Category Archives: Parlour Magazine Diary
Rockstar Personalit(ies)
I used to be a self absorbed, self destructive, sleep deprived hungover mess. I wore this emotional coat of arms with arrogant pride screaming sex, drugs and rock and roll at the top of my lungs in an effort to … Continue reading
Teamwork Makes the Dream Work
There is no worse feeling than looking a dear friend in the eye over dinner and knowing that you have to fire them. There is never a good time. You think ‘Maybe I’ll do it before the main course comes…’ … Continue reading
My Truth is My Power!
Something profound happened to me the other day. I realized that I was control. It was a powerful epiphany that knocked right me out of my Nike ID’s and flat on my back on NYC concrete. My single “Miss America” … Continue reading
Labor of Love
It is now 2.33 am on a Wednesday morning. I’ve been chatting off and on with homieloverfriendartistdude for the last four hours while he records masterpieces in whatever region of the world he’s in and I write (or at least … Continue reading
Alone in a Crowded Room
My closest friends will tell you… I frequently head-trip and what I’m tripping on lately has been being lonely vs. being alone. It seems as though I’m always surrounded by tons of people, but when I assess, the stark reality … Continue reading
Miss America – Signing Up for Stardom
I am 8-years-old and I attend Mon Repos RC School in San Fernando, Trinidad and Tobago. All eyes are on me. I have rehearsed with my friends Psyche and Melita for weeks… the words, the steps, the melodies, the song. … Continue reading