I suffer from hypoglycemia which means that a missed meal or snack results in shaky hands, blurred vision and heart palpitations. A few weeks ago, I had an episode followed with all of the extreme symptoms. This time however the scenario was worst for it was eleven o’clock and I was stuck in Buckhead. My glucose tablets were not on me and of course I could have just stopped at a fast food place to order a meal, but my bag which contained my debit card, I had left at home earlier that morning. With the petty coins that were in my pocket, there was nothing I could do, but buy a Coke and hope that the sugary caffeinated drink would provide the boost that I needed and attempt the trek home.
Photography is so easy already and with the way these Canon and Nikon cameras are made now anybody that has the money can legitimately call themselves a photographer. It’s difficult to find authenticity in a medium that’s so, well, fake. If those photo posers are nightmares, Adrienne Raquel is a dream, a photographer’s dream. Her work oozes with the authenticity those other photographers fail at emulating. Instead of biting Terry Richardson and David LaChapelle, she is inspired, pushed even to achieve greater. Sexy, Strong, Brooding, the Houston based photographer’s work is breathtaking.
It seemed as if a majority of the stylists in Atlanta were giving me BET's "Rip the Runway" with Nelly singing "Tip Drill" as the thickest of video vixens walked the runway, when what I ordered was high fashion couture.
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Nicki Minaj is the pre-eminent female MC of Generation Now. She’s a massive attack on the senses; scorching eardrums with fire-breathing vocals, and blinding corneas with neon-shine vestments – and it’s all at once. She’s so pink you can taste it – a Blow Pop, scattered, chopped, and cooked up by a local street vendor on the Brooklyn block: pank; young culture’s saccharin-infused quarter water: Pank pop. Hype, hair, and hyperimmediacy with hood-pass in hand – she is the pop face of urban misses.
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