It’s me again, back already. I’m trying to be more regular with this thing, so keep an eye on your inbox. But before we get into why I’m writing you tonight, I should start with a moment of gratitude. I think those are important in this life.
I came back to social media on Friday after being gone for a while. And I wrote a post just to update my Tribe—that’s y’all—on why I’ve been so quiet for the last couple of weeks. Now, I know what it means to lean on your family for support. I know care when I see it. But I can’t even begin to express how moved I was by the love and prayers you all sent in the comments of that newsletter. My heart is so full! To be welcomed back like that after being in such a dark place…it was everything to me.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
But let’s not dwell on that for too long. We have something else to dwell on. This is a celebration, and we’re toasting Veuve Cliquot to last year! It wasn’t an easy one, but they say pressure makes diamonds, and isn’t that a girl’s best friend?
I knew 2021 was going to be busy. I mean, I manifested it for myself. I literally decided at the beginning of the year that I was going to work harder than I’d ever worked before and push myself right to my limits. Because that’s the only way I think you can get better. And all I’ve ever wanted since I was a little kid was to be the best in whatever field of work I chose to enter. So I worked at it. I wanted to see how far I could take it, mentally and creatively. I wanted to see what my capacity was in my own work so I could expand what I’m really capable of.
I think I saw the diamonds all that pressure made, because we styled 32 covers last year!
Now, of course we’re going to run through all those covers at the end of this post. That’s why we’re here. I want to hear which is your favorite! So make sure you say something in the comments. But I also want to pause to reflect on what this really means to me, because it’s kind of major. Last year was my breakthrough. It’s the year I was truly given the space I needed to bloom and grow, and I think anyone who follows my work could see how inspired I was. It showed! 32 covers in one year…if you do the math, that works out to something like two each month. Even an editor at a magazine only gets twelve!
And as you know, I’m no magazine editor. I’m just a Black boy from Chicago who grew up playing with Barbie dolls, and now here I am all these years later, a Black boy from Chicago playing with couture on the covers of fashion magazines I used to read. I came from nothing, and now I’m becoming my own wildest dreams.
I said in the first post of this newsletter that I was trying to focus on stepping out from my clients’ shadows. I wanted to be known in my own right for the person that I am, for the contributions I make to the fashion world. Not only was last year the most creatively rewarding of my entire career, it was also the year I became a cover boy. Four of those 32 have my face on them.
I took the lemons and made the lemonade.
Anyway, take your time and walk the gallery! SAY SOMETHING in the comments.
And until next time,