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frank white presents
STUFF: product collaborations x fresh brands

join us for the launch reception + pop shop

wednesday, may 23
space on white: 81 white street, NYC
pop shop: 1 - 6pm | reception 6-8pm

frank white, the award winning brooklyn hotbed for progressive minds and global cultural influencers featured in Architecture’s Newspaper, Time Out NY, Time Out Dubai, and New York Magazine is partnering with trailblazing young brands for custom product collaborations:

logan zane
nic*fish
nail tite
amaterasu world
sydney lane home
miyuki
fashion royaltee

all day:
nail art by nail tite
izze soda bar
tunes by JAMERSON + addis tunes
mobile nail art museum curated by GrungeCake mag
style sessions video recordings
cocktails courtesy U’Luvka vodka

RSVP: stuff@frankwhitenyc.com

RIP Rekiya Boyd and the countless black & brown girls who go missing without national outrage, justice or media attention.

(Source: black-girl-problems)

lunch with the diva.

every time my friend brian flew in from LA we would meet up for lunch to catch up on news, happenings and industry gossip. so this particular time i was going to join brian and some of his other friends (whom i didn’t know) at nobu for lunch. i show up at the designated time and the hostess directs me to the table. as i’m walking over i’m suddenly very confused. there is a woman seated among the group who looks very very familiar. as i get closer i realize she is the one and only…DIANA ROSS! wtf?? what the hell is brian doing having lunch with MS. ROSS? oh and NILE ROGERS is there too?? there were some other young industry types, an odd sort of mix. i wasn’t sure how any of them knew each other.

i played it cool. you know the steez! but friggin DIANA ROSS?? she wasn’t at all like i imagined. i expected her to want to try and command the conversation, battle for the limelight and be the center of attention. but she behaved like any other middle aged mom would when the conversation centered on new/social media and modern music business politics. she sat back just and listened quietly.

when i was introduced to the table, she repeated my name back to me. “how are you xxxx?” like she must have been trained to do in the early motown days when they taught artists etiquette and respect. i wanted to burst out laughing. diana ross knows my name?? and then when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. i wanted to escort her. i mean was the original diva supposed to walk through the restaurant unattended? she returned to the table safe and sound. i really wanted to look at her some more and talk since we were the only women at the table. but i will admit i was a little star struck. i couldn’t think of anything cool to say. something that would bond us and make her remember me forever.

so instead i just finished my cocktail and black cod and said good bye when lunch was done. i have no idea who paid the bill and brian never quite explained how and why we ended up there. but i will never forget my lunch with the diva!

happy birthday diana ross.

@zeebrathedaddy my first intl crush. he rocked tokyo, loved hip hop, ate sushi + listened to sizzla kalonji

summer 1998. first trip to japan