INTERVIEW: Time Out New York x Vashtie x Most Stylish New Yorkers (Tear)

MUSE: Billie Holiday (Jazz Singer & Songwriter)

Miss Billie Holiday was born Eleanora Fagan on April 7, 1915 in Philadelphia PA. Her friend and musical partner Lester Young, nicknamed her “Lady Day”. Best known for her music influence on Jazz and Pop singing, Billie Holiday also co-wrote some of her songs. Some of her most recognizable hits are; “Lady Sings The Blues”, “God Bless The Child” and “Strange Fruit” (a protest song that addresses lynchings).

Holiday, like many great artists, led a hard life. Her mother had her at a young age and left Billie in the care of a half sister. Her mother was mostly absent from the first 10 years of her life, from which she suffered from. When she was 10 she went to live with her mother where she was raped by a neighbor at the age of 11. Her and her mother went to work for a Madam as prostitutes. After being arrested and a short stint in prison, her mother left her again for Harlem and this is when she discovered the  music of Louis Armstrong and Bessie Smith.

Billie started singing by the time she was 14. She eventually moved with her mother in Harlem where they both worked at a brothel, before it was raided. Eventually she started recording music and at the beginning of her career, she found herself in direct competition with Ella Fitzgerald. Holiday went on to record some iconic songs and was heralded by greats; including Frank Sinatra who stated that:

“With few exceptions, every major pop singer in the US during her generation has been touched in some way by her genius. It is Billie Holiday who was, and still remains, the greatest single musical influence on me.”


As her successes stacked, so did her addiction to drugs. By the time she was 44 she was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver and although she was advised to stop drinking and stopped for a moment, she continued to drink heavily. A month after being arrested in her New York hospital bed for possession of Narcotics, Billie Holiday passed away. The New York Times wrote:

Billie Holiday died in the Metropolitan Hospital, New York, on Friday, July 17, 1959, in the bed in which she had been arrested for illegal possession of narcotics a little more than a month before, as she lay mortally ill; in the room from which a police guard had been removed – by court order – only a few hours before her death, which, like her life, was disorderly and pitiful. She had been strikingly beautiful, but she was wasted physically to a small, grotesque caricature of herself. The worms of every kind of excess – drugs were only one – had eaten her … The likelihood exists that among the last thoughts of this cynical, sentimental, profane, generous and greatly talented woman of 44 was the belief that she was to be arraigned the following morning. She would have been, eventually, although possibly not that quickly. In any case, she removed herself finally from the jurisdiction of any court here below.

*Billie Holiday and her dog Mister

 


*Thanks to Reader Jill for this Suggestion!

INTERVIEW: Time Out New York x Vashtie x Most Stylish New Yorkers (2.8.11)

Yes! Finally I made it into TIME OUT NEW YORK’S MOST STYLISH NEW YORKERS ISSUE!!!

I look weird, but what can you do!

Read the FULL INTERVIEW here!

MIXTAPE: “Lemme Holla At You Real Quick” by Tigga Calore aka Mr. Freshness

This brings me back to the Summer of 3rd grade, to a certain night when I made some interesting discoveries. I can remember it clearly. The front door was ajar to alleviate the Summer heat in our apartment and my mother had braided my hair into plaits to keep my neck cool. This was the night when I first heard a style of wild music playing on our living room stereo and I found my brother dancing in strange patterns. I ran out to the hallway to catch a better glimpse. My brother (8 years my senior), annoyed by my young presence, stopped altogether. I asked him “what are you doing?” He replied with a bit of cool upper-handedness and a lot of side eye, “voguing”. Eventually he resumed the dance and I stood there, watching in fascination. I was dying to know what music he was playing, but knew I had to play it just as cool so not to irk him more than he already was. Later, he removed his tape from the deck and played another one. I grabbed the tape and saw it was a recorded cassette. When I read the name I giggled in confusion. “HOUSE MIX?!”. My tender age could not understand why it was called “House”, but I was thoroughly intrigued and excited by it all. I had loads of questions, but limited myself to one. “Where did you get this?”. Mid dance, he uttered with ultimate ease as if I already should have known before opening my fetal mouth, “The City”. Even at that age, I said to myself “Of course!”

Without further ado, the mix that sparked that time travel tangen – “Lemme Holla At You Real Quick” by Tigga Calore aka Mr. Freshness

RANDOM: Elle’s Contribution To Black History Month

“This is my contribution to Black History Month.

I’m taking a guitar to the Subway Platform and I’m going to sing that…”

-ELLE CLAY

 

NEWS: It’s Black History Month

June 15th, 1921 – Bessie Coleman,  becomes the first Woman of African American Descent and the first Person of African American Descent  to hold an International Pilot License (bong, bong!)

In honor of BLACK HISTORY MONTH, I’m only blogging about FOLKS for the entire month. I’m especially going to share the people who have influenced me personally, and hopefully they will end up inspiring you also.

If there’s someone or something specific you’d like me to cover, let your blogging sister know and add it in the comment section.

Piece out.

DISCUSS: Super Bowl XLVI x Giants Win x Madonna’s Halftime Show

I made Vladimir a custom Giant’s Shirt and he hated me for it (Taken with Instagram)

Last night I held a small soiree for the Superbowl. At some point ELLE made a comment, “Vashtie, you know nothing about sports”. She was right, but…I love, love, love New York. I was also wearing a vintage New York Giants Shirt and a super dope vintage Giants Painters Cap. I responded. “Shhh…they don’t know (looking over at the boys). I’m passing, girl”.

Look. I didn’t grow up with sports, which is where most people are exposed to it. My dad only had an interest in Wrestling and Boxing, which in hindsight is darkly comedic knowing our domestic abuse situation. My brother was gay and although that doesn’t mean he was wearing dresses, he was more into Sci-Fi and Clubbing which furthers my point that I had no sports exposure in my household. By the time I was a pre-teen, the only sports I was interested in was skateboarding and drawing. After that it was high school and we all know the stereotypes that the media has thrust upon us, art nerds and jocks don’t mix. I could go on to discuss other points like how I believed (and maybe still do) the culture of sports and the politics of religion mentally confine us, but that would be boring.

A few of my close friends now are a breed of sport-loving, high school jocks who also understand art. Never before have I had friends who have loved sports…I mean never. In high school some of my homegirls played basketball or soccer (I went to an all-girls high school), but we weren’t watching games or talking about players…we were sneaking into raves and hanging out in the park. I have no recollection of my guy friends being sports fans – they were more into flipping through issues of Transworld Skate Magazines, defacing city property, or watching X Games.

( L to R, Top to Bottom: Greg Kubie, Young Scoozle sipping on Patriots Blood, John-Paul Belle, Harry McNally, Victor Cruz & Sam)

With my new crew, I have been taking sports (well, New York Sports Teams) more seriously. The only reason I haven’t fully committed is because, despite displaying an even temper and calm demeanor, I have a hot head (Thanks Dad) when it comes to my attachments. With my temper I’d easily become a soccer hooligan flipping cars over after a loss or trash talking the opposite team any chance I got. This is why sports and I can only be friends. We can flirt – but that’s where it has to end.

Anyways –  I’m very excited about the GIANTS win last night (sorry PATRIOTS) and Madonna’s Halftime Show was murder! She’s 53!!! I’m saying though, she has more flexibility than most young girls I know. I was thoroughly entertained and loved every second.

What did you guys think about the show?

MUSE: Naomi Campbell (Super Model)

When my parents moved us 3 kids out of a 2 bedroom apartment and into a 3 bedroom apartment, it lessened the load of having 3 kids sharing one tiny room. I still felt bad for my sister who was 7 years older than me and sharing a bed with her bratty little sister. Part of the bonus (for me) was being smitten with how cool I thought my sister was and getting a close up view of her day to day. She, obviously, had seniority with decorating our room. That’s how’s I got familiar with this English Chinese-Jamaican Beauty. Her image (among posters of James Dean, Black Sheep, Cheap Trick and Neneh Cherry) covered me and my sisters shared bedroom, alongside other greats like; Christy Turlington, Cindy Crawford and Linda Evangelista. She was the rare chocolate center in sea of vanilla cupcakes, showing my young self that WE existed in somewhere in fashion and beauty. She was not the first, nor the last…but for me at that tender age, she was the only. Here’s looking at you Naomi!

Let’s not forget her hot cameo in one of my favorite films, “GIRL 6″ Directed by Spike Lee

THROWBACK: Madonna – “True Blue”

This was an interesting video and song from Madonna. It sort of didn’t fit her, but it still was a bomb song. Peep Deb Mazaar also in the video dancing backup.

VIDEO: My 4 Year Old God-Daughter Amaya Dancing

Watch her Grandfather show her some moves and looks what she busts out when he asks her if she has any moves to show him.

I can’t believe how big she’s getting. Feels like just yesterday I was in The Bay, getting her baby self dressed for her Christening.