuit sold in the millions.

She left the show after one season but had a flop on the big screen with “Somebody Killed Her Husband.” She turned to more serious roles in the 1980s and 1990s, winning praise playing an abused wife in “The Burning Bed.”

She had been diagnosed with anal cancer in 2006. As she underwent treatment, she enlisted the help of actor Ryan O’Neal, who had been her longtime companion and was the father of her son, Redmond, born in 1985.

This month, O’Neal said he asked Fawcett to marry him and she agreed. They would wed “as soon as she can say yes,” he said.

Her struggle with painful treatments and dispiriting setbacks was recorded in the television documentary “Farrah’s Story.” Fawcett sought cures in Germany as well as the United States, battling the disease with iron determination even as her body weakened.

“Her big message to people is don’t give up, no matter what they say to you, keep fighting,” her friend Alana Stewart said. NBC estimated the May 15, 2009, broadcast drew nearly 9 million viewers.

In the documentary, Fawcett was seen shaving off most of her trademark locks before chemotherapy could claim them. Toward the end, she’s seen huddled in bed, barely responding to a visit from her son.

Fawcett, Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith comprised the original “Angels,” the sexy, police-trained trio of martial arts experts who took their assignments from a rich, mysterious boss named Charlie (John Forsythe, who was never seen on camera but whose distinctive voice was heard on speaker phone.)

The program debuted in September 1976, the height of what some critics derisively referred to as television’s “jiggle show” era, and it gave each of the actresses ample opportunity to show off their figures as they disguised themselves in bathing suits and as hookers and strippers to solve crimes.

Backed by a clever publicity campaign, Fawcett — then billed as Farrah Fawcett-Majors because of her marriage to “Six Million Dollar Man” star Lee Majors — quickly became the most popular Angel of all.

Her face helped sell T-shirts, lunch boxes, shampoo, wigs and even a novelty plumbing device called Farrah’s faucet. Her flowing blond hair, pearly white smile and trim, shapely body made her a favorite with male viewers in particular.

A poster of her in a dampened red swimsuit sold millions of copies and became a ubiquitous wall decoration in teenagers’ rooms.

Thus the public and the show’s producer, Spelling-Goldberg, were shocked when she announced after the series’ first season that she was leaving television’s No. 5-rated series to star in feature films. (Cheryl Ladd became the new “Angel” on the series.)

But the movies turned out to be a platform where Fawcett was never able to duplicate her TV success. Her first star vehicle, the comedy-mystery “Somebody Killed Her Husband,” flopped and Hollywood cynics cracked that it should have been titled “Somebody Killed Her Career.”

The actress had also been in line to star in “Foul Play” for Columbia Pictures. But the studio opted for Goldie Hawn instead. “Spelling-Goldberg warned all the studios that that they would be sued for damages if they employed me,” Fawcett told The Associated Press in 1979. “The studios wouldn’t touch me.”

She finally reached an agreement to appear in three episodes of “Charlie’s Angels” a season, an experience she called “painful.”

She returned to making movies, including the futuristic thriller “Logan’s Run,” the comedy-thriller “Sunburn” and the strange sci-fi tale “Saturn 3,” but none clicked with the public.

Fawcett fared better with television movies such as “Murder in Texas,” “Poor Little Rich Girl” and especially as an abused wife in 1984’s “The Burning Bed.” The last earned her an Emmy nomination and the long-denied admission from critics that she really could act.

As further proof of her acting credentials, Fawcett appeared off-Broadway in “Extremities” as a woman who is raped in her own home. She repeated the role in the 1986 film version.

Not content to continue playing victims, she switched type. She played a murderous mother in the 1989 true-crime story “Small Sacrifices” and a tough lawyer on the trail of a thief in 1992’s “Criminal Behavior.”

She also starred in biographies of Nazi-hunter Beate Klarsfeld and photographer Margaret Bourke-White.

“I felt that I was doing a disservice to ourselves by portraying only women as victims,” she commented in a 1992 interview.

In 1995, at age 50, Fawcett posed partly nude for Playboy magazine. The following year, she starred in a Playboy video, “All of Me,” in which she was equally unclothed while she sculpted and painted.

She told an interviewer she considered the experience “a renaissance,” adding, “I no longer feel … restrictions emotionally, artistically, creatively or in my everyday life. I don’t feel those borders anymore.”

Fawcett’s most unfortunate career moment may have been a 1997 appearance on David Letterman‘s show, when her disjointed, rambling answers led many to speculate that she was on drugs. She denied that, blaming her strange behavior on questionable advice from her mother to be playful and have a good time.

In September 2006, Fawcett, who at 59 still maintained a strict regimen of tennis and paddleball, began to feel strangely exhausted. She underwent two weeks of tests and was told the devastating news: She had anal cancer.

O’Neal, with whom she had a 17-year relationship, again became her constant companion, escorting her to the hospital for chemotherapy.

“She’s so strong,” the actor told a reporter. “I love her. I love her all over again.”

She struggled to maintain her privacy, but a UCLA Medical Center employee pleaded guilty in late 2008 to violating federal medical privacy law for commercial purposes for selling records of Fawcett and other celebrities to the National Enquirer.

“It’s much easier to go through something and deal with it without being under a microscope,” she told the Los Angeles Times in an interview in which she also revealed that she helped set up a sting that led to the hospital worker’s arrest.

Her decision to tell her own story through the NBC documentary was meant as an inspiration to others, friends said. The segments showing her cancer treatment, including a trip to Germany for procedures there, were originally shot for a personal, family record, they said. And although weak, she continued to show flashes of grit and good humor in the documentary.

“I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God, `It is seriously time for a miracle,'” she said at one point.

Born Feb. 2, 1947, in Corpus Christi, Texas, she was named Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett by her mother, who said she added the Farrah because it sounded good with Fawcett. She was less than a month old when she underwent surgery to remove a digestive tract tumor with which she was born.

After attending Roman Catholic grade school and W.B. Ray High School, Fawcett enrolled at the University of Texas at Austin. Fellow students voted her one of the 10 most beautiful people on the campus and her photos were eventually spotted by movie publicist David Mirisch, who suggested she pursue a film career. After overcoming her parents’ objections, she agreed.

Soon she was appearing in such TV shows as “That Girl,” “The Flying Nun,” “I Dream of Jeannie” and “The Partridge Family.”

Majors became both her boyfriend and her adviser on career matters, and they married in 1973. She dropped his last name from hers after they divorced in 1982.

By then she had already begun her long relationship with O’Neal. The couple never married. Both Redmond and Ryan O’Neal have grappled with drug and legal problems in recent years.

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I love Tim Burton. He is my all-time favorite director for his out-of-this-world take on, well, the world. From taking a Broadway play, comic, or famous children’s story and turning it into a trippy masterpiece full of intelligence, swagger and imagination beyond your worse nightmares, Burton takes you places. Needless to say, when I heard he was directing the new Alice in Wonderland, another favorite book of mine and teenage love, I was ecstatic – to say the least. Now, thanks to E! Online, USA Today and The Movie Insider, there are pictures of our Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp), Queen of Hearts (Helena Bonham Carter) and the White Queen (Anne Hathaway) as well as a virtual tour of Burton’s wonderland. The virtual tour is as crazy as the art so save the shrooms for this one.

Hathaway looks absolutely La Dolce Vita stunning with just a pinch of Orlando Bloom as Legolas. Blondes never go out of style! Carter has that crazed look in her eye as if Bozo meets Ursula meets Queen Elizabeth 1. and Depp…as gorgeous as you are, this is the most hippie deranged Elijah Wood I’ve ever seen. the makeup is just insane. :drool: I can’t even deal.

sit back. gasp. squeal. goosebumps. repeat.




and what kid can forget the terrifying (at least for me!) twins Tweedledee and Tweedledum (Matt Lucas)…


last but certainly not least, Alice played by newcomer Mia Wasikowska…


Photos thanks to E! Online and The Movie Insider


as with all good classics they never go out of style. a crisp Chanel suit. seductive red lipstick. power heels. pink blush.

as a universally flattering color, pink gives everyone that added pop of pigment to their everyday palate. there are a lot of pinks out there, but one I’m especially fond of, especially because it’s organic, is Organic Glam Blusher in Pink. apply liberally and skip the bronzer. you’ll look like Grandma just pinched your cheeks in the most loving way possible. and rest assured, Organic Glam is free from artificial preservatives and fragrances by only using mineral colors, herbal extracts and antioxidants. healthy skin without losing your glamour? priceless.


couple your sky high heels with happy hour atop a roof overlooking the most gorgeous city in the world, New York City. my favorite newsletter, Social Diva, recently sent out their hot list of the best rooftop bars to hit in Manhattan. all I can picture is short-shorts, martinis-a-plenty, and laughs all around.

Hudson Terrace: Sleek and sexy without tons of attitude, this slightly off-the-grid hotspot has some of the coolest views and hottest parties in Manhattan. Looking for a place for post-work cocktails? This place has a killer happy hour (two-for-one drinks from 5 to 7 pm). It’s a don’t miss, Diva.

230 5th Avenue: Put on your vintage Halston and get your Studio 54 on at this retro, lavish cocktail space. Enjoy unobstructed views of the New York skyline amidst palm trees, old-fashioned cocktails and hot financiers.

Hotel Gansevoort: High above the Meatpacking District, this poolside space is useful for its manhunt-worthy view above the streets. It’s a fantastic pre-game location before a night out in lower Manhattan.

Empire Hotel Rooftop: This sexy sky-high space near Lincoln Center is still a fabulous location with some of the best views of the city. With potent beverages and gorgeous men, this is a stiletto-worthy destination for discerning Divas on a girls’ night out.

THOR Penthouse: This swank new lounge and event space in the converted penthouse atop the Hotel on Rivington is the newest addition to the scene. Complete with hot tub and hotter guys, expect some pretty fabulous things to go down at this hotspot this summer.

A60 and Soho House: If you’re not a member of either of these private patios above Manhattan, take action and find out who is so you can enjoy the views, cocktails and sexy vibe. Diva insider tip: rent a room to gain entry to these ultra swank, members-only hotels. Staycation or VIP room – either way you’ll gain access to all things fabulous.


I may be a lil’ late on the gun/off the gun/late to start/whatever that expression is with this, but what is this guy’s deal?

Today, Mel Gibson’s new (and pregnant) girlfriend, a Russian-born pianist and composer named Oksana Grigorieva–heretofore famous mainly for being a past paramour of James Bond star Timothy Dalton–releases a new single entitled “Say My Name,” which features lyrics co-authored by none other than Mel Gibson.  – Stop The Presses!

what happened to you, Mel Gibson? you actin’ kind of shady, ain’t callin’ me baby, why the sudden change? how does one go from being an Academy Award winning director, People‘s sexiest man alive, the star of two popular and plentiful franchises, and even one of the most memorable religious Jesus-wannabes to yet another corny celeb lyricist?? here’s a lil’ musical snack to satisfy your obvious undying curiosity:

The future contrives to draw me in its wake/ I’m not afraid of leaving, if I know why and when/ I’ll have to walk a few more miles before you say my name again/ My name again.” – Stop The Presses!

for those of you truly inspired by the above lyrics have no fear. there’s a video now, too. obviously I’m all for laughing at celebs who try to mimick the greats, but to try and pull a Kate Bush/Sinead O’Connor/Cher in one fell swoop? seriously? the nerve! Cher wants her face back!

Grigorieva’s forthcoming album Beautiful Heartache Headache will hit stores soon. just don’t stay tuned to this blog to find out when. let’s hope he doesn’t pull a Destiny’s Child and try to incorporate another stooge into their group, i.e. their impending spawn. Mel bedazzled in denim? not a pretty picture, folks.

another native upstate NYer is hittin’ the big time thanks to eco-friendly fashion and beauty!

follow my good friend and favorite organic personality on her all-natural adventure making stops at the Green Room NYC to pick up gorgeous organic threads from cmarchuska (more on this fabulous fashionista line later!), TEICH for handbags, and new environmentally-friendly store AuH2O where CNN filmed footage of Mia and AuH2O owner Kate Goldwater. stay tuned to my blog for updates on Mia’s new blog site Verde Chic and her CNN footage. coming soon!


Mia’s cotton dress by Ryann and cork bag by Cork Design

here’s a taste of what organic living is like in the fast lane. for more on Mia’s adventures please visit her blog.

I received a message that I was scheduled for a photo shoot with photographer Linda Strobert the next night at her studio in West Orange, NJ!

I began to trip a lil. Nobody had even told me about Thursday night’s shoot… what was I going to wear?! I had a TEICH handbag as my accessory, but I couldn’t just show up naked with a handbag! Maybe PETA would approve, but I highly doubt my parents would. 😉  – Sexy Sustainable Style

“Are soulmates a reality, or a torture device?” – Carrie, Sex and the City

after reading this post I couldn’t help but wonder…why are young women so obsessed with finding “The One”? or is it really the culture we live in that’s projecting this obsession on to us? whatever happened to finding Mr. Fun-For-Right-Now?

Nearly 6.8 billion men and women roam the earth, and I’m really supposed to believe that there’s only one I’d want to spend the rest of my life with? Talk about pressure! If that’s the case, I better get moving, because that’s a lot of ground to cover. – Smitten

while I agree with most people when “The One” is brought up as this fairy tale concept, an utterly romantic notion that is so full of hope and promise that your heart comes through your eyes like a crazed cartoon character cruisin’ for a kiss. I get it. especially when it’s 2 a.m. and you’re watching Sleeping Beauty for the second time in a row…  :ahem: but when the lights are on and you’re waking up in a double bed consisting of only you and your cat, does that automatically mean that the only other person meant for you is waking up in a double bed of their very own with a different cat crosstown? seems so silly. and unrealistic. not to mention unhealthy.

I’m not going to act elitist and say that I haven’t ever believed in finding “The One” because I’ve been there. I dreamed of finding “The One” when I was still obsessed with She-Ra and riding my Cabbage Patch Big Wheels. I’ve been in that place thinking “this is it” with two different men. and I’m not even 30 yet. but let me ask you this: because I’ve had two great loves does that automatically mean my love life is over? am I totally broken and wasting my time on the next guy who really isn’t “The One”? have I used up my quota in love?

this is why I think we have several soulmates. strength in numbers. soulmates aren’t strictly romantic. soulmates are the loves you always want to be around. someone you have a deep connection with. a natural affinity for. friends who hold your hair, tissues, and heart. grandparents you call to boast of your new successes. siblings you treat like children of your own. I believe soulmates come in various forms – and not just because it makes me feel better about this fantasy concept, but because it’s true. I’ve been lucky enough to have many soulmates of both platonic and romantic circumstance in my life. and I’m sure I’ll have many, many more.  and I know Carrie Bradshaw would surely back me up on that.


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