what yo’ name iz? adut akech, faretta ,
fran summers, halima aden, paloma elsesser, radhika nair,
selena forrest, vittoria ceretti, yoon young bae

the announcement that edward enninful would be seated as editor-in-chief of british vogue came november of last year. and now we see the black british editor-in-chief, the first and only black EIC in the condé nast universe, never had this been done before. he put black model, adwoa aboah on the december 2017 issue- the first of many that will be included in his portfolio as EIC. that first issue, showcased a nostalgic look at fashion covers of days of old. it was an homage to 60’s glamour- a unique creative choice for a a first glimpse. now, just five short months after his debut issue, we have this. in all it’s glory, this cover represents us today, and now. it’s a beautiful cover that bursts as a first of many firsts, and captures a multi-dimension of diversity the only way a true fashion cover can. ‘new frontiers’ reads the cover as some of the most dynamic fashion faces of todays modeling stratosphere stand with strength, together in unity. of varied skin tones, ethnic backgrounds and body measurements, this is a look at the future. i could not be more excited about what fashion has come to represent in our modern day redefinition as an industry. from beauty trends, to expansion of representation, there are many changes that have been in play and bubble below the surface for the last decade. much of that decade we’ve spent here, cataloging creative choices, noticing girls and noting aspects of growth. this cover represents that and drives that forward. from virgil at vuitton to edward creating new editorial environment on the global stage, there is much to discuss and it will be done here, as it has for many years. this cover is emblematic of the changes that we’ve craved for fashion. “representation matters” is a remark i’ve seen typed as a comment on a number of things i’ve shared across social media. and those matters are now seriously being dealt to us, the real wakened audience of creativity, thought and culture. i had to take a moment to catalog this great marker of visual change on the editorial front. a breakdown of each girl, in order of appearance on the may 2018 cover of british vogue, from left to right, is as follows:

vittoria ceretti is an italian model, who’s mother agency is elite milan. through elite’s ownership stake, this sees her represented by the society in new york. she’s walked the runway for just about everyone since her catwalk debut for dolce & gabbana. she is a fixture on the editorial and runway circuit as one of the games top 50. halima aden is represented by IMG worldwide and is unmistakably visible on the fashion scene as she’s garnered several bookings whilst still showcasing her somalian heritage. she is always photographed wearing her traditional jilbab. she walks all runways and shoots campaigns and editorials with her head covered and has significantly opened the market to muslim models everywhere. a true trailblazer. adut akech burst onto the scene as a global exclusive for yves saint laurent, and has been a tribute to the brands legendary love for black models. soon after her debut on the YSL runway, she landed the campaign and has kept up her momentum as one of the most promising faces in fashion. represented by the society, adut is a runway superstar. faretta is represented by elite worldwide, and the society in new york. she hails from croatia and is another fashion face staple, who is seen for all the top shows and can also be seen in the spring campaigns for both ralph lauren and salvatore ferragamo. paloma elsesser burst onto the scene as the new gorgeous plus size model at muse management back in the spring of 2016. she quickly began booking campaigns and interesting editorial features, and eventually became one of rihanna’s fenty girls. being a brown skinned model, and a plus sized model as well, paloma is of the new school faces who are bodying the game, and not letting size restrictions limit their success. radhika nair is an indian model who’s mother agent is storm in london, in new york she is represented by ford, where she debuted in the spring of 2016. when she landed a booking as global exclusive for balenciaga under the creative direction of demna gvasalia; she booked campaigns for net-a-porter, and continued to dominate on the runway, while being seen in the current chloe campaign; she was also cast for the pharrell for adidas campaign. this is her first vogue cover. congratulations, radhika. yoon young bae is another stunner from the society, true to form; she debuted for prada and booked the campaign. as those types of starts are often unavoidable success drivers, she hails from south korea and continues to break barriers for asian female models. fran summers is a british model, who’s mother agent is storm models, and got her also placed at ford in new york. after her runway debut in the spring runway season of 2017, she broke out when she walked for prada the following season in 2018. since then she’s booked campaigns for prada, can be seen alongside radhika in the current chloe campaign and is also cast for the current marc jacobs and zara campaigns. selena forrest is an american model, and quite possibly the biggest model face on this cover. represented by NEXT models in new york, her debut season seen her booking six campaigns, with no stops every season thereafter. she’s the most in-demand model in the game and walks each season for everyone from chanel to saçai. since her debut in new york for proenza schouler. those not familiar with fashion may recognize her from the fenty ad campaign which showcased her as one of their main faces on all platforms. this cover is evidence that is dreams do come true.

read notes about this cover and why each girl
was selected by edward enninful for this cover



i liken this moment in time to when barack obama took the white house. white being the operative word; the leaps and bounds that black talent has risen through persistent work and re-working of rules in order to break them have been an area of focus for me in this space. looking at ways, that we- people of color, are not represented and thinking of the ways we should be represented. what virgil has done, creatively; whether his work in the music industry, breaking barriers through components of musical media, to his DJ’ing. there are so many aspects of his creativity that bleed into other elements and accentuate his true being as an artist. he’s a cultural arbiter, a true taste maker- of the street. intellectual, subliminal, from the root and foundation of the structure- virgil abloh will has saved fashion. in an era where things are washed out, everything is overpublicized- exists abloh in the crux of the beat; in the eye of the storm. from his early days with PYREX vision, to even the others that are a part of his creative collective- these young black men are what the future of fashion not only will be, they are representation of where it has been and what it is today, most vividly present in a way that can only secure the future through design. before the collections walk the runways at vuitton, and after the news has become announced and everyone has heard- i had to take a moment to share, in this space, what this appointment of virgil, as creative director at louis vuitton not only means to me, but what it means for us.

dehonney and i attended a nike party, for then nike collaborator ASAP bari, in NYC, back in 2016. the line stretched down the block, and when we got in; we were right in the VIP section; which was more like an elevated bleachered, platform space. not far from this area was the DJ booth, and virgil was spinning at the party. i observed him from the sideline, not wanting to disrupt the moment with the nuisance of asking for a photo. i seen others asking and even aiming their phone in his direction, with him motioning to them, “no pictures”. he was in his phone, and was calm and focused, even amidst the hype of the party- one of the most sought after that evening, being fashion week. for a long while, i had tried to get in touch; but never got a response. even after my infamous kanye tweet, sending emails seen no response. which wasn’t surprising, but still my attempt was definition worth the shot. at that time, there were so many things bubbling under the surface. his loss of the LVMH prize, which i was almost certain he would win. there was the denial of the givenchy creative director spot; which would have been perfect for him as well. but no opportunity is as meaningful or important as his vuitton appointment. i think the world of fashion truly has not seen the greatness of virgil. we have long looked at him as a hero and true genius; and this appointment is only further solidification of that. all that we have known, and celebrated, the rest of the world will see. his play with words, images, sounds and structure- through deconstruction and architecture- all of these elements that work against and in contrast with each other, through his work. i struggle to find the words to say, to express how important this moment in time means for all of us.

let the future live today, as we enjoy the vision that we’ve already been a part of. let the black american roots bleed into the european fashion universe and release all that has been trapped, held back and kept invisible. let the blurred lines become defined, while the new revises what has been known for what will be demonstrated through clothes shown. this, by design, is the work of god- and just the moment that i, you as the reader, and all the creatives that we’ve spoke of and with in this space have all been working toward. virgil is the first and quite possibly the greatest to do it, and with him leading our future is now brighter than ever. through him, for us all, it is all possible.

congratulations to louis vuitton
on acquiring the talent of virgil abloh
to virgil, we thank you.


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in the same vein of dedication exists a girl, named dehonney. a valiant beauty of enduring presence. the summer of 2016, i found myself at a turning point, deciding to change the course of what i thought would come to be for me, in new york city. in fortitude, i called her and encouraged her to leave where i felt she wasn’t supported, knowing what i knew from the industry from the inner lining up to that point. in pure support, with no ill intent to damage or seek retaliatory reckon for what happened to me; i offered to help coordinate meetings. in agreement, it was underway.

we took meetings we didn’t think possible, reaching the summit of the industry; we sat nervously together. waiting on responses, we remained united. it was after that first meeting, on the subway and in the corners of my big white walled room that she said, “why don’t you become my mother agent”. i gasped immediately, at my own inexperience, citing that i couldn’t possibly take it on. but it was then, i knew, a call of destiny. a pathway that was seemingly lit for me, and she lead me to it. it was seamless. the opportunity presented itself and the chemistry, the camaraderie was completely organic. when i first met her, it was almost like she was part of my family already. and with that agreement, we decided to go the journey together. to strategize and rebuild what had been damaged in the process, prior. the summer soon fell into fall, and the winds of change blew my way. at high speeds, those changes could not be predicted. i found myself nervously getting to JFK, 24hrs before my flight with the sense of dizzying emotion. when i called to tell her, she encouraged me, saying, “no, family is first- that is more important”. and as fall fell to winter’s cold- my grandmother passed away as our entire family knelt at her bedside. in a blur of what i cannot recollect; i was back in NYC. somewhere amidst the blur, i then lost my grandfather. riding the same blur in my return to the east coast, i continued our plan for dehonney to join me in new york city. where we would reside together. elements fell into place, and our journey’s beginning came together beautifully. in my hopes of recovery and mourning, i was able to take on the city with an aerial view and renewed sense of promise. as creatives, we blended ideas, and grew together. it was decided in january of 2017, that we would launch a mother agency named after my grandmother. and we did, which was also announced here. beyond perfect measurements or photographic presence is heart. and this would not be a space of model-esque beauty, without mention of dehonney and the ways she has allowed my vision to be perfected at such early stages. she is the perfect representation of what my grandmother would see as poised, and promised.

and with that promise, we’ve rebuilt, regenerated our strengths together as individuals and as a team. as we look onward to expansion and bringing on other faces- dehonney is now and will forever be, the first girl. the face of LITA, in it’s embodiment of love inspired through adversity. through inspiration of unity, dehonney came together to power through this adversity that we both experience from opposite but intersecting dimensions. understanding the unpredictable nature of industry; let there be no more doubt of what is possible today. for a young, brown skinned beautiful young woman- the world is not ready. and our mission has guided us powerfully, together. i am proud to represent dehonney, as mother agent- and with no lacking form of sentiment, let that be heard, remembered and understood. to represent, to embody- to become. in growth and in possession of such grand awareness to allow beauty to shine from within, that is who dehonney is and greatness is what is destined for her. let the confidence of my information now inform you- that the future is here. and her name is dehonney.

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never has a complexity to cope rendered such beauty as this. and as a concept, that beauty transcended and bled into my life and off the screen, in ways that i never dreamed manifestation would ever even allow possible. a decade ago, i sat in my loft apartment, with nothing but time and a sense of desperation to cope. to cope with the longing sense of belonging, to my then boyfriend, and ex-fiancé. measured to a standard that was so far past perfection it seemed impossible to reach. challenged in ways, emotionally barred and held captive to a commitment that served none, but one. and as he spent his nights away, drug induced; leaving my line tied with unanswered calls, vague text message and fragmented fears of loss that was all but avoidable.

and so every time i missed him, i wrote. in this space, i filled empty promises with information, and lonely days that turned to lonely weeks and weekends that felt that they would never end. i did that in this space. an outlet towards the inward, this space filled with information due to lack of communication, and what made me feel less than transformed into what was realized as my being better than. taking shape and strengthening in that form, was you. and with you, we grew together. and invisibility became a light. so we grew, and learned here. we learned of process- of casting, campaigns, themes and culture. culture thrived in spaces where our light was seemingly dimmed. and on the glossy pages of all the fashion magazines that we thumbed through, digitally, in this space- the editorial textures of girls of industry standard- those things blurred the blemishes of my everyday reality.

the reality of new york city seemed distant, though it happened. that guy, that old boyfriend, that expired fiancé- he never wanted me to go to new york. but i did. but only following a six year period of visit, reflect, deflect and reject. the process was liberation and in that liberation, there was new love. never fleeing without challenge or the tug and pull of loss and light, love and linger- there i was, still in this space, each step of the way. what i wrote seemed to become reality. and as chopped as i configured the context, someone always read through it. a boy avoiding moments of missing his emotionally unavailable boyfriend, turned to glittering lights on a world stage in the number one market in the world. and so it is, my greatest dedication was not for the unavail of my then, wrongly regarded, love. my greatest dedication was not to fashion, nor the models- but it was to myself. and in that came triumph. the beauty that i defined in others was only allowable by the ways i was able to identify the same in myself. for without the root, there could be no tree- intended examples to demonstrate growth. and you, my reader, the one who continued to read and to understand the message- you’ve acted as the water while i was the sun. because the sun can overpower, and burn- it can kill, but it can grow. and my dedication of self, today, is a gesture of true gratitude.

gratuitously, your generosity to me has guided me lovingly and back to the light. creatively recognized, and crowned, in subtle yet powerful ways. your silence has been stronger in moments that allowed my voice to be heard. and when i sat in silence, your responses broke the night and struck through the days where there was nothing but rain. models saved and paved the way, in their careers we’ve watched and applauded. beyond photos, and in-between characters of runway and composition- we love and live here. a decade later, what has trailed away has highlighted who has stayed. glowing beyond the surface, lies the true beauty- which doesn’t fade. forever is tangible, and love lives forever in this space. heroes are female, and men are silent in ways that build women to greatness through understanding of cultural codes and yes, strength. here, vulnerability straddles displays under lights soundtracked to bass and digital sounds which show each season. it’s beyond fashion, and in the interweaving greatness of style. it’s personal, and private, yet shared with many for worlds over to see and to discover on their own time.

exists here, no ownership, only relationship. not limited to fine print, only limited to expression of true artistry. a grain on a photograph, a meticulously altered face, but a striking glance into the lens of who we are together, and also even apart. a decade of dedication to only mark a beginning. and no fears of an ending even call to question the present, because the time that we’ve shared was never forced- but always self imposed. leaving the exposed as, again, a way to cope. but not to the unemotional, but to the sense of art. art of self, art of discovery. love of the depth, admiration of the darkness and closeness of the delicate in a way that no added light is needed. rich and boundless, this love will live forever- in you and me, and together we will be, dedicated.

to all who have lived, loved and endured in this space. 
may you continue to find and share inspiration for yourself and others. 
this dedication serves in your honor. 



we’ve spent a decade together in this space. in what was originally intended as a personal note pad for understanding the industry process of fashion became a foreground for a cultural narrative that was embraced by a global audience. to commemorate our time here together, i will be curating a year long series of 10. everything will be shared; the most stylish, the most influential and the greatest culture shifters from my generation and from my view. from cassette tapes, to the breakthrough of compact disks, boom boxes to stereo systems and trunk thumping bass. it’s all about style and through to the core. trickling the influence from cities across the U.S., and floating through the international fashion scene, this series will see me reveal the root of my inspirations.

i am most excited to share this series with you, the readers, who have taken time to share, read and provide support from the many countries you’ve allowed me to enter by returning to see what content was being placed here. as an independent digital persona, you’ve grown with me and there is no greater form of gratitude that i can provide, other than to share even more of myself with you, through what inspires me. we’ve ripped through the magazines, and torn down the runways year after year in this space. and we’re still here, continuing to push and still looking for our next source of inspiration. Ahead of the series, between a range of collections, i’ll be sharing archived interviews that have never been published, that have been collected through the years.

the beauty of this space is that there are no boundaries. elements of influence, questions of structure and challenging of perception has all been done here. from supermodels to the super talented, those subjects of content have become friends and in the process have opened my world into greater possibilities and even bigger ideas. a decade ago, i sat in my loft apartment with very little money, but an understanding and a vision. today, i sit with you from a view i had never expected to be a part of, and this year long series is a dedication to you for allowing me to connect and reveal a part of myself that i wasn’t able to, many years before the rise of the internet. thank you for being a part of this dream, realized. and thank you for guiding my path with your light to higher ground.

with all my heart, i thank you.


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in love and liberation, this is a proclamation of identities being unionized in an effort of abandon. that abandon, is one of intentional purpose to give greater space to what lies on the other side. what lies on those outer limits is a greater freedom, a sensibility of connection and purpose that has been processed, consistently, for 10 years in this space. the name that i’ve built was initially constructed through a visage of my face. visually obstructed, as to hide within the content, my true face was shown and my most sincere voice heard. reactionary, disciplinary and conditional- this purpose grew into here, we’ve discussed and questioned aspects of beauty culture, fashioned ideas of femininity and have glorified the truths of such actions, in words and images. we’ve celebrated the presence of color, and questioned the moments of grey scaled silence, that left us bare with our light-less forms of contrast. together, we’ve remained unified in our ideas and identities of who we are, and how that is represented.

my own ability to self identify and build upon presence, has been a blessing. my greatest success in this space is showing you who i am, and my greatest gratitude is shown in the ways that you’ve accepted and honored me with your support and simple presence. while others were focusing on finding their significant other, or busy looking for starter family homes and baby proofing, i was looking inward. i remained an independent force, creatively, learning both emotionally and through the process of building my own digital home base; that no one can do it better than you can do it for yourself. in developing a creative structure, i was able to overflow into my emotional curiosity and support my own sense of self, through analysis in many of the same ways that i’ve viewed cultural markers and happenings of the world. whether fashion, or sociology, music or feminism; it was all connected. i was sometimes criticized for trivializing certain components, but real ones know my core purpose which is, purely, cultural activism. of course, over the 10 years that has been around, there have been growth spurts, long form exercising efforts and breakthroughs. what was shown creatively became reflected emotionally. born of bi-racial ethnicity, i learned to balance the ethnic and the culturally bare. to understand flavor, and the tolerate the bland. it was in this art form of balance that i learned and craved contrast. emotionally, i learned of this balance through moments of loss, identifying gain. and in love, being sensitive to aspects of hate- learning of methods to maintain clarity and to magnify focus all the same.

with a 90’s divorce creating a division in my own family life, i knew that all things weren’t intended to remain whole; and that separation was at moments healthier and the better option than to stay and to suffer. i learned of the clash of masculine and feminine roles. to understand the anti-intellect of men, while favorably leaning towards the complexity of femininity and the beauty of womanhood- through struggle. being a witness of failed potential and tarnished hope, i had to find a way to craft my own development of self into a unique culmination of what inspired me of my mother, and had to solve the equation of the disappointment of my father, and those many failed potentials. in my adult life, the difficulties of such equations only multiplied, i started to understand certain breaks, why certain roads lead to dead ends, and why others were roads without ends all together. i learned that i didn’t identify with my white side, void of culture of emotional sensitivity, and through sensitivity that it was actually ‘white fragility’. what became vividly clear  was that there was unique, unbreakable sense of community that i felt, which became second nature, when in my filipino family unit.

my senses of taste, or style; notions of progression or concepts of creativity existed in those spaces. the elements of  white washed approach or with that ‘on the job’ form of behavior, or even speaking were programed methods of tolerance. in 2017, there was no doubt a turn of cultures, a redefining and barrier breaking exploitation of white privilege that was just far too loud to ignore. speaking only from my experience, personally, and in many cases secretly because it bared no greatness to even share or expose such connection- seeing victims of prescription medication abuse, or alcoholism pathways lit by lacking communication. it was all very simple, and the struggles to connect the dots were simple road signs directing you to turn the fuck around. all of those dark identities were coming from a link that was never intended to be tied to me in the first place, at least not legally. my father being a child who was never properly claimed, leading to a birth certificate which a young white female mother, absent-mindedly added a name of no actual origin. my father had the name, and later adopted, illegally, through use of adding this last name to school papers in grade 3.

my own filipino lineage being disconnected, because proper form and communication were both ignored. last names not revealed for intentional purposes to avoid legal action presently; but originally to just, create a name of my own. a name, by which i will actively point out, was given to me at birth anyways. to go from a four part name, to a two form simplification- it’s direct. it is my name, and has been all along; but the legalities that will commence this year will be the finalization that one hopelessly aims for with a significant other. legally, a name change to alter and remove a white last name, to adopt and ultimately create a singular presence is what i have done.

this proclamation, is one that is very personal; and almost dizzyingly dressed up, hidden amongst my choice of words. this is a process of matrimony to self. to enter into a new era, that secures what i have built, to clean and clear whatever bullshit was tied to old names in the first place. to be free, and unchained; to make the decision after feeling the sense of disconnection. all things on god’s time, this was a process that happened over time and with time, because in due time- i realized it was my time. my time to discover, to re-connect to disconnect and then to connect in a new way, that was more of a removal all together. no path was ever glittering nor was it ever the easiest, friendliest or happiest place to be. but all of those things help you to understand the meaning of such prosperities and luxuries. to assume a life of difficulties, means you will lavish in the many simplicities that life has to offer there after. and as a celebratory entrance into this new era, we have an amazing 10 years as an active, growing body of work to enjoy and be proud of. in the name of jeremy danté, allow the work that’s already been done, to fill your heart as much as it has my own, to create and present it to you.

in under 10 years, there are over 4,000 posts here, which have been read by readers in over 322 countries as of 2017. this is only the beginning, and we’ve already accomplished so many things together. with simple communication. and with that lead in for the new year, the full circle motion is enough of an announcement to share in what is to come. thank you to all of you for reading, sharing the work and providing support.



they left angeles city in 1967, the largest populous city in the province of pampanga, in the philippines. angeles city was home to clark air base, and my family entered into the united states on military clearance. my life has been based in the bay area, new york city, and my relocation to los angeles has seemed like a full circle moment. blessings spinning from the sky and into my heart in only a way that angels could carry. i sat on our way to work and told leya, “you wanna know something interesting? my family is from angeles city in the philippines- and now i am in los angeles” when i first arrived in from NYC. the first born grandchild of the third generation of my family, my cousin angelo graduated from UCLA; and now my entrance into this city leads me to new paths. all things by design of god; i often think of the signs that god is giving to me, the blessings that have come and those that have gone. i remain rooted in gratitude, but in this space, in this city and in this chapter of my life; in becoming my fully destined self, i think of my grandparents, who guide me now, from the heavens. the concept of angels. the thought of salvation. of making it to the other side and coming into the light from the darkness. the battle of facing fears versus losing to them, and the irony of victory through surrender.

my life has been a constant challenge of resistance and release. whether looking to stay in control, or acting out of control- the pressures have always remained. survival is in my blood, transcendence is a family tradition that i find unavoidable for myself. it’s an inheritance. challenging myself and others around me, as if to wrap myself in my own figurative wings in life, i’ve gone out of my way, above and beyond to protect my own purity, hoping to inspire greater purity in others. the results of that still yet unrevealed, things i touch are heavily scented with my aesthetic, my darkness shines like light and none of that is in vain. it’s through the hard work of the generations before me- my understanding of what it means to be american, about celebrating women, about crediting culture- i am who my ancestors, and relatives were and still are because i am survived. i told my sister last night, “you can feel however you want to feel about me- I’m in your bloodstream” – and like the cancer that spread into my grandmother’s GI tract, giving her only 7 days to live after prognosis- my purity will run through the symbollic blood flow of life, my hope is to infect every cell into purity until true beauty is more accurately defined.

i’ve discussed concepts of beauty at length in this space, feeling much like i do in my expressions of love- that no words, actions or intentions are enough for definition. to fight, commit and dedicate oneself is a life long work. you study it, you rehearse it, recite it and present it. you defend it and move into spaces where the purity is called into question; but the only thing that will remain is that of what is true. because what is true purity if it has not been challenged by the unpure? what joys can be felt without contrasting of pain? for it is those who give that will receive. those who are paying attention who will be paid in return. it’s all vibes, moods and attitude. awareness is meticulosity,  and in that cleanliness exists the purity of details and the refinement of what is real. beyond DNA or thought process, and into theories of higher power, and evidence of that- will live forever. as i sit gathering myself for strategy, i am humbled.

losing to win, leaving the familiar to come back into a space with such a gratitude that you fall to your knees. there is no way that i could chop this shit up so you could understand what it’s like to live it. the pictures, the articles of beauty, and then seeing true beauty beyond the computer screen, but then seeing all this shit is connected. a blessing, beyond any greater truth. it’s so real, all of it. in this full circle moment, each second is contained within a circle like a halo, and by the way i heard that song today, lending to greater notion that in my referential space, all is connected. the presence of angels in life and death are undeniable, for those who have actual faith. it is in life’s surrender that the truth comes. vulnerability for strength and all those others comparatives that i could type out for you- if you get it, you do. if you don’t- you never will. and that is what probes my sensitivity; my quick nature to walk away, or to disengage entirely at improper phrasing, poor choices or lack of poise.

from cold concrete streets and rotting subway rails to a land of sunshine and freedom and root my upbringing, gratitude can’t be cited enough in this time. counting every single loss as a blessing for having existed, the time is now realized as the most powerful, where you make it count or get counted out. you have no time to waste, and even in that wasted space- it’s still by god’s design. giving me my strength, are my gramma and grampa. i see you and feel you; regarding my relationships with you as active and still standing. first and second generations here are represented as another symbol of me, as i sit in the third row generation, watching as generation four enters the runway. and in that, i love.

jeremy danté is now living and scouting in los angeles, ca
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