simply calling jasmine my style crush isn’t sufficient. her wardrobe is beyond. she’s more than epic style though — her blog, afia and jay, bridges the gap between fashion and career advice for millennials. check her out and fall in love.
i’m 19 days into my whole 30 cleanse (but who’s counting), and food has never tasted this good. eating only protein, fruit and vegetables has called for creative recipes — so i was beyond excited when mariama of brownbelle recommended we meet up at the spice suite in takoma park.
nestled on a short strip of local businesses, the spice suite is owned and operated by chef angel anderson. glass jars of internationally-sourced spices line the wall, boasting unique flavors like mesquite salt and raspberry sugar.
aside from selling spices and soups, the ambiance is delightful. it’s the kind of place that makes you want to post up with a good book, sip angel’s strawberry basil lemonade and chill on a quiet saturday afternoon. it’s like a black-owned cheers with a cozy, bohemian vibe.
not only is my pantry grateful for some new flavors, but i’m ecstatic to have finally met my blogger boo mariama! her lifestyle blog is a must read for food, interior design and style inspiration. she’s even lovelier in person, and i can’t wait to create magic together.
if you’re like me and think you’re doing something fancy by using trader joe’s sea salt, then it’s time you stopped by spice suite to get your life. nervous about delving into spices like saffron without a tutorial? no worries, angel’s hosting a sip ‘n spice on november 22nd to sip, chat and learn all about introducing new flavors into your cooking routine.
elegant, effortless and ethereal are words that come to mind when scrolling through 726 sqft. dedicated to her late grandfather (who’s birthday was 7/26), tiffany creates lifestyle and fashion posts that inspire me to get my entire life together. also, her photography skills are absolutely beyond.
all pictures via 726 sqft
we love dani because her blog, personal style and eye for interior decor are fresh. not fresh like fly (although she most certainly is), but fresh like walking through a farmer’s market with a breeze on your back. she’s simply lovely.
i’ve gotten my life this week while listening to mixes from tykia of agamine. black women are seldom given the credit they deserve as djs or for producing and mixing music, so be sure to check out her blog for all the jams.
when i first created politics & fashion, i decided to focus on serious issues: world affairs, social justice and race all from a progressive lens. of course, there was a fashion and interior design post here and there, but i was hyper-focused on balancing both ideas. i’d spent a very intense few years as a community organizer and was conditioned to believe that beauty and fashion were trivial and too superficial for a platform. although i see fashion as art, this conditioning, as well as personal insecurities i’m sure, prevented me from featuring my personal style on my very personal blog. a contradiction fueled by some sort of fashion ptsd.
thankfully, i fully embraced a renewed sense of self last year and decided to create my first weekend wear series. fashion is serious and even in the face of criticism from former comrades, i’m unapologetic about my love. the revolution might not be televised, but it can be well-dressed.
thanks for rocking with politics & fashion in 2014 — i’m sending positive vibes for 2015!
hip hop artist j. cole has released a heartfelt song titled “be free” in response to mike brown’s murder. reminsicent of nina simone, he sings “can you tell me why/every time i step outside i see my niggas die?/ i’m letting you know, that it ain’t no gun they make that can kill my soul…” the song gave me chills.
here’s what he had to say on his blog:
There was a time in my life when I gave a fuck. Every chance I got I was screaming about it. I was younger. It’s so easy to try to save the world when you’re in college. You got nothing but time and no responsibility. But soon life hits you. No more dorms, no more meal plan, no more refund check. Nigga need a job. Nigga got rent. Got car note. Cable bill. Girlfriend moves in and becomes wife. Baby on the way. Career advances. Instagram is poppin. Lebron leaves Miami. LIFE HITS. We become distracted. We become numb. I became numb. But not anymore. That coulda been me, easily. It could have been my best friend. I’m tired of being desensitized to the murder of black men. I don’t give a fuck if it’s by police or peers. This shit is not normal.
I made a song. This is how we feel.
slow clap for a black artist who’s motivated to use his influence as an entertainer for his community’s well-being. salute j. cole.