Prince Harry betrays his Virgoan essence by having made it perfectly clear that he is a most discriminating gourmand. The most revelatory thing about Meghan’s With Love, Meghan Holiday Celebration was this insight to Harry’s true essence. His affinity for gumbo and his ease with Black culture and Blacks betray the fact that like all gap-toothed Caucasians, Harry was Black in his immediate past life.
The Duke & Duchess of Sussex
Harry and Meghan have had a stellar year and I was really proud to have been a part of it by twice heading back to Vancouver where I lived in the 1990s for the opening and closing ceremonies of the Invictus Games 2025. This is a rock solid professional couple who are a great team and are fully focussed on being leaders in their own right, philanthropists and obviously great parents.
Tulips 2017 Dorette Pollard
From Meghan opening up the year with a run to the sea and writing 2025 in the sand, you knew that there was a stellar year ahead. All this when the Fleet Street ghouls were ramping up their projections of the Sussexes being broke, finished in Hollywood and America to being on the cusp of divorce. Focussed on his own initiatives, Harry hung back and allowed Meghan to be centre stage in her With Love, Meghan Netflix series, which was anchor for the launch of As Ever.
Prince Harry in Shanghai
Harry was secured enough in his selfhood and supportive of his incredible wife, knowing as he stated in their November 2017 engagement interview, we are a team. His love and confidence in Meghan meant that Harry could comfortably sit back and allow her to take the reins where and when necessary. And how beautifully, Meghan lived up to the lyrics of the hymn, Let It Shine, as they departed by carriage on May 19, 2018 from St. George’s Chapel, Windsor, as she brilliantly shone in With Love, Meghan.
Un vrai sportif, Prince Harry had time to engage in some fun in Aspen whilst engaging in charity work. He teamed up, yet again, with his true warrior soul brother, Nacho Figueras. The ever engaging Black Prince of Cali had time to do something that would not be possible in his homeland, play snow polo. Meeting up with dear friends, and raising funds for charity how could Prince Harry not have signed up?
The Duke & Duchess of Sussex, Prince Harry & Meghan
Harry, renaissance man, is the most successful Black prince in Cali. Harry is free of the exoskeleton that being healthily melanated engenders in this world, where for being so blessed one is often vilified, socially, financially challenged more so than not. All this connection to his immediate past life as a Black human is validated by his having chosen a Black human to be his lover, wife and mother of his children. For being Diana, Princess of Wales’s beloved son, Harry was seen to have betrayed his tribal heritage by being with the most reviled partner that he could possibly have chosen, a Black woman. Ultimately, none of this matters to a couple who not only have a strong past-life history but they are also entity mates.
Sussex Christmas 2025
The Black prince of Cali has the most beautiful family, a loving father, mother-in-law, wife and two precious offspring, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet Diana. Here’s to Harry, the Black prince of Cali who is especially enamoured of his beautiful mother-in-law, Doria.
It’s been a very long and busy past six weeks, what with auctions and all the intense emotions around the acquisition of art – new and especially coveted. Too, I’ve been very busy working on an exciting project which has meant little time to be focussed on this beloved blog.
Baby Mama! @meghan
Go on Harry, shake you batty! Harry and Meghan celebrating the end of anticipating Princess Lilibet’s arrival was the sweetest private moment. All that was missing from this beautiful scene was a couple of hummingbirds hovering and darting about the delivery room.
Prince Harry Invictus Games Closing Ceremony, Vancouver
The Black prince of Cali, Harry that’s who! Fulfilled, loved and father to two beautiful healthy kids of his and Meghan’s, two grandkids of Charles, Diana & Doria’s and great grandkids of Elizabeth & Philip’s. Finally, the Black prince of Cali has all the love and family he has ever wanted. As ever, here’s to life!
Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat. André was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance. An idealist, André was in the emotional part of intellectual centre.
André’s primary chief feature was greed fixated on satisfaction and the secondary, arrogance.
André’s body type was Jupiter/Venus.
The fragment André is fifth-cast in the first cadence. André is a member of greater cadence three. André’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 414.
André’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a sage who is known to him.
André’s three primary needs were: expression, expansion and communion.
There are 14 past-life associations with Merlin and 10 with Merlin.
Fin de siècle Black dandy who was larger than life. Someone who opened doors in the worlds of fashion, design and style for Black men and Black Americans like no other. He, of course, knew and worked with Anna Wintour for decades. Through milliner Frederick Jones, who himself was a Dandy and a half, I met André whilst briefly living in New York City. Frederick was a Leo like myself, but chiefly he was a friend and lover of Merlin’s.
Anna Wintour Eminence Grise Vogue
Anna has always been on the vanguard of what matters on the cutting edge of style. Her vision is unsurpassed. Naturally, Anna wears Louis Vuitton as she did approach Pharrell Williams two years ago after his ground breaking SS 24 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s Collection show, with the idea of the Black dandy for this years Met Gala. Goodness, and how beautifully they succeeded in bringing it all together.
Dr. Monica L. Miller
Elegantly enrobed in Wales Bonner, the American author’s works were the inspiration of this year’s Met Gala exhibition and show. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style a show which highlights the extraordinary style and sophistication of the Black American aesthetic by the Black dandy from the late 18th century, to the giants of the Jazz age in early to mid-20th century, to the dandy style icons of today. Dr. Miller curated a masterful show. Mille félicitations!
Black Dandyism and the Styling of Black Diasporic Identity
Dr. Miller’s insightful book that charts the history of Black dandyism. Disponible partout.
Superfine: Tailoring Black Style
The Metropolitan Museum exhibition catalog whose show served as the theme for this year’s spectacular Met Gala.
Christian Latchman
Model Christian Latchman – he served as the muse for the cover of the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style catalog, presented in a bespoke Helena Simon. Looking every bit the enthralling dandy, he wore a beautiful large pale flower at the lapel and a faux cape beneath his cream-coloured suit.
Met Gala Grand Stairway
Having walked the Indian bespoke blue carpet, up the grand stairway beneath a shower of crystalline stars, the parade of glitterati proved an ode to Black dandy style and sophistication. And what magical style, tailoring and creative vision were on display. Let the parade of dandy fabulousness commence!
Colman & Raul Domingo
Actor, Dandy, Colman Domingo, co-chair, along with Pharrell Williams, A$AP Rocky and Lewis Hamilton, was the epitome of style, elegance and dandy panache in royal blue bejewelled Valentino cape. Perfection! Nothing says dandy like jewellery and Colman’s Boucheron iceberg necklace was truly sublime. More than all that, he’s got the best complement that any dandy could ask for, a delightful husband in the way of Raul Domingo!
Colman Domingo
Colman Domingo in publicity shot from Autumn 2024 when the theme and chairs were announced for Met Gala 2025 Superfine: Tailoring Black Style with theme being Black American dandyism. The exquisite photograph was taken by Tyler Mitchell. I love the timelessness of the theme here; Colman looks like a time-travelling dandy from centuries past.
It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over – Lenny Kravitz
Lenny Kravitz, the quintessence of Black dandy – super cool and spiritually refined. Do it to me
Jodie Turner-Smith
Chameleon, superb actor, here is the always electrifying Jodie Turner-Smith rocking maroon Burberry leather with the hat, which like the cane is part the dandy’s signature style. Jodie projects the right amount of androgyny and quirky allure making her one of the most commanding Black dandies on the evening at the Met Gala 2025. Stunning! Love the fact that her richly beautiful complexion glows with the maroons and reds of her outfit and makeup.
If this video does not capture the essence of the luxe style and sophistication of the Black dandy, I don’t know what does. Paris. A home that’s an ode to his beautiful mum, Roxy Roker. Lenny is the quintessential Black dandy: Bahamian, Black, American, Jewish…Genius.
Kravitz, Lenny 26.5.1964 Manhattan
Michael: This fragment is a sixth-level mature artisan – second life thereat – some karma to repay. Lenny is in the observation mode with goal of acceptance. A spiritualist, Lenny is in the emotional part of moving centre.
Lenny’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.
Lenny’s primary chief feature is subdued arrogance and the second chief feature is stubbornness.
Lenny is fifth cast in the seventh cadence. Lenny is a member of greater cadence seven. Lenny is a member of entity two, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lenny is a cadre mate.
Lenny’s essence twin is an artisan known to him, and the task companion is a discarnate sage.
Lenny’s three primary needs are: expression, freedom and power.
There are 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 10 with Merlin.
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Diana Ross
Diana! Diva. Legend and every Black dandy’s mama! The 18-foot cape, white, fur-trimmed hat, total theatre by African designer, Ugo Mozie of ElevenSixteen. A cape which bears the embroidered names of her children and grandchildren. Even at her ninth decade, Diana’s megastar power weaved its magic. She was, of course, accompanied by her son, Evan, in true dandy form.
Evan Ross
Evan Ross, Diana Ross’s lastborn, was dandy cool whose arm band was an ode to the ultimate Black dandy genius, Michael Jackson. Evan, too, wore Uzo Mozie. More than all that, Evan’s cool was capped off by the diamond and Columbian emerald necklace by Alok Lodha. Stunning!
Lewis Hamilton
Hamilton, along with Colman Domingo and Pharrell Williams is a co-chair of this year’s ode to Black male style, the Black dandy at the Met Gala, 2025. Lewis wore bespoke Wales Bonner with baobab flower in pink diamonds at the lapel and floral hat pin by Briony Raymond. The look was decidedly racy…. white on white on white. Spectacular.
Imaan Hammam
Our Dutch model well understood the assignment and came to court fully focussed on paying homage to the spirit of dandyism. And gosh does it work! The cinched waist, the cane, the fascinator, the partially flared-legged high-waisted trousers. The loose polka dot tie and, most of all, that devastating self-confident gaze -swagger becoming of a true dandy. Imaan is styled by Magda Butrym.
Remember the Time – Michael Jackson
Without doubt, one of the greatest most phenomenal creative geniuses and Black dandies, Michael Jackson. This video which premiered during Black history month, 1992, remains one of my favourites.
Michael Jackson 63rd Academy Awards, 1991. Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown
The jewellery, the sheer theatricality and magic that was Michael’s creative genius. Gone all to soon. He is one of countless dandies in the pantheon of Black musical greats who’ve given so much joy and inspiration to the world; I think that this exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art serves to pay homage to these great masters of Black culture and, of course, style. Of course, key among Michael Jackson’s idols were Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown; all three the most dashing dandies going.
Happy Pharrell Williams
If this is not the early 21st century anthem of the Black dandy, I don’t know what is. It is cool, sophistication, eloquence and elegance – all the unrivalled panache that is the Black American aesthetic.
Pharrell Williams & Helen Lasichanh
Third Met Gala 2025 co-chair, the most dynamic Black American renaissance man and dandy of the rarest order, Mr. Pharrell Williams. Black. Proud. Visionary. Game changer. Pharrell Spring-Summer 2024 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s show, spanning the River Seine, was like nothing before executed. Pharrell wears bespoke Adidas and Helen bespoke Comme des Garçons.
Men’s SS 2024 Louis Vuitton
Note perfect and the purest distillation of the Black dandy ever presented on the catwalk. That show was the most beautiful marriage of music, fashion, theatre and creative genius… the dandy, Pharrell Williams, that’s who!
Met Gala 2025 Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams & crew
This Met Gala was just as dynamic as the Karl Lagerfeld-themed exhibition and, indeed, if ever there was a dandy, Karl Lagerfeld was quintessentially the one.
Whoopi Goldberg
Whoopi wore a bespoke Thom Browne design that deftly captured the whimsy and allure of the dandy. Older sage soul to her core, Whoopi enrobes the role of dandy for breathing life into Browne’s design.
A$AP Rocky
Cane and swagger to spare, of course, A$AP Rocky is going to bring the cool that is Hip-Hop/Rap dandyism. Dripping in diamonds: Briony Raymond diamonds on umbrella and Bvlgari diamond necklace, A$AP Rocky owned Black dandy in a suit and jacket by AWGE. He also happens to be the fourth chair of this year’s Met Gala. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. Outstanding!
Guillaume Diop & The Isley Brothers
Principal dancer with the Paris Opera Ballet, Guillaume decked out in Valentino, ensouls the very elegant essence of the Black dandy. Guillaume and fellow Paris Opera Ballet dancer, Shale Wagman are among my favourite male ballet dancers of the current generation. And Shale is Canadian, too. Guillaume’s finger waves make him look like a time-travelling dandy member of Duke Ellington’s orchestra. The gloves and those frilly sleeves are luxe dandy and then some. Of course, Guillaume’s look is also an ode to the stylings of the Isley Brothers.
Tiffany Raja
Tiffany is a MAC makeup artist, sadly as has been the case each year, there is no co-ordinated effort by Met Gala organisers to collect data of each guest who walks the carpet. Name, designer, shoes, jewellery. That data can then be uploaded to live Met Gala site for all to see: media, public, fashion professionals. That aside, Madam outstandingly pulls off a handsome ode to dandyism. High waist pants with train, cane, top hat, feminised by net, choker jewellery. Elegance personified. This was one of the understated winners of the evening. Thus far, no idea for trawling the web, which designer styled her ensemble.
Brian Tyree Henry
The swagger, the confidence… nothing sexier. His cape by Orange Culture of Nigeria seems a fitting ode to a dandy prince at a royal court in Nigeria. The cuffs, his complexion are sheer perfection. A most stunning dandy.
Love Train Extended Remix – The O’Jays
At the soul of the Black dandy is the pulsating rhythms of music that at its core is rooted in Africa. Dandyism is about getting dressed in the finest threads and getting out there and shaking your gorgeously callipygous arse to the beats.
Janelle Monae
Janelle very effortlessly, fluidly molts, owning the character the costume requires. Here, she is in the process of shedding layers of self, becoming über dandy most ravishing. She, along with Demi Moore, did the greatest justice to the Thom Browne designs. Absolutely stunning dandy!
Stormzy
Stormzy, the musician as princely dandy works nicely for me. His presence is captivating and he rather commandingly owns his Tom Ford threads.
Alton Mason
But of course my darlings, the world’s highest paid male model is going to show the children what dandy is all about. Look at all that fierce swagger. What a body! Dandy Alton’s inordinate pulchritude is enrobed in BOSS.
Ugbad Abdi
Coming on strong and giving Alton a run for his dandy credentials, is the divinely beautiful Ugbad Abdi; she invokes androgyny to the max to pull off dandy cool. Love the cool delicious confidence. All that über ravissant dandy chic is cocooned in Michael Kors Collection.
Prince & The Revolution – Purple Rain
Merlin was completely, unabashedly besotted with Prince. Creative genius, androgyny and sexual confidence that was unsurpassed, Prince was the most intoxicating dandy. God only knows when Merlin was feeling especially amorous, it was always candlelight and purple rain on the stereo on repeat.
Prince. Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix
Dandy: eyeliner, pout, cane, swagger, attitude, snarl, sexual appeal to no defined gender, androgyny… yeah, that would be Prince. Prince, of course, is also part of a troika of dandies spanning decades: Prince, Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix. All of them, fluid, outspoken and phenomenal creative geniuses with more sexual mojo than Jupiter has got moons.
Tracee Ellis Ross
The super dynamic Tracee, actor, writer, producer and all-around phenom is wearing a bespoke Marc Jacobs. That snazzy headpiece proves a marvellous ode to über dandy sophistication.
Babyface & Marvin Gaye
Well, of course, Babyface is going to pull up carrying a cane. He is after all the epitome of super cool, fly and sexy dandy in the same league as style icon, Marvin Gaye. Both were/are the smoothest dandies going. Babyface here is stylishly enrobed in the vision of the dandiest of Black American designers, Mr. LaQuan Smith.
Justice Smith
Actor Justice Smith handsomely pulls off Black dandy cool with a pale Valentino suit, casually accessorised by sublime frills at the neck and sleeves. The black polka dot sleeve morphing into scarf is ingenious. The buttons and the finger waves are that extra touch that makes his a winning ode to the Black dandy.
Regé-Jean Page
This vibrant monochromatic caped Brioni look is beautifully styled as Regé-Jean makes for a commanding dandy. Love the passion of the intensely rich, hues of red; I might add that a cane and cigar would have taken his dandy to stratospheric levels of superfly cool.
LaKeith Stanfield
The commanding American actor is elegantly styled by Ferragamo. The black and white combination is nicely capped off by the white fedora and white silk scarf with red pocket square handsomely completing the dandy ensemble.
Satin Doll – Duke Ellington OrchestraDuke Ellington
There can be no doubt who one of the most influential and dynamic Black dandies of the 20th century was, Duke Ellington. The style, elegance and his magical rapport as he seduced his audiences were legendary… and still endure. There can be no other mid-20th century icon of Black American dandyism than Duke Ellington!
Jordan Roth
Honourable mentions must go out to those who came to court to salute and celebrate the cool sophistication of the Black American dandy. Nobody does dandyism like Jordan Roth. Decked immaculately in LaQuan Smith, Jordan understood the assignment and André Leon Talley looking down, fanned himself and likely declared, “The child is fierce. The child is giving cool, sophisticated Black American dandyism par excellence!” Work it, Jordan!
Coco Jones
Here is our darling, Coco Jones giving us fierce Queen at the court of Black American dandyism. Coco was beaded and perfectly stitched by Indian genius, Manish Malhotra. Coco’s ensemble is truly a museum worthy work of art!
Maharaja of Patiala, Yadavindra Singh
Now this is next-level dandyism, at least within the context of the dandy for the Met Gala, 2025.
Diljit Dosanjh
Let’s talk about the Dravidian dandy, paying homage to Black American dandyism. Here we have actor/singer, Diljit Dosanjh dripping in jewellery as the ultimate dandy, the Maharaja! Prabal Gurung’s research and execution are unsurpassed. This is pure white peacock fanning his features with the greatest elegance. Diljit got the assignment right and knocked it out of the park! I am sure André Leon Tally was euphoric as Diljit alighted on the blue carpet.
Isha Ambani
The ever impeccable Isha Ambani is dressed by master tailor and creative genius, Anamika Khanna. As with Diljit Dosanjh’s Prabal Gurung, Isha’s progression up the blue carpet was impressive and memorable.
Jasmine Tookes
Jasmine is masterfully dressed in a bespoke dandy outfit by designer Ruth E. Carter. This ensemble works handsomely. Look at it all: canes, gloves, fedora, necktie, décolletage and those heels. Ruth definitely got the memo.
Set Design for Met Gala 2025
This tremendous set must have smelt truly beautiful. This year’s Met Gala’s theme was exquisitely executed and vibrantly came to life with the parade of souls whose presence and outfits were a loving ode to Black dandyism.
Moon Dreams – Miles DavisMiles Davis
This creative genius and innovator of Black high culture, Jazz has always been a towering icon of Black dandyism. The supreme cool that Miles ever exuded was the higher octave of the Black dandy. A truly remarkable human!
Jon Batiste
This stratospherically creative genius owns Black dandy cool like it’s nobody’s business, which is why he deserves to be in the same league stylistically and creatively as Miles Davis. The Jon Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford suit was appropriately complemented by saxophone, just one of the many instruments he has commandingly mastered.
Sir Duke – Stevie Wonder
Stevie Wonder’s music will ever remain the pulse of Black American dandyism. A truly marvellous creative genius.
Stevie WonderStevie Wonder & Family
Stevie at Met Gala dressed in a black Sergio Hudson ensemble deftly brought the love and light to the celebration of the Black dandyism. The beading throughout is understated… sublime.
Snoop Dogg
Though he did not walk the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet, Snoop Dogg has always been the cool, cutting edge of the Urban Black dandy. From the cane, to the rings to fedoras the extravagant outfits, he effortlessly weaves in and out of the worlds of player pimp and dandy. Dandy swagger is always where it’s at with Snoop Dogg.
Teyana Taylor
Teyana’s spectacular ensemble is another Ruth E. Carter design. This fluid dandy hipster has seriously got it going on. The hat, cane, platforms from the 1970s, evocative of the Blaxploitation era films, starring badassed Queens like Pam Grier. The darkly brooding burgundy palette handsomely set the mood.
André 3000
Guess who’s got new music that’s about to drop? This dandy does not do subtle that’s for sure! The baby grand piano aside, André 3000 is beautifully dressed by Burberry. That’s one way to bring the music, which Jon Batiste also did… though not figuratively.
Andra Day
Andra’s a vision in electric fuchsia designed by master taskmaster, Jêróme Lamaar. The décolletage is handsomely complemented by the chandelier necklace. The opera glasses, the tiny clutch and that pinky ring atop the gloves – it is all winning high-end Dandy chic. From her big hair to her elegant matching fuchsia platforms, Andra is one hell of an engaging dandy.
Usher
Still coasting from his successful performance at the NFL Super Bowl LVIII halftime show, Usher came through in white silk scarf, cane, purple socks and a smashing Ralph Lauren suit. Smooth dandy through and through!
Megan Thee Stallion
Undisputed Queen of Hip-Hop, Megan Thee Stallion was all bombshell fabulousness. Just look at how Michael Kors Collection went all out for this bespoke costume. Look at that faux fur fabulousness. The red hair nicely complements her look. Amazing!
Pusha T
Nothing says understated dandy elegance than Pusha T’s burgundy Louis Vuitton suit with a healthy dash of crystal embellishments on both shoulders chest and upper back. Suave, elegant as ever, Pusha T’s ode to Black dandyism in America was sartorial perfection.
Jaden Smith
This adorable dandy, is indeed a musician and he also owns dandy eccentric outright; hell I would wager that he’s got his generation’s trade mark on Black dandy securely in the bag. Dandy Mr. Smith is caped and robed in Ozwald Boateng. Really fine!
FKA Twigs
FKA’s Wales Bonner ensemble is flapper groovy vibes, even the sling back heels are decidedly flapper chic. Who does not love feathers partout?
Burna Boy
Also, coming on strong in Ozwald Boateng is princely African dandy, Burna Boy. Look at those shoes! The leather coat, yellow against burgundy, so vibrantly and distinctly African, proves a marvellous ode to dandyism whether in the diaspora or on the continent.
Future
Also, presenting a masterful ode to Black dandyism is rapper, creative genius, Future. Like the creative innovator that he is, ever changing and pushing his art forward, Future is attired in Louis Vuitton, now sporting cropped blond do, gone are the dreadlocks. Love the fabric’s thick look and pattern design.
Ayra Starr
Nigerian singer, Ayra is not short on sex appeal. Her dandy allure is assured by long green-nailed grip on that cane. Her Ozwald Boateng design is beautifully slit well above the knees with an equally plunging and alluring décolletage. She is positively magical.
Kaytranada
Rings galore, ruffles, sunglasses and attitude to knock over the CN Tower, Kaytranada came through, showing how Canadian dandies rock. Pushing the music forward, of course, there is going to be tons of dandyism to spare, especially so when dressed to the nines in McQueen. Go ahead!
Dev Hynes
Talk to me about the rock steady soulfully sublime dandy that is Dev casually, elegantly decked in Valentino. Of course, shades are a must. He is devastatingly handsome, self-assured and bringing the soul to dandyism in one leap across the pond.
Mary J. Blige
Queen. Soul Sista numero un! This queen’s ode to dandyism is rocking with the big hoop diamond earrings, the coat and a fabulous pantsuit that leaves more real estate for jewellery. It is all handsomely created by the lush creativity of Stella McCartney. Solid!
Leon Bridges
Singer/Songwriter, record producer Leon Bridges rocking Nicolas Daley, that’s who came through rocking Black American dandy cool. Work it! And the gloves and shoes matching the pinstripes… truly next-level.
S. Coups
Coming through, is everyone’s favourite K-pop dandy. S. Coups is styled in a voluminous grey BOSS ensemble and it works handsomely.
Lizzo
Go ahead! Lizzo owning her power with a waist-cinching black and white masterpiece with fishtail. This wonderful bit of couture architecture was the realised vision of Christian Siriano. In the style decadent world of the dandy, Lizzo is owning her place with the cigarette holder and that blonde bombshell crown. Brava!
Questlove
The ever scholarly Questlove is beautifully attired in a bold pinstriped suit by Gabriela Hearst. Love the fabric and the artist’s understated elegant take on dandyism. Beautiful.
Shaboozey
Not surprisingly, the unconventional creative artist is focussed in a genre not readily associated with contemporary Black dandies. I, though, love everything about this bespoke Robert Wun outfit: the tails, the hat, the beading with matching grills. Iconic. Go ahead, Shaboozey, what others think is none of your business!
Tyla
Gorgeous Tyla, those drop finger curls though, pulls off a very regal ode to dandyism in her ample-trained bespoke Jacquemus. Marvellous! Do it to me…
Sly Stone
Yes… Sly Stone knew a whole lot about dandyism. Here then are other musicians who came to court at the Met Gala in tribute to Black American dandyism. Sweet and blissful dreams to the recently departed, beloved creative genius, Sly Stone.
Nicki Minaj
Nicki came through a blooming Queen decked out in Thom Browne and looking like the Boss that she is. The fishtail and the butterfly fascinator is the cherry on top.
Bad Bunny
The hip young Puerto Rican dandy came through dripping swagger and Latin heat. His Prada was a lovely ode to the Black American dandy. The oversized bag and the quirky hat, we love the vibe that this dandy magically weaves.
J Balvin
Chez Chez la Femme, what other tune effortlessly surfaces on seeing this boldly striking ode to dandyism. Turn up the Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band to the max. Just look at that matching pink fedora! Vintage Marc Jacobs won the super cool, Latin-dandy-at-court vibe, to be sure!
Nick Jonas & Priyanka Chopra
Nick Jonas came through in Bianca Saunders whilst his megawatt Queen, Priyanka Chopra was elegantly styled in a white with black polka dot suit by Balmain. That black hat was next-level cool.
Chance the Rapper
Chance owned the joint in his Versace ensemble. He looked fantastic.
Doechii
Who doesn’t love an afro? Doechii’s dandy has got all tees crossed and what a smoking Louis Vuitton ensemble she’s got. I love the tails of the morning suit look.
Maluma
Willy Chavarria understood the assignment and delivered a handsome, winning ode to dandyism. The fabric, the melding colours, the jewellery, flower and pink accessorisation were complementary and worked beautifully. And, of course, the dandy wears a hat and in place of cane or cigar a delicate pink flower will do nicely!
Cardi B
Nothing is sexier than watching Cardi B sop up gravy off her plate with her tarantula leg long nails – stab vegetable, swirl about the plane, sop up gravy and then stuff into the elegantly foulest mouth in Hip Hop. What the fuck is not to love! Her green velvet Burberry open robed design with frills and ruffles and dangerously sexy décolletage is all from the masterful Daniel Lee. This colour works beautifully on Cardi B’s complexion and that embossed velvet is truly masterful craftsmanship.
Central Cee
London town came to represent! Rapper Central Cee was cool, crisp and luxe dapper. Love the cool cornrows; a beautiful twist on dandyism, indeed. This dandy’s cool was charmingly pulled off in Jacquemus – it works!
Charli XCX
One of the few Ann Demeulemeester creations spotted on the blue carpet. Charli’s was pure sexy cool dandy, through and through.
Omar Apollo
Grammy-nominated Omar, the Queer Latin crooner, gave suave sophistication to his interpretation of dandyism. Omar was one of several persons who chose, and elegantly so, Wales Bonner. He effortlessly pulled off the look.
Lauryn Hill
Now this is tropical post-colonial dandyism writ large. Positively love the vibrant West Indian yellow of this Cheney Chan masterpiece. The afro, attendant with matching yellow parapluie and of course what colourful West Indian would not have a blue Birkin? The cape, shades and the handheld golden ornament is giving African dandyism vibes, too.
Tom Francis
Mr. Francis is stylishly decked out in a relaxed suit by Todd Snyder.
Halle Bailey
Halle is wearing a Coach ensemble. How hard is it to do some research and put in the effort to the gala’s theme? Rule number one if a woman has legs that resemble thighs rather than not then a pantsuit or maxi is de rigueur. No side slit; pants or maxi, anything else diminishes the silhouette and makes it horizontal rather than vertical – especially so when not especially tall. This is not a winning look for a gala.
Actors
Billy Dee Williams
Thanks to Motown’s Berry Gordy’s visionary genius, the latter half of the 20th century was presented with the Black American dandy of both stage and film, in the way of Billy Dee Williams. His successful turns with Diana Ross, Queen of Motown, led to George Lucas casting him as lead, Lando Calrissian in the Star Wars franchise. I especially loved his turns in the Scott Joplin biopic. Incidentally, the soul who was incarnate as Scott Joplin was recently incarnate as the diminutive dandy, Prince. Billy Dee set the tone of the Black American dandy as actor!
Zendaya
From her two outfit entrance at last year’s Met Gala; however, this year Zendaya kept it cool, crisp and easy with a definitive ode to Black American dandyism. That hat is smoking and her monochromatic white ensemble by Louis Vuitton is the epitome of superfine sophistication.
Caleb McLaughlin
Next generation Black dandy actor, Caleb fiercely came through in Dior. Positively loved the cane, though, a grey pair of gloves would have been less at odds with the ensemble. Love the hat!
Angela Bassett
Work it my darling. Isn’t she the most phenomenal human? Love that dark-embossed velvet pantsuit and no possible chance of décolletage spillage here. Coming on strong in the dandy sweepstakes, let’s all say it with love, “Wakanda Forever!”
Damson Idris
Actor Damson Idris went for the cool, casual all-American look for this Black American dandy by dressing in burgundy Tommy Hilfiger. Waistcoat, shoes and gloves worked handsomely; can’t beat the smashing swagger of a well-dressed dandy! Can’t wait to see his turn in F1!
Hunter Schaffer
Hunter pulled up rocking bespoke Prada with that contrasting white beret adding cool dandy vibes to her commanding presence. Lovely!
Tramell Tillman
Thom Browne dressed actor, Tramell with a definite ode to the sophistication of the Harlem Renaissance. It works beautifully and the shoes and velvet cape-like tails add a sexy dash of super cool to the actor’s swagger!
Halle Berry
LaQuan Smith perfectly understood the assignment and knew how he had to present a true Queen. They both knocked it clear of the park. From her pillbox hat with netting to that décolletage being eclipsed by the drop dead gorgeous necklace, Playful Halle came to slay and that she did.
Ncuti Gatwa
The very flamboyant Scottish actor brings loads to the modern day Black dandy; however, audiences across the pond were not in the inclusive mood. Before you could settle in, out he went from Doctor Who, a show I’ve never watched. In any event, here his stance and the debonair way he holds his gloves, not only nicely set off his black and purple checkered Ozwald Boateng suit, it just gives away the plot – this without doubt, is a sage soul! He was definitely is one fiercely delicious dandy!
Kiara Advani
Best blooming pregnant mum on the blue carpet, this year or any for that matter. This Indian goddess styled by Gaurav Gupta and that two-toned train is decidedly regal. What a wonderful way to pay homage at the court of the Black American dandy. Radiant mum-to-be.
Keith Power
Keith is so sexually magnetic; he is the kind of pretty young man that gifted New York milliner, Frederic Jones would pass a dinner party openly lusting with the most foul talk about his desire to corrupt and devour, completely oblivious of anyone being present, most especially his very jealous and possessive Puerto Rican lover. Here the actor is styled by BOSS and those flare-legged, high-waist trousers are the epitome of dandy cool. And don’t you just want to tug on that big fat tie!
Tessa Thompson
Another masterpiece by creative genius, Prabal Gurung. Tessa – whose performance in Passing, is simply breathtaking, in this cream and black ensemble. The hat and platform shoes pulled it all together in a stunning display of dandy fabulousness.
Jeremy Pope
Jeremy’s jacket is a sheer work of art by fashion’s truly unsurpassed creative genius, John Galliano for Maison Margiela. To style the jacket such that it looks like the bodice of a mannequin is truly ingenious. Jeremy’s finger waves add softness to the otherwise super buff sexiness of the bulging muscles… when did this transformation occur? Jeremy is the epitome of sexy cool dandy as is his look at this year’s Met Gala.
Nicole Kidman
Sporting a new hairdo, the ravishing chameleon sported a marvellously constructed Balenciaga couture black gown that was one of the most subtle and masterful designs to have walked the blue carpet. As ever, Kidman looked cool and sophisticated.
Tyson Beckford
Model turned actor, Tyson came through in suavely elegant sartorial splendour in a black and white suit from Ralph Lauren Purple label. This is how you handsomely pull off understated dandy!
Yara Shahidi
Little represented Fear of God was the design house chosen by commendable actor, Yara Shahidi. Tailoring, lines, cut and Yara’s allure made this outfit, including the heavy coat, one of the most notable monochromatic ensembles at the dandyism gala.
Henry Golding
Sexiest motherfucker on the planet, Henry Golding that’s who! This man should be front of the line, indeed, there should be no one else considered for the next James Bond. This alas is a world run by racialised goons who are all too often much threatened by anyone who does not look like they do. Every role this actor ensouls evokes images of the cool sophisticated dandyism with a gun that is James Bond. The Singapore native is styled in a golden Ozwald Boateng; of course, he is the coolest dandy in any room. Just imagine him saying, “James. James Bond…”
Malick Bodian
Oh my, let’s talk about continental dandies paying homage to the Diaspora dandy. Just look at Malick rock this Chanel ensemble that the cool professional model and keenly aware of optics photographer that he is. The pillbox hat, along with those long slim trousers that flare at the bottom make him a most handsome continental African dandy.
Taraji P. Henson
Monse X took their deconstructed look to extremes here. Again, among my major style pet peeves – legs you show, thigh-like legs, one never does. A beautiful jacket with lots going on is marred by Taraji’s legs being left exposed. The cane and matching bowler were marvellous; all it would have taken a pair of flared-leg pants in matching colour to have made this ensemble a winning competitor. Your job as designer is to make your client look their very best!
Patrick Schwarzenegger
Arnie’s boy has made dirty old men out of many. This dandy deftly epitomises fluidity and ambisexuality – eye candy, to be sure. Love the square-boxed shoes, the flared-legged Balmain. Just look at that wholesome melange of Schwarzenegger and Kennedy DNA. A friend recently remarked, “You just want to lick his neck.” The man purse is très dandy chic. His turn on White Locust was smashing. Do not be deceived, however; this man has 9.9.4 = 4 numerology. There is nothing inviting or remotely liberal beyond his exterior.
Jon Kortajarena
Wow, this dandy exudes both lady-killer vibes and confidence in spades. To be sure, this is one of the best displays of dandyism to have walked the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet. He is immaculately styled by Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford.
Omar Sy
French actor, Omar, could look no finer for being styled by Ozwald Boateng and just look at those two-toned green and black shoes. Parfait! The master tailoring of his suit is matched by the warm yellow shirt, which with his rich complexion do not require a tie.
Barry Keoghan
Would you believe that Barry’s wearing Valentino, me neither? What’s not to love, he readily drops britches… so there’s that. The frilled sash, buttons and embroidery are all true hallmarks of any dandy worth their assignation. Cool, confident understated and sexy.
Jon Michael Hill
Jon is styled by Oscar-winning costume designer, Paul Tazewell. Attention to detail and perfect colour co-ordination were all here on display. The actor’s pinstriped suit in a pale palette allowed him not to appear less tall and the shoes and tie matching the pocket square all handsomely rounded out the look of the modern day dandy.
Louis Partridge
Fedora to the two-toned shoes, young Louis dazzled as dandy most rare. Louis stylishly paid homage to Black American dandyism exquisitely turned out by Prada. I am not remotely familiar with his work, but he does seem magnetic… at least on the blue carpet.
Shah Rukh Khan
Here, the dynamic film actor and producer holds court in a tasteful design by Sabyasachi as the subcontinental dandy pays homage at a celebration of Black dandyism. The rings, cane and necklaces are all dandy luxe in various tones and textures of black. Fantastic.
Nnamdi Asomugha
Athlete turned actor, director, producer and Kerry Washington’s husband wore a stylish LaTouché suit. The ensemble works beautifully and he is even more charming a dandy when coupled with his gorgeous better half, Kerry. Love the shoes and attitude.
Jeremy Allen White
Jeremy was another actor who walked the blue carpet styled by Louis Vuitton as interpreted by the truly phenomenal Pharrell Williams at Louis Vuitton Men. He is as casual as his suit is understated; I am not the least bit familiar with his work as I rarely look at episodic television.
Walton Goggins
The colour schemata being a dead giveaway, Walton was definitely styled by Thom Browne. The deconstructed look was handsome and another actor with whose work I am unfamiliar. The style is elegant rather than garishly loud.
Andrew Scott
Giuliva Heritage put together one of the more stylish and eclectic looks to walk the blue carpet. Mr. Scott’s shoes were killing it, to be sure. Caramel/toffee, red and teal never looked sexier. This was a memorable outfit and dandyesque in the true sense.
Kelvin Harrison Jr.
Prada was definitely in the house as worn by actor, Kelvin as he made a bold bid in the dandy stakes. Looking mighty fine, indeed. The shirt and pocket square added the right dash of dandyism to have qualitied.
Adrien Brody
Fear of God did the task; the silk and monochromatic look worked. I find this man wholly unpalatable… enough said.
Callum Turner
Congrats to Callum & Dua Lipa, the latter whom I adore, on their recent engagement. Our man Callum is outfitted in Louis Vuitton Men and looked every inch the dapper dandy!
Jeff Goldblum
Wales Bonner did the honours here, but ask me if I care. Just send him a bushel of blooming olives. This man is no more a singer of the Jazz idiom as he is an actor. Jazz will never be other than Black high art; especially so, in this the age of DEI blowback. More than ever, if you can afford a Bentley why pray tell time-waste in a frigging Lada?
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Designers
LaQuan Smith
No other designer who walked the blue carpet at the Met Gala’s Dandyism show better epitomised the dandy than LaQuan. Shoes, coat, shades, swagger. Do it to me! And, as you might expect, he is of course wearing LaQuan Smith. The rings and earrings are next-level dandy luxe.
Edvin Thompson
The American designer of the Theophilio brand is dressed in one of his designs. Nothing says dandyism than that giant roaring red hibiscus. The swashbuckling hoop earrings, the oversized black cap, tilted of course, Edvin’s presentation is a commanding ode to Black American dandyism from the ’70s through to today. Oh my darlings, there is so much rich detailing throughout this ensemble… magnificent. More than that, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about Edvin that strongly reminds me of Frederick Jones.
Alessandro Michele
Valentino creative director Alessandro always seems to thoroughly enjoy himself at the Met Gala. Good for him and he elegantly did Valentino justice in the creations he offered up. The white mink stole he carried was all things dandy and we love it!
Ibrahim Kamara
Nothing beats a dandy in Chanel, head to toe. The multi-strand pearls, the golden chain belt, definitely Karl Lagerfeld would have approved. Like Prince, he ought to have been wearing heels and white shoes at that. He is still, one dropdead sexy dandy and current creative director of Off-White after Virgil Abloh’s passing!
Vice-President Kamala Harris & First Husband Doug Emhoff also attended the ode to Black American dandyism. She was elegantly styled by Ibrahim Emhoff for Off-White. Though she doubtless would have made an excellent President, the fact that she said that she supported a two-state solution, is precisely why she was defeated. In the end, America got what it damn well deserves and those who’ve grossly buggered and fixed the American civilisation into the ground will never ever recover from their vulgar, power-mad Icarian fall from grace, being vulgarly, murderously played out these past two years. Funny how it never occurred to Trump to want to annex Canada during his first term.
Prabal Gurung
Prabal has got it going on and his animation of Diljit Dosanjh as Maharaja dandy paying homage at the courtly celebration of the Black American dandy won the prize hands down… right down to the sword! Lovely creations this year, every single design of his. Congrats, Prabal gets an A+ for having gotten the assignment just right, and his muse was the epitome of dandy swagger.
Willy Chavarria
Dressed decadently, Willy convincingly came to court paying just homage to dandyism.
Edward Enninful
I keep anticipating Edward turning up at the Met Gala, escorting the divinely elegant Emma Weymouth, The Marchioness of Bath. Maybe not this year; perhaps, they’ll be a near-future Met gala whose theme will be an ode to the English aristocrat; one can only hope. This year, Edward teamed up beautifully with Moncler, hence Moncler x EE72, to produce memorable designs like those worn by Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz. Most of all, the one outfit was the cowl worn by the gloriously exotic Vittoria Ceretti, who has the greatest high-arched feet imaginable. We adore!
B J Gray
The cane, the superb tailoring and the dreadlocks done up in a bun, this is my kind of stylish dandy through and through. Mr. Gray is styled in one of his label’s design, Gray X. I absolutely love that play on the herringbone coat. Perfection!
Char DeFrancesco & Marc Jacobs
Marc Jacobs and his husband, Char DeFrancesco are both styled in monochromatic Marc Jacobs; one in white, the other black. Marc’s look has certainly evolved in recent years; the couple do look happy.
Charles Harbison
The suave Mr. Harbison heads Harbison Studio whose designs, I rather favour. The look is sophisticated, yet on the whole understated.
Donatella Versace
Perhaps because she is moving on from an active role in the Versace brand, but so far as I could make out, only Chance the Rapper was coming on strong in Versace. As ever, Donatella looked glorious.
Zac Posen
Zac arrived escorting Laura Harrier who seemed blissfully enthralled by his company, to say nothing of his design. I loved her Gap design outfit’s exaggerated sleeves and trousers’ bell bottoms. She was a camp play on dandy with the greatest gusto; truly divine.
Raul Lopez
Mr. Lopez escorted the seeming only person that he dressed on the night. She was dressed in space-age straitjacket attire and looking none too thrilled. LUAR certainly has a niche market and it didn’t look to be a dandy’s must-have look.
Tory Burch
Tory and her eponymous label fared well on the evening. Tory’s outfit was one of my favourite looks that walked the blue carpet. All that black beading against a beaded white sheath was sheer genius. It worked beautifully; always good to see the designer.
Vera Wang
The designer’s ensemble was bold and exotic, loved the fishtail of grey feathers. Perhaps, though, she ought to have sported a white bolero jacket or bolero made of the same grey feathers. the folds on the dress are rippling and elegant.
Stella McCartney
No female designer gave goddess sheath more so than Stella McCartney. In all honesty, I felt that she was among the best-dressed attendees to have walked the blue carpet.
Daniel Lee
Really love the design focus that Daniel Lee has this season at Burberry. This thick embossed velvet in truly rich tones is a definite winner. Positively lovely.
Charlie Casely-Hayford
Dynamic, young fashion/design maverick of the eponymous international menswear brand Casely-Hayford. Love his attire here on the blue carpet. Wonderful, relaxed ode to dandyism.
Giovanna Battaglia Engelbert
Giovanna is consummately self-aware. She understands line, movement and perspective. She is the perfect visionary to bring forth the dazzling designs one has come to expect of Swarovski. Beautiful colour palette she chose, too.
Sergio Hudson
Women’s ready-to-wear design Sergio Hudson made quite a stunning impact in his soft pink and black palette. Gloves, dapper shoes and rose at the lapel. Sergio proved one of the most elegant dandy’s to have walked the blue carpet. Stunning.
Dapper Dan
DD the dandy of Harlem fashion was on the scene. Black and white were the theme which he convincingly nailed. This Harlem dandy, Dapper Dan, is still going strong.
Michael Kors
Many have come and gone, but through it all, Michael Kors is still standing. Mr. Kors’s winning design was alluringly worn by Megan Thee Stallion. Always exciting to see Mr. Kors walk the Met Gala carpet.
Grace Wales Bonner
Grace is a British menswear designer who certainly made her mark at the Met Gala, 2025. All her designs made their muses standouts at the ode to dandyism.
Andrew Bolton & Thom Browne
Andrew Bolton is the Wendy Yu curator at the Costume Institute at the Met, and obviously plays a key role in the annual Met gala fundraiser. He is, of course, joined by inventive, creative genius, designer, Thom Browne, whose designs are always distinctively noteworthy. Certainly, his designs for both Demi Moore and Janelle Monae will transcend time.
Gabriela Hearst with Questlove & Chris Rock
Gabriela is flanked by both Questlove and Chris Rock. I rather love her designs, especially as presented at the Met Gala.
Manish Malhotra
Manish Malhotra
Manish’s presentations on the Met Gala’s blue carpet were truly spectacular. As ever, the stylish Natasha Poonawalla was a reanimated harlequin vision in purple, black and white with attention to every detail. Most of all, his design for Coco Jones proved the evenings showstopper. The beading, cape, cut and line were next-level elegant. His vision of the dandy was handsomely realised.
Maxwell Osborne. Justin Jefferson & Dao-Yi Chow
Sportsman Justin Jefferson is flanked by Public School designers, Maxwell Osborne and Dao-Yi Chow. Look at what a fine dandy their genius presented at the Met Gala. Positively love Mr. Jefferson’s attire.
Sabyasachi
This swell Dravidian dandy styled Indian film star Mr. Khan to perfection. I love his personal style and the effort he put into appear at court in celebration of American dandyism. Really love his coat and its soft warm colour.
Colby Mugrabi
Colby’s dress was one of the more spectacular gowns to have walked the blue carpet. All that yellow and the bow were a remarkably ingenious design touch. Stunning!
Christian Cowan & Sam Smith
Ew!
Georgina Chapman
If I am honest, the dress is beautiful.
Tom Ford
Ford… Tom Ford. Is there a more charismatic, mysterious designer? He adds luxe and allure to everything he both designs and wears. Bravo!
Tommy & Dee Hilfiger
The emperor of all-American functional through luxury wear is in the house, that’s who and with his lovely rock, Dee.
Pauletta Washington & Christopher John Rogers
Mrs. Washington accompanies accomplished ready-to-wear designer Christopher, who certainly made an indelible mark on this year’s Met Gala blue carpet. Love his designs.
Ruth E. Carter
Ms. Carter’s designs for this year’s Met gala were very detail rich and keenly paid homage to the Black American dandy aesthetic. Really loved her design for Jasmine Tookes… phenomenal.
Virginia Smith & Patrick Robinson
The stylish duo came to add their je ne sais quoi to the night’s parade of glitterati… Love her ensemble.
Aisha McShaw
Both Aisha and her rock, Al Sharpton were decked to the nines in designs from her eponymous brand. The attention to detail, the quality, luxe and voluminous richness of her skirt, paired with the diaphanous décolletage are strokes of sheer creative genius. Positively loved the beauty of her.
Maximillian Davis
Young Mr. Davis knows all about dandyism as he is the creative director of Ferragamo. That peekaboo fringed, white silk scarf is dandy swagger most subtle. Love his style!
Dynasty & Soull Ogun
These stylish twins know nothing of ordinary. They are bold, visionary and truly the essence of avant-garde dandyism writ large.
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Audra McDonald
Audra, Queen of Broadway, with the most Tony Awards of any other actor in Broadway’s history. She is a delight to behold. Audra wore Harbison Studio to the Met Gala and looked truly regal at the court of dandyism. At the Tony Awards she wore a gorgeous black affair with purple train by Christian Siriano.
Nicole Scherzinger – She did it!
You had better damn well give this Queen a Tony Award! Nicole is the very essence of showbiz. She is glamorous, stunning, has damn great chops and look at her vamp! Here, she is enrobed by Prabal Gurung, who understood the assignment – you are dressing a Queen! Yes! Yes! Yes! Nicole won the Tony! Brava! Nicole’s magnificent red gown at the Tony Awards was a stunning Rodarte affair!
Cole Escola
5… 6… 7… 8… “I’m just a Broadway Baby!” Sing it Cole Escola! Show them Cole how Broadway does dandy! Beautifully dressed by Christopher John Rogers, the theatre pro coolly came to slay! And win the Tony Award he did, too. Congrats! His Wiederhoeft gown was a wonderful tribute to Broadway legend, Bernadette Peters. I have faithfully watched every telecast of the Tony Awards since 1975, and Bernadette Peters’ reign, like Audra McDonald’s now, proved among the most exciting!
Kara Young
Kara, Broadway baby with exceptional talent, walked the Met Gala blue carpet in An Only Child ensemble in a quirky matching bowler. At the Tony Awards where she won two years in a row, she was elegantly styled by master couturier, Thom Browne.
Sadie Sink
Sadie has that same ethereal quality as the Broadway goddess Bernadette Peters, here at the Met Gala she was enrobed in bespoke Prada. Yet again, she wore bespoke Prada a month later to the Tony Awards. She is utterly gorgeous!
Cynthia Erivo
Tell me Cynthia doesn’t possess force of personality in spades, megawatt talent and sheer originality. These are all the hallmarks of the dandy: free, expressive and utterly self-possessed. Of course, it goes without saying, Cynthia like every Black dandy is generationally memorable. Cynthia is owning that blue carpet in her Givenchy ensemble and those boots! And the most anticipated awards (Tony Awards) opened and there was our our darling Elphaba rocking all Broadway!
As host of the 2025 Tony Awards, Cynthia was impressive and stunning. She handsomely upheld the tradition begun in the 1970s at the Grammy Awards when Diana Ross on hosting did the most revolutionary thing. After each commercial break, Diana returned in a new outfit; it was the most spectacular television. Now, of course, it is standard practice to do so. Cynthia wore Marc Jacobs, Marni, Valentino, GapStudio and others. Her closing number was the showstopper from Michael Bennett’s Dreamgirls, which I saw several times back in the early 1980s. If she is not a sage soul, then I really don’t know my Michael Teachings.
Sarah Snook
Sarah at the Met Gala came through stylishly sporting a suit in black with red interiored cape by An Only Child. A month later, she not only wowed in her Richard Quin body-hugging nude sheath but she also won the Tony! Brava!
Adrienne Warren
Queen of West End & Broadway, our darling megastar from I, Tina was elegantly enrobed in a fabulous Sergio Hudson design. The ruffled sleeves and décolletage are delightful. Ravissante!
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Rihanna
Mogul Rihanna came through in a bespoke Marc Jacobs which announced to the world that she was expectant again. The hat, shoes, tie and dropped jacket as skirt with train were ingenious and flawlessly executed. Pulled off with the greatest aplomb by the always alluring Bajan Queen.
John Imah
The Maverick came through elegantly presenting as the tech dandy in a cape beautifully detailed by Sergio Hudson. The cane, hat, rings and bold necklace were all modern dandyism boldly, yet elegantly presented. Truly handsome.
Tyler Perry
Maverick. Visionary. Mr. Perry was sublimely attired in a pale, bead-encrusted B. J. Gray design for Gray X. Baronial.
Quincy Houghton
The immensely experienced, knowledgeable art/museum professional was understated with an elegant large bow to match her skirt and justifiably serene demeanour. Persons like Ms. Houghton do an invaluable service to art, culture and civilisation. Santé!
Madonna
Another unrivalled maverick. Beloved. Adored. Respected. The Queen smoked a cigar whilst rocking a Tom Ford suit! Love!
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Is there anyone else who seems so unpretentious? Spike wore a Fear of God suit and kept it otherwise casual. And did we mention that Spike is a passionate sports fan: tennis, basketball et al! Tonya Lewis Lee wore an Amsale coatdress in deep passionate blue with train
Serena Williams
Queen of the court, Ms. Williams wore the best finger wave of the evening and was enrobed in a teal affair by Moncler x EE72 in collaboration with the adored Edward Enninful. Commanding!
Andrew Saffir & Daniel Benedict
Both men are accomplished and stylishly dressed to the nines. They were an apt addition to a celebration of dandyism in all its manifestations.
Natasha Lyonne
The cinéaste came through in a powerful, though not overpowering, mauve vision of flowing lines by McQueen. The ruffles at neck and wrists are everything.
Grace Wales Bonner & Antwaun Sargent
Author Antwaun Sargent was elegantly dressed by Wales Bonner and is accompanied in this photo by the designer, Grace Wales Bonner. Love his shoes, to be sure!
Quinta Bronson
Quinta is wearing a beaded pinstripe jacket and sheath by Sergio Hudson. The details are sparse, subtle and refreshingly sophisticated. Quinta looks marvellous!
Ryan Coogler & Zinzi Evans
Ryan and Zinzi are both wearing designs by Fear of God. I positively love that his shoes are the same shade as his snazzy suit. Nothing is more ravishing than an expectant mum, the best to her in due course!
Precious Moloi-Motsepe
The South African philanthropist was regally dressed by David Tlale; it is a beautiful asymmetrical yellow-gold and white affair. Her hat is a definite winner!
Iris Knarr & Yan Huo
The financial power couple looked in great form. They were a definite standout couple to have walked the blue carpet.
Paul Tazewell
Thom Browne was the choice by custom designer, Paul Tazewell, who proved the first Black male to win Best Oscar for costume design in film. He is a very accomplished designer who’s been lauded in theatre. His magical designs on Wicked earned him his historic Oscar.
Fabiola Beracasa Beckman
Fabiola is wearing a beaded Kenneth Nicholson design. Her décolletage is perfect and that gem is equally stunning. Sublime.
Baroness Dambisa Moyo
The phenomenally accomplished Baroness Moyo is wearing one of the evening’s truly luxe gowns. It is sublime in its elegance; the colour and the stole both nicely complement her rich complexion. Love the unique hem on her heavy-looking gown. Marvellous!
Catherine Martin & Baz Luhrman
The creative wizards are both uniquely dressed in Miu Miu. Love that tie!
Lauren Halsey
Fear of God did a fine drop of outfitting the avant-garde artist that is Lauren Halsey. Big, baggy, with lines and colour that are brutalist in energy like the architecture of the 60s, 70s.
Kim Kardashian
Ms. Kardashian, maverick to the core, is icily reptilian in a black sheath by Chrome Hearts. The necklaces and that matching hart are fierce 21st century dandy!
Branden Jacobs-Jenkins & Whitney White
And look who won a Tony Award! Congratulations and then some! The award-winning, much-lauded playwright and his date were both dressed to the nines in Michael Kors Collection. Utter perfection!
Clara Wu Tsai
Clara with a massive maverick footprint in the worlds of sport was elegantly turned out in a design by Sergio Hudson. The frilly, white lace hem and that gorgeous jade necklace are exceptionally elegant.
Rashid Johnson & Sharee Hovsepian
The handsome, highly creative geniuses are both styled by Gabriela Hearst. Love the cut of his jacket and her lace dress works beautifully for being monochromatically black. Handsome!
Kylie Jenner
Kylie wears a heavy woollen skirt by Ferragamo creative director, Maximillian Davis, who also happened to have escorted her to the gala. The gloves and bustier nicely accentuate her smouldering allure. Love that the dropped jacket look also nicely complements her gorgeous curves.
Mellody Hobson & George Lucas
Both towering creative genius and visionary, George Lucas and his beautiful wife, graced the blue carpet in designs by Louis Vuitton. Bless him; his shoes are utterly comfortable-looking!
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Here is another stunning Prabal Gurung design; this one in electrifying red with feather, bows and a whole lot of magnetic personality by Chimamanda. Her hair is stunning and I can only imagine how utterly sweet she smelt!
Kenny Leon
Mr. Leon pulled off casual self-assured dandy with a large checkered blue and grey suit with comfortable-looking sneakers. Here’s wishing this marvellous visionary best of luck at this year’s Tony Awards for his direction of Shakespeare’s Othello, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Denzel Washington. Here’s to trailblazing dandyism lighting up the great white way!
Amy Sherald
Pre-eminent Black American painter, Amy is here commandingly attired in a Fear of God creation that envelopes but not swallows her statuesque frame. The colour beautifully accentuates her golden complexion, too. Towering creative genius!
Ava DuVernay
Here, Ava wears a flamenco-styled dress with beautiful hat by Prada and is a wonderful Mediterranean take on dandyism, truth be told. The two-toned combination works handsomely.
Arthur Jafa
Towering auteur and cinematographer, Mr. Jafa is beautifully attired in Fear of God, making him even more impressively commanding.
Tanda Francis
Two of Tanda’s sculptures were used as part of the décor for the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibition. Love her large flowing skirt, the billowing sleeves and her dreadlocks that are reminiscent of Alice Walker’s.
Cristina Baxter
Heavyweight music industry executive, Ms. Baxter is a shimmering sheath of empowerment in a dress tailored by Harbison Studio. The large, contrasting flower adornment at the waist further elongates, rather than not, her frame. Beautiful, elegant dress.
Janicza Bravo
Film director Ms. Bravo wears a beautiful Tory Burch ensemble whose large and beautifully arranged scarf is emblazoned with the large B; Her shaved skull both adds to her beauty and readily evokes the dandy’s allure. Winning!
Henry Taylor
Mr. Taylor is, of course, discriminatingly attired by Louis Vuitton right down to the LV man clutch. Assured and fulfilled never looked better as pulled off by the artist.
Jordan Casteel
Another artist who came to court in celebration of Black American dandyism, is painter, Jordan in another Harbison creation on the night. Bold, dramatic, she pulled off the look with élan.
Malcolm Washington
Like his parents, Denzel and Pauletta, Malcolm also is a Hollywood veteran, though, a filmmaker. This casual LV clutch, readily advertises that he is attired in Louis Vuitton – and a very fine suit it is, indeed!
Torkwase Dyson
The artist is a vision of black and navy in a coat whose navy signature bleeds down to. becoming coagulated in a dark, rich black towards the hem. This is a very elegant J. W. Anderson design whose rich detailing is not discerned on first glance. Masterful tailoring, to be sure.
Cory Renard Richard
Rick James had nothing on Cory! Look out, that is how you come through, looking like a Boss Dandy, owning the whole damn thing! Jovana Louis did a fantastic job of invoking the dandy. Look at the frilly sleeves with the same fabric covering the train… ingenious. The black petals on his skullcap, the black satin collar, well of course this theatre producer is pure showbiz!
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Jonathan Owens
White on white on white on white and then those fringes at the trouser hem! Ozwald Boateng outdid himself here and that white stole is everything and decadently dandyesque!
Nessa Diab & Cole Kaepernick
Whilst Cole’s wife, Nessa is styled in a post-Dune Moncler x EE72 design with gorgeous headdress and billowing skirt, the activist athlete is styled from head to toe in Ozwald Boateng and those matching shoes!
Miles Chamley Watson
Try convincing me that British fencing great, Miles is not a dead ringer for Bad Bunny. First appearance at the Met gala of many more, one hopes, Miles is dressed impeccably, right down to the cane and specs, by Casely-Hayford. Everything is pure 21st century Black dandy and then some!
Russell Wilson & Ciara
Devastatingly handsome and sexy, Mr. Wilson holds court in a Frère design; Megastar, Ciara is invoking a whirlwind of magic in her provocative LaQuan Smith design with train. Stunning couple.
Stefon Diggs
Stefon came through in a bespoke Bianca Saunders. Positively love the two-toned in honey and white; the whole look was nicely set off by those très chic red shoes. Bombastic dandy!
Simone Biles
Olympic dynamo, Ms. Biles is attired in a bright blue dress with train by Harbison Studio. Energy body of 5, her power is both spatial and infectious.
Roberto Bolle
Favoured of Rudolf Nureyev at the Paris Opéra Ballet, the danseur noble strikes a commanding pose in his matte black leather from head to toe. It beautifully complements his dark colouring. Fantastic dancer!
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Definitely not going for subtle was Ms. Richardson as she commanded attention on the blue carpet in her two-toned, diaphanous Valentino affair. The play of lavender and pale yellow handsomely complement each other. Dynamic look.
Justin Jefferson
Justin Jefferson in a Public School ensemble marvellously captures the essence of the dandy holding court in a refined West African setting. His swagger is both breathtaking and tribute to the NFL athlete’s prowess.
Angel Reese
Titan of sport, Ms. Reese is sporting a flawless design by Thom Browne. She is stunning!
Joe Burrow
Dynamic footballer Joe Burrow stylishly walked the Met Gala blue carpet in a blue-grey Gucci suit. This choice of shoes was casual, but they work.
Venus Williams
Head to toe, Venus’s choice was a dark green Lacoste ensemble. That coat with its dark accents almost outshone her comfortable-looking loafers.
Noah Lyles & Ana Khouri
Noah is wearing a Thom Browne creation and his plus one is jeweller Ana Khouri whose jewellery he was not shy about wearing. Love her flowing, creamy sheath.
Sabrina Ionescu
Statuesque Sabrina was adorned by an ensemble consisting of black jacket and skirt with a white halter top and matching shoes
Jett Lawrence
Supercross speed demon Jett walked the blue carpet. The Australian super athlete looked cool, relaxed in his dark bespoke David August in collaboration with Santo Studio. Can never beat a sharp-dressed man!
Jalen Hurts & Bryonna Burrows
Both Bryonna and Jalen wore bespoke Burberry and looked knockout gorgeous. The feet on her! Love the fringe on her smoulderingly dark, embossed dress.
Gabby Thomas
Priya Ahluwalla pulled out all the stops, in this show-stopping red dress with train. She looked confidently gorgeous.
Saquon Barkley
What a powerfully built athlete. Beading, subtle and discreet; it is there and nicely pulled together by master couturier Thom Browne.
DeAndré Hopkins
Another dark and oversized silhouette from Fear of God for another superior sportsman. DeAndré and his unique locks are dandyism for the hip 21st century cosmopolitan. Really love the shade of charcoal brown.
Jonquel Q Jones
Jonquel, as did most other female basketball athletes, opted for a Sergio Hudson creation. She was lean, crisp and commanding. The leather jacket, shades and that hairdo nicely pulled it all together.
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Deborah Roberts
For me, Deborah Roberts black and white ensemble with train by Mark Ingram was the favourite for writers and journalists who attended this year’s Met Gala, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. The cuffs, like her gorgeous smile, are a winner!
Eva Chen
Ms. Chen came to slay and that she did in spades in this smashing Wiederhoeft with billowing train. The matching gloves and sheath, plus varying textures to the train are pure theatre!
Mona Kobar Abdi
Ivan Young made a fine impression with his red concoction of pleats and drapery and it was handsomely worn here by Mona!
Sache Taylor
Vogue director of special events, Sache made a winning gamble in walking the blue carpet in a flapper-inspired look. The flapper and the Black dandy of 1920s New York City/Harlem were definitely a major barometer of style and sophistication. Love the elegant line of her high-arched foot. No idea who the designer of her fluid ensemble is.
Laura Santo Domingo
Editor and socialite Ms. Santo Domingo chose a creamy off white Christopher John Rogers suit with flawless pencil skirt. That single large pearl atop her black pumps is deliciously decadent.
Leah Faye Cooper
Another magazine publishing insider, Ms. Cooper chose Amir Taghi for her beautifully colour co-ordinated green skirt with sash, white shirt with loose black tie and beautiful grey handbag. She was a refreshing professional to have worked the blue carpet.
Radhika Jones
Ms. Jones, the recent editor-in-chief of Vanity Fair – which has seen such dreck as Graydon Carter, who can’t seem to keep his stinky mouth shut about Meghan Sussex whom he does not know – seems to be going through more landscape change as it more and more resembles a shitty Fleet Street abattoir. But I suppose that when your legendarily big cock no longer works, you turn mealy-mouthed estrogen-bombed bigot. The nerve of him, ever the sight of him readily makes one think of Suzy Menkes, both with equally god fugly hairstyles. Certainly, he fails to realise that he has as much relevance in the current moment as does Dominic Dunne. Of course, he is part of a rarified gaggle of gossips associated with Vanity Fair, along with Katie Nicholl and Tina Brown – that vile racist gilt, who seems in her advancing senectude, to be matching her son’s diffused focus of spirit and intellect. Radhika is styled in an elegant salmon-coloured Romeo Hunt creation; she looks sublimely elegant!
Gayle King
Chuks Collins fashioned a symphony of plaid, beading and layering in fuchsia and black. Simply stunning!
Lisa Love
Vogue and Teen Vogue West Coast editor, Lisa Love walked the blue carpet in bespoke Louis Vuitton and Bvlgari jewellery. Show them how it’s done!
Will Welch
Mr. Welch, GQ global editorial director, made history, being attired in the soft launch of Benji Bixby, André 3000’s new menswear line. The Demin suit, cummerbund, and tie were snazzy and that tattoo adds more than passing intrigue. Splendid!
Chioma Nnadi
Designer Martine Rose was Chioma’s choice for walking the Met Gala’s blue carpet. Cool. Confident. Understated and I like the bold belt buckle. Elegant!
La La Anthony
Virgil Abloh’s Off White label was the fashion choice for ever stylish La La as she worked the top of the blue carpet stairs in her annual gig at the Met gala.
Nicole Phelps
Undercover design team was Nicole Phelps’s choice as the professional attended the year’s biggest gathering of fashion, fundraising and editorial staffers across the board. I love the extended dark and detailed lobster-like, Edward Scissorhands look. It works brilliantly.
Amy Fine Collins
Well, of course, the industry veteran was not going to miss the year’s most important fundraising gathering. Ms. Fine Collins wears a stylish ensemble which is unmistakably Thom Browne, right down to the sophisticated shoes.
Mark Guiducci
Hooray! For he’s a jolly good fellow who’s taking over Vanity Fair. Let’s just hope it elevates from gutter rat status, perpetually looking to stay au courant by lynching Meghan Sussex. Farewell to Vogue magazine alas.
Amy Griffin
Author Amy in bespoke Schiaparelli by Daniel Roseberry. Gorgeous dress and she is looking mighty fine, too!
Scott Evans
Mr. Evans was styled by Regi Brown. The boots are rocking it and the overall look, though busy, is dandy in its own right.
Elizabeth Herbst-Brady
Condé Nast financial luminary is elegant and dignified.
Zuri Hall
TV anchor, Zuri Hall wears an engaging bespoke pinstripe suit by Bishme Cromartie and its an ode to dandyism that works beautifully.
Roger Lynch CEO Condé Nast & Cathleen Lynch
Condé Nast’s CEO’s suit is a gorgeous velvet smoking, which I rather like. Mrs. Lynch’s ring and lapel jewellery are serious-looking pieces.
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Law Roach
Law is just the badass stylist at any gala; of course, it goes without saying his star client, Zendaya struck it out of the park yet again in her bespoke Louis Vuitton. As is obvious, Law was elegantly exuding dandyism in his gorgeous embossed black Burberry.
Ming Smith
Ming was enrobed in a show stopping Harbison Studio eclectic ensemble. The bustled train to match opera gloves, whilst the popping green sheath whimsically festooned with clumps of woollen yarn. What’s not to love!
André Walker
Cool is a man in grey suede shoes. Mr. Walker is gallantly attired in Fear of God. Decidedly handsome dandy…. Black American dandy!
Eaddy Kiernan Bunzel
Eaddy is owning that bespoke Balmain like a Hollywood screen siren. The front slit, the lone button, the sleeves of what is a play on a man’s jacket is truly iconic dandy.
Raul Avila
Mr. Avila is elegantly styled in a Valentino smoking. This sophisticate is responsible for annually styling the Met gala’s décor.
Tyler Mitchell
Tyler, the accomplished photographer was styled by Jacquemus. The colour choice worked beautifully with his complexion right down to the feathery stole.
Kwame Onwuachi
The stylish chef wore a dapper ensemble designed by Uzo Mozie’s ElevenSixteen label. This is really finely tailored clothing. Really fine!
Debbie Allen & Norm Nixon
Debbie and her husband Norm were elegantly styled in ensembles designed by Oscar-winning costume designer Paul Tazewell. Debbie’s dress has the most gorgeous beading.
Khaby Lame
The world’s most famous influencer was attired in an Ugo Mozie creation. The flowing cape-like coat is truly chivalrous in essence, if only because it is draped from one shoulder.
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Doja Cat
Doja is the most beautifully haunting muse at the Met Gala, 2025 for me. Here is Doja Cat, who always gets into character and performs on the Met catwalk. She simultaneously manages to evoke the essence of 1970s Black American New York and Paris model, Pat Cleveland and Hedy Lamarr the bewitchingly exquisite Hollywood film star immortalised in Samson and Delilah. As Doja vamped on the blue carpet, it was clear to see the resonances to Hedy Lamarr. More intriguingly, Doja is Afro-Jewish (Ashkenazi perhaps) and Hedy Lamarr was indeed Jewish. Doja’s styled in bespoke Marc Jacobs.
Demi Moore
Even if she lives to 100, you damn well know that not only will Demi look good, but she will turn up. Here she is, adding depth and elegance to the ingenious design of Thom Browne; in essence, Demi is wearing a giant tie and what a beautiful tie it is indeed. Demi was among the top five best turned out at Superfine: Tailoring Black Style.
Zoe Saldana
Zoe wears another Thom Browne masterpiece that has her covered in albino-like snow peas. Zoe wears a a man’s jacket that morphs into a long coat with train. The Thom Browne standard black and white silhouette is here highlighted to maximum effect. The black bodice is pinstriped with exaggerated hips that mimic shoulders as the jacket is in mid flight to the floor. Zoe’s bob hairdo perfectly accentuates the beauty of the lines and minimalism of Browne’s masterful design. The matching two-toned shoes are everything.
Liu Wen
Go on Liu… that’s what the world ever needs, a supremely confident woman exuding her unique beauty. Look at the line, the leg, foot sickled out, none of this pigeon-toed nonsense. Liu stratospherically elevates the elegance of the Burberry embossed velvet to being most über raffinée. Her Burberry suit, her attitude and fluidity of motion makes her, by far, one of the gala’s most seductive dandies!
Natasha Poonawalla
Never mind Manish Malhotra’s exquisite design, what about that ring the Indian socialite is wearing? Each year, it is always exciting to see just how Poonawalla will own the red – this year blue – carpet. The colour combination is sublime and as ever, Ms. Poonawalla is dignified and elevates the occasion by her presence.
Alex Consani
No other muse could best drape a Swarovski design about their deliciously elegant body but Alex Consani. She is supremely confident, aware and almost predatorily owns the space. She is subtle, with an artisan’s élan, she weaves her magic, setting the mood. Superb!
Kendall Jenner
Grey and muted, Kendall’s soft palette serves to show off the gorgeous Torishéju design’s décolletage, which shows to best effect, the dazzling multi-strand necklace. As ever, Kendall is simply stunning.
Karlie Kloss
Is Karlie glowing or what? The boots, the flared pleated Loewe skirt with train and long-sleeved bodice with upturned large collar. This was one of the most dominant designs of the evening and no one but amazon Karlie could have pulled it off.
Maya Hawke
Maya’s pale pink Prada sheath is anchored by a diaphanous caramel cape. Beaming, Maya looks as though she’s just alighted from the most lucid flying dream in a landscape that looks all too real.
Gina Alice Redlinger
Phenomenal pianist, Gina is seductively cocooned in a layered lace white skirt with large black train in back with a bustier in black to display a choker like no other. Kim Kassas has intricately constructed one of the most fascinating designs to walk the blue carpet. The brilliantly gifted spouse of Lang Lang’s moves with confident elegance and her keyboard clutch is priceless!
Aurora James
Aurora wore a diaphanous gown with train by South African designer Thebe Magugu. The hat is everything. Love Aurora…
Mindy Kaling
Our darling Queen walked the blue carpet in a regal Harbison Studio gown with two-toned train that was only outdone by Coco Jones and Diana Ross’s trains. We love our Mindy and her personal metamorphosis.
Pamela Anderson & Brandon Thomas Lee
Pamela wore an august Tory Burch metallic-looking gown whilst her son, Brandon wore suit by Genuardi. The cut makes Pamela look severe and almost as though without brows.
Miley Cyrus
Pieter Mulier fully understood the assignment and handsomely delivered. You are dressing a Queen. Miley ensouled the leather bolero and brought the necessary grandeur to the flared maxi skirt. Winner!
Anne Hathaway
Carolina Herrera’s Wes Gordon kept it simple and elegant. Anne looks marvellous.
Ayo Edebiri
This bespoke Maximillian Davis for Ferragamo was not short on drama. Double trains, exotic beading and in red no less. Smashingly elegant.
Anna Sawai
Though similar to Zendaya’s Louis Vuitton vision in white, Anna’s white suit and fedora were Christian Dior. Both superior tailoring, though, Zendaya won the derby on this one. Anna looks charmingly elegant!
Adut Akech
Adut wears an avian inspired Swarovski design whose pink palette handsomely highlighted her gorgeous melanin-rich beauty. This is one of my favourite looks on the night.
Jennie Kim
Jennie Kim came through in the custom Chanel pearls in a gorgeous bespoke pantsuit with slit skirt. Love the hat and her gorgeous attitude.
Joey King
Joey was one of the few persons who walked the blue carpet in Miu Miu. The bold colours work handsomely and her choker is a stunner and definitely catches the eye.
Lauren Harrier
The gloriously stylish Lauren is wearing an oversized pantsuit by Zac Posen for Gap. Those billowing sleeves. flared legged trousers and that attitude. Go ahead!
Bebe Rexha
Know neither Bebe nor her music, but my am I loving her fierce attitude as she works the blue carpet in this gorgeous Christian Siriano delight. My but she is awesomely sexy with attitude in spades!
Alicia Keys & Swizz Beatz
Alicia and Swizz both wore Moncler x EE72 the Edward Enninful design venture. I love the draping, voluminous capes. shawls and hoods; they all work handsomely. The dark rich tones are decidedly African-inspired and understandably so.
Ashley Graham
The cool statuesque Ashley wears a muted design by BOSS. The tailoring is exquisite and her confidence as ever is empowering and on so many levels.
Dua Lipa
These finger waves are so luxe. Tell me Dua is not one of the sexiest women in music today. She is one hot glamazon who readily elevates her exquisite diaphanous Chanel gown!
Chappell Roan
Chappell’s psychedelic hot pink pantsuit is an explosion of Paul Tazewell’s creative genius. I am really loving those boots. The hair is awesome; I do, though, wish that she had accessorised with a strong herringbone choker and tons of rings on each finger, especially so in lapis lazuli.
Gabrielle Union & Dwayne Wade
The thoroughly modern and elegant couple, Gabrielle and Dwayne were both styled by Prada and look at that chunk of jewellery. Dwayne’s waistcoat is everything and matches his nails, too. I can’t wait for Gabrielle and Emma Weymouth to join forces one day on the Met Gala red carpet.
Ego Nwodim
Christopher John Rogers beautifully dressed Ego, who had the most memorable moment on SNL50 in her riotous ad lib during Weekend Update. That life sketch will go down as one of the most arrestingly funny live moments on SNL. She is a damn boss! The fascinator and jewellery are smashing and perfectly complemented by those red pumps.
Bee Carrozzini
One of my favourite women on the planet whose beauty is both exotic and timeless; honestly, she looks as though a time-travelling Claudian matriarch. Our elegant Queen is adorned by Givenchy and looks cool and ever radiant.
Lupita Nyong’o
Tell me that pastels are not more sublime on richly melanated complexions. All Chanel everything and Lupita, as ever, makes everything look regal. Lovely, and that cape is phenomenally exquisite and a handsome ode to Black American dandyism!
Jenna Ortega
Jenna wears a bespoke Balmain.
Alex Newell
Doesn’t our Tony award-winning Alex look marvellous? She always radiates joy. Her Christian Siriano black ensemble handsomely complements her bounding spirit.
Shakira
Shakira dramatically walked the blue carpet in a hot pink Prabal Gurung with a voluminous train. She looks smashing and that necklace is fantastic!
Vittoria Ceretti
As a former classical dancer, you just know that I am a serious foot fetishist, and my but Vittoria rocks my world. Edward Enninful elegantly styled Vittoria in black Moncler x EE72 with the most gorgeous hood. And that ankle bracelet is everything, to be sure!
Ivy Getty
Like Aurora James, Ivy wears a Thebe Magugu design and the long flowing diaphanous looks work on both women. This pale yellow flowing and layered creation handsomely complements her looks. Love it!
Lorde
This understated silver-grey suit by Thom Browne works, though, Lorde seems both self-conscious and intent on hiding her body… odd.
Sabrina Carpenter
Our sexy dynamo full of allure and talent is wearing double tails by Louis Vuitton. I love the dark tones against her blonde locks. She is fierce, as ever!
Angèle
Belgian singer, Angèle walked the blue carpet in a mauve Chanel gown that was contrasted by fishnet stockings.
Savannah James
Savannah, LeBron James’s wife, wore a bespoke Hanifa whose fishtail design was a richly detailed pinstriped creation in maroon. It was, in fact, a lovely ode to dandyism right down to the matching tie.
Gigi Hadid
This gold lame Miu Miu worn by Gigi is one of the night’s better designs. There is so much rich detail and references in this look. At once the hair is an ode to World War II whilst the dress harks back to a Balmain design made famous by Josephine Baker who was a dandy extraordinaire!
Mona Patel
Mona is sharply dressed by Thom Browne in a commanding ode to dandyism right down to her adorable dog bag. Exquisite!
Monica Barbaro
Christian Dior was the choice for the celebration of dandyism and it works beautifully for Monica. The hat and skirt are wonderful. She looks amazing.
Kerry Washington
Bespoke Simkhai was one of the smartest choices on the blue carpet. Kerry’s silken balloon midi skirt and hat were glorious along with the plunging décolletage. The hat and matching gloves to the skirt made this a winning look.
Lisa
Lisa’s Louis Vuitton was one of the sexiest to walk the Met Gala blue carpet. All the talk of her being inappropriately dressed was absurd. She is not a grotesque 92 year old Joan Collins fleeing her casket in a no-win crusade for long lost youth. Lisa is both stunning and utterly ravishing.
Whitney Peak
A perfectly handsome Chanel suit is spoilt by the conceit of youth to masquerade the blue carpet of the Met gala with cigarette in hand. There is nothing either cool or sexy about cigarette smoking. Just hurry up get cancer and crawl into your casket. Gauche, hideously so!
Lana Del Rey
Walking the blue carpet with a stylish Alessandro Michele, Lana looked divine in her Valentino couture with the best display of feathers to walk the Met Gala in recent years.
Rosalia
Gorgeous bespoke Balmain made Rosalia’s usual cool that much more mysterious. Beautifully constructed design.
Precious Lee
Another dramatic design of Prabal Gurung’s to walk the blue carpet. Precious Lee commanded attention in her leopard print cape and brown body suit. She looks stunning!
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Sofia is dressed by Tommy Hilfiger. The bustle bow is a fabulous detail. She looks marvellous.
Rachel Brosnahan
Sergio Hudson created the most exquisite royal purple sheath that walked the blue carpet. Ms. Brosnahan looked positively regal.
Regina King
Who Decides War designed this gorgeous appliquéd pantsuit worn by the delightful Ms. King.
Keke Palmer
Vera Wang’s billowing skirt greatly brought the drama to the blue carpet. Keke’s is a great nod to dandyism. Her headdress is sublime.
Paloma Elsesser
Paloma wore another stunning Ferragamo design by Maximillian Davis. The combination of red with black stole is strikingly dramatic.
Jazmine Sullivan
Who Fears War designed the beautiful white ensemble worn by Jazmine with the most impressively powerful feet. The embroidered lace train is delicate, elegant.
Lauren Amos
Viktor and Rolf designed this engaging two-toned deconstructed gown of different fabrics. Lovely.
Issa Rae
Let’s talk kickass dandyism! Ozwald Boateng designed this exceptionally well-tailored monochromatic pantsuit as the actor, Issa embodied the dandy aesthetic. Beautiful!
Hope Smith
This gold and bronze Ozwald Boateng pantsuit is beautifully accessorised by Hope as she confidently walked the blue carpet. Her yellow blouse was the most contrasting against the red shoes and bag.
Danielle Deadwyler
Without doubt, this was the most unflattering Who Decides War design to walk the blue carpet. I don’t imagine that Danielle felt too well at the end of the night.
Diya Mehta Jatia
Diya’s sculptural ensemble was designed by Bloni. The cane and Nehru hat are a wonderful ode to dandyism. Lovely!
Miranda Kerr
Miranda epitomises Dior sophistication. Her netted headdress is marvellous, along with her black stilettos. Stunning sculptural design.
Oscar & Emilia Boateng
Naturally, Ozwald’s beautiful children are styled in his designs. Positively love Oscar’s suit. There’s no denying that their father, Ozwald is a superior tailor.
Gustav Magnar Witzoe
Billionaire scion who did not care about the dandy aesthetic. The caped Todd Patrick design, like the rose-filled Lucite briefcase was at best obtuse.
Al Sharpton
Naturally, Aisha McShaw designed Mr. Sharpton’s impeccable ode to the Black American dandy aesthetic. He looks positively marvellous!
Hailey Bieber
Hailey wore a black mini suit dress by Saint Laurent. Her look would have been better served had she worn black patent leather stilettos – open-toed platforms do not rise to the occasion.
Aimée Lee Wood
Priya Ahluwalla designed this black asymmetric ode to dandyism. If nothing else, the socks certainly do stand out.
Dasha Zukhova
May you never live in marvellously interesting times. How to make Prada look revoltingly cheap? Voilà!
Heidi Klum
Heidi glamorously graces the blue carpet, enrobed in a black Vetements maxi with train. Really loved Heidi’s candour in South Africa when interviewed about being at the EarthShot Prize, she had never heard of the “scheme” until she was approached to attend and serve as presenter. Indeed, in his jealous obsession with Prince Harry and his gorgeous Black American wife, Meghan Sussex, #peggalicious tries to flex by roping in celebrities, whom he clearly does not know and about whom he does not give a shit, to emulate Harry and Meghan’s clout.
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Anok Yai
Anok wears a avant-garde man’s suit as dress with black drop jacket cinched at the waist to drape over the contrasting white skirt. Love the knotted look of the jacket. As ever, she is Anok being playful and grounded.
Nick Brown & David Blasberg
Both husbands are neatly dressed, though, their designer assignations are unknown.
Amelia Gray Hamlin
Can you believe that she is wearing Valentino? More to the point, how exactly did she escape from the Muskokas.
Sydney Sweeney
Sydney wore black beaded Miu Miu, in an obvious ode to old Hollywood. She looked stunning.
Georgina Rodriguez
Beautiful sheer Vetements gown is ruined by her thick thighs being exposed.
Clairo
This is a beautifully detailed Valentino elegantly worn by Clairo. The bows and layers of frills are awesome. Quite beautiful.
Suki Waterhouse
Tough this is definitely not the most beautiful Michael Kors on the blue carpet, the scaled back jacket and tails look does indeed work.
Wendi Murdoch
Definitely an unusual Thom Browne silhouette worn by Ms. Deng. Gold and white with those boots work beautifully.
Laurie A. Combo & Bobby Digi Olisa
The most colourful civil servants to have walked the blue carpet. Everything about their look is an ode to dandyism uniqueness of expression. Spectacular!
Grace Murdoch
Grace with her mum to her rear, also dressed in Thom Browne. Love the rear view of her mum’s lace up boots. The pooch bag is also sweet for a young lady her age.
TEMS
Love the fabric’s design on this extraordinary Ozwald Boateng worn by African singer TEMS. I suppose that like Lauryn Hill’s ensemble the umbrella is a neo-colonial reference, which is a valid one as dandyism has transcended all epochs.
Olivia Sandelman
Nothing found on what this young, stylish Met Gala attendee wore. Life is like that!
Adrienne E. Adams
Joshua Myrie designed the gorgeous pantsuit wore by New York City Council speaker, Adrienne. Love the colour and the fabric looks warm and comfortable.
Rosé
Saint Laurent designed this sweeping trained black pantsuit with plunging décolletage, which nicely displayed the gorgeous pendant jewellery. She looks stunning and the trousers are über cool.
Charles Shaffer & Elizabeth Cordry Shaffer
Anna Wintour’s psychiatrist son and his lovely wife in a sweeping blue gown.
Jimmy Fallon
Which man does not look good in a Zenga suit? Love those shoes, too.
James Corden & Julia Carey
James and Julia were attired in bespoke BOSS. Love the pantsuit’s train.
Emma Chamberlain
Emma wears a bespoke Courrèges suit with train. The look is off by a mile.
Robert Soros & Jamie Singer Soros
Ms. Soros was dressed in bespoke Sergio Hudson. Positively love the colour, though, the hat is a bit large for an indoor evening event – at least in that colour.
Gale Brewer
New York City council member wore an appropriately dire ensemble.
Harry & Jill Kargman
Love his velvet smoking and her delicate netting and gloves… all in the details to be sure!
Freen Sarocha
Love the fur trim on this bespoke Valentino; however, the stockings are both garish and passé. A column skirt, even one with train, would have worked much better. The pink bow, though, is a gorgeous detail.
Giovanna Battaglia Englebert & Sora Choi
Sora obviously wears a Swarovski design. Love the pale blue on this very busy design.
Samara Joy Live @ Philharmonie de Paris March 2025
That’s right, for this old earth that we so love, we are gonna shoot the jizz in Brasil! We are gonna have us a Gay ole time at the SolarJizz Gala. Without doubt, #peggalicious and his *BAC posse are going to have a riotous time of debauched late night man-on-man loving, whether at Ipanema or Abricó beach. This will be the moving-centred aggressive-sexed one’s liberation and coming out romp through the country that annually hosts the world’s largest Gay Pride parade.
Catherine at Her Most Radiant
If the murmurs are to prove true, in due course, and the Waleses are to be officially divorced, let’s just take this time to salute Catherine. Let me make it perfectly clear, your first impressions matter, though, your opinions of someone’s actions in due course prove them unsavoury. The fact is that in the first minute of this video except from TRH The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s wedding in 2011, one was readily enamoured with Catherine and completely enthralled by her intoxicating allure. What is a woman at her wedding but a Queen being crowned, even Baron Richard Chartres, Bishop of London said as much that day. Look at Catherine’s eyes, she is utterly radiant and magical. It was the most sublime theatre. Catherine has always had great power in her projection of her Michael overleaves, her role in essence and who she has been reincarnationally in the British monarchy. Pupils fully dilated, Catherine was most ravishing.
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Catherine in the late 14th century was Mary du Bohun, first wife and Queen of King Henry IV’s. She died during childbirth with Philippa, who became Queen of Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Henry IV is currently, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales and her daughter, whom she did not know in that life, is currently her firstborn, HRH Prince George of Wales. Prince George is a fourth Mature King, and his closeness to his father is as much to do with a rich past-life history as it does William’s responsibility to groom Prince George to be sovereign in due course.
Catherine Snubs William
Not only are Catherine and William task companions, but she is a warrior soul to his scholar soul; they are also mature souls, which is beset by tempestuous emotionality and drama. There are two soul bonds that are most trying, yet the most compelling, that of task companions and essence twins. It is the one soul to whom you are most intensely bonded each time you encounter regardless the outward relationship when incarnate. Famous essence twins were Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, which is why they remarried and had such a volatile relationship. Essence twins are consumed with each other, especially when in a physical/romantic relationship to the exclusion of all others in their lives, especially so children. Less intense, but by no means not intense, is the relationship of task companions. Catherine is a fifth mature warrior and William and sixth mature scholar.
Catherine, King MotherPrince William
Regardless their sex, a warrior is always the dominant partner in any relationship whether as lovers, parent/child, friend/foe. Catherine having an energy body of 9 makes her steely and formidable foe for William or anyone. In the GIF above, William is being submissive to Catherine and his goal of acceptance plus is energy body of three (peacemaker, gracious, tactful, but archly manipulative, duplicitous when negatively focussed) is dowsed by Catherine’s brittle 9 energy body. Catherine’s mindset of 1 leaves her ruggedly individualistic and not given to be ‘out there’ or ‘on.’ Persons with 1 mindset are not social butterflies and would prefer nothing better than to stay indoors and let the world “go fuck right off” – this is why Catherine was dubbed ‘Princess Do-Little by The Late Queen Elizabeth II. Catherine is a warrior and knows her power. As of July 22, 20213, she became the most powerful woman in the House of Windsor, even more so than The Queen – she became future king mother.
Get Off Me!
As the preceding clip validates, William with his 9 mindset is quite capable of giving as good as he gets. 9 energy is about being fault-finding, nitpicking, difficult, snobbish, boorish, shit-disturbing, obstreperous. It is virtually impossible to cohabit with a person who is 9 energy anything, however, when you have a couple who both have 9 in their numerology and they happen to be task companions, you can expect nothing but prickly, combustible relations at least once per week. 9 energy is simply exhausting. It has not been easy for Catherine, but she is a warrior and will always give as good as she gets. Task companions, even if they mate for life, will at some point have to live separately to avoid destroying each other or simply imploding of exhaustion. In the case of Catherine and William they each need an ‘out’ from each other; how they manage to, is their business. However, it is plain to see that William has had enough of putting up with shit; he was simply not brought up to take shit from anyone.
Scotland 2023Jamaica 2022London 2011
There has been serious disruption in their relationship and it is hard to know whether she suffered a breakdown when slapped with a demand for a separation or divorce; perhaps King Charles simply wants them not to make his waning years wrought with the same drama that plagued his mum’s reign as he fought and destroyed, in tandem with Queen Camilla, Diana, Princess of Wales’s life. Ultimately, William is the product of a divorce, so he may well see himself entitled to walk away from a problem marriage just as much as his father did. Too, there is the matter of his being heir and having the right to dispense with a wife, if he’s had enough. William is the principal and whatever he does, the kingdom with slavishly obey and support him in his wishes.
Easter Sunday 2025 Royal Family St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle
There were two lies widely disseminated about the Waleses not being in attendance at Easter Sunday service, 2025. William does not like going to church. The Waleses chose to spend Easter with Catherine’s family in Bucklebury. Naturally, after having been exposed for being on their second skiing holiday weeks earlier, the Waleses nor their gutter press henchmen could not speciously allege that they were away, owing to Catherine’s cancer recovery, leaving her a bit under the weather. Her sister, Philippa Matthews has already outed Catherine’s cancer fakery by stating to the press that Catherine has not been ill in the traditional sense. Hours later, Catherine’s sister Philippa’s remarks disappeared from the press. Naturally, William has recently consulted the legal firm which his late mother, whom he dismissed as paranoid, Diana, Princess of Wales’s employed during her divorce. Of course, Catherine has not attended the last two state banquets as separated or divorced royals can no longer wear tiaras.
Drunk and barefooted in Courchevel. Skiing cancer break. Predatory in Birmingham
Second skiing trip of the year, in between which was a jaunt to Mustique for the cancer-faker to sun herself and not give a damn about the little people. I just don’t get how The Waleses have such open contempt for the kingdom. Stop making excuses for William stating that he did not attend Easter Sunday service 2025 because he does not like going to church. That is his duty as heir and future sovereign as Supreme Governor of the Church of England. Granted that Easter Sunday service is classified as a family event; however, both Sovereign and heir have attended for the optics of it. Let’s also not forget that William is not a cancer sufferer, despite how gaunt and god awful he looks on meeting Trump at the Paris embassy in December, 2025, which is more likely due to his alcoholism. However, if as Poland and Vladimir Putin have openly stated that they know that Charles is not William’s father, even going so far as to state that his father is 4th Baron Rothschild, that would certainly explain his disinterest in having to attend church services. I might also add, there is much credence given to those claims when William bears an uncanny resemblance to a famous Canadian Ashkenazy film industry professional’s son.
Mere Milquetoast William Brusquely Dismissed by the Felon Boor
Just look at the way the lightweight, royal poseur and as claimed, interloper, is dismissed and shoved out of the way by the felon, who has evaded justice thanks to the power of racism in America. William is gaunt, looks unwell or it may well be that he’s just a damn drunk. As ever, the energy body of 3, has him do his studied hand-clasping routine to no effect as Trump knows that there is no one more important than himself, positively no one. All the world is a stage, indeed, and at that level of society there are no secrets. Trump would turn on William in a nanosecond if it suited his agendum at the moment. William has no cache; he’s built up no capital as a statesman. He has kept his sniffing, twitchy interloper ghoulish hide in the wings, too afraid and unaware of the bigger picture to ever venture centre stage.
Trump, Macron, Zelensky. No William
The Daily Mail’s specious assertions that William at Pope Francis’s funeral proved himself an elder statesman who had the forethought to bring Presidents Trump and Volodymyr Zelensky together, is pure sophistry. William was never present and why would he be, all three men do not waste their time, thinking of William as a statesman; William is not. The thing about all 3 energy body persons is that they are also the most charming, totally superficial and polished operators. To the core, though, they are each one, the most backstabbing duplicitous and manipulative energy body you’ll ever encounter. To be sure, the most dominant statesman with the keenest, shrewdest intellect is Macron. Notice that he declined shaking Trump’s hand. Macron knows that Trump is a damn fool and a menace. Macron shook Zelensky’s hand to remind him not to take the fool seriously and that no matter what, those who matter have Zelensky’s back, not Trump. Trump is energy body of 5 – liar, fool, crazy and dangerous. Zelensky is energy body of 7 – amoral, cutthroat and survivalist. Marcon is energy body of 3, the most ruthless, strategic, and purposeful assassin of the lot.
HM King George VHRH Prince William The Prince of Wales
King George V has the exact same numerology as Prince William. Added to all, that William is a sixth mature Scholar soul who is moving centred. This is someone who not only screams and is difficult in the extreme, the saying shoots first then asks later, is endemic of persons who are moving centred. This, of course, was borne out in Prince Harry’s SPARE when he told of the kitchen incident at Nottingham Cottage when William confronted Harry, assaulted him, shoved him to the floor then quickly recoiled afterwards and demanded that he not speak about it to Meghan. The incident validates exactly what someone who is 3 energy bodied and moving centred would do in such a situation. Also, William has a goal of acceptance, in the positive pole, these are the kindest, gentlest most loving persons; however, in the negative pole, they slip to its opposite goal of Rejection and do just that with everyone… everything. William when encountered in dreams is always focussed in his goal of acceptance. William, though, is a scholar soul and there are more assassins, bullies, executioners, gangsters, serial killers who are scholars than not – they do not do emotions. They simply do not care. Queen Camilla is also a scholar soul, which explains why she was so driven and obsessed with stalking and literally driving Diana, Princess of Wales out of her life. In this life, William has chosen a goal of acceptance to temper his innate inability to care, give a damn and not be arrogant as all hell. Obviously, one of the reasons why he has a drinking problem is because he is so rarely focussed in his goal of acceptance. All the ‘drama’ against the Sussexes is manipulated by him; he is excessive in the extreme. It does not help that he is on the spectrum as this would mean an almost diabolical obsession with Meghan as we see being played out. Unmistakably, William’s callous dismissal of Harry and his Black wife, is precisely like King George V’s response to the Romanovs, his relatives, “Let them eat lead!” In essence, William sees Harry with his Black wife and their son, Prince Archie, whom he dismissed by stating, “I’m already an uncle,” as much a liability for the House of Windsor’s image as George V saw the equally foreign, Russian relations, Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family. The specific combination of the four numbers 2, 3, 5 and 9 has the exact motivation and results for both King George V and Prince William, The Prince of Wales, which in their case is: 3.9.2 = 5.
Meghan: It’s Your Brother, I’m Not Going to Say Anything about Your Brother
Meghan, possessed of master number 11, displays a greater intellect than William or Catherine. With that statement by Meghan, “It’s your brother, I’m not going to say anything about your brother. It’s so obvious.” Meghan displays her mettle and her superior intellect. Meghan is more shrewd than any other member of the House of Windsor and they know it. She terrifies them, yet she has said nothing save elegantly state fact in the most poised manner before Oprah and the world. That interview is an historic document which will be celebrated, in time, for what a master strategist Meghan is. She was after all the Tudor matriarch, Margaret Beaufort, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I.
Paris Match April 2, 2025 Edition
Another display of William’s controlling, duplicitous energy body of 3 on display occurred when this exposé of him and family on their second skiing holiday of 2025 appeared. This, of course, occurred weeks after they had been to Mustique; she, cancer-faker Catherine, likely laid around in the sun, being thermoregulatory aka sunbathing – reptilian that she is, and likely without a hat. I know of no one with cancer who goes skiing twice in as many months with a sunbathing holiday thrown in for relief. William has been incandescent with rage and threatened legal action for the French publication having invaded his privacy.
Catherine Visits with Scouts
Naturally, this was good for the idle arrogant principals to have released an old video of #sportykate getting down with the Scouts. Purely PR, the scout visit video dropped a week after the Paris Match exposé, though, the visit had occurred the month prior. That’s right, nothing to see here, move along and go lynch the #yank. What these not very bright third-tier pantomime players do not realise, is that in releasing this tawdry video in response to the Paris Match exposé, proves that Catherine has not been sick with cancer. Her sick subplot has been about buying her damage repair and an overhaul of her image, in response to the racist royals exposé in Omid Scobie’s Endgame.
Cancer-Stricken Catherine Initiates Kiss with Female Wimbledon Champion 2024
When you need an excuse to counter why you have refused to tour predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa, you make it so that you are too ill to even do a full schedule of royal engagements within the kingdom. Post disappearing act, the pantomime’s thermoregulatory reptilian, Catherine, now does Trooping the Colour, St. Patrick’s Day, Remembrance Sunday and her wishy-washy Christmas Carol nonsense, which unsurprisingly is about as engaging as she is charismatic.
Going to Rio!
Having launched a not too successful hostile takeover of Sentebale, along comes #peggalicious drunkenly flexing. With an obligatory Black woman in the announcement, fiendishly the Windsor interloper gloats at his latest attack on Harry’s superior accomplishments as he announces his latest vanity venture, which is truly an ode to folie de grandeur.
Darlings Sip Your Tea
As the drunken interloper can’t for a nanosecond stop obsessing over Meghan, the wayward bastard has sprung for more drama. That’s right, the 9 mindset and that drama-crazed 5 fourth number lusts for more than just debauched sex; it also wants revenge against the Negro Yank that dare try to enter the Guglielean court. Absolutely not! Under no circumstances is the fourth baron’s bastard suffering any such indignity… just imagine the Vesuvian screams every time that delicate, spectrum fare #peggalicious experiences at the thought of Meghan, let alone Meghan failing to be bothered by his lunatic existence, after having very firmly, a tone filled with rumbling tectonics, stating, “If you don’t mind, keep your finger from my face…”
Lizard-Lipped Hillbilly
So like a loyal sex slave, with the sort of pretty Jo-Beth Vance eyes, to be bearded and moustachioed; all the better to tickle the rim with bristly stubble. This grovelling nez brun, like pure white Texas calla lily, has the flute of its two major orifices – anus and mouth – stuffed and pegged good by fingers, fist and cock as the Guglielean court has taken febrile debauched shape. There is positively nothing about this no-chinned, snivelling kiss-ass that says that he did not spend his youth in America, passionately consumed with racially predatory animus towards Blacks. Finally at the ass-sniffing Guglielean court, he’s flowered into quite the malodorous specimen; indeed, this is no mere calla lily, he’s nothing but a stinking, showy agave Americana. The easiest thing for the White tribe to do, in their obsession with Blacks, is tell a lie and readily, they’ve long assumed that it will be either believed or true for saying so.
Gay Ole Brasileiro
That’s right, girlfriend, you take the Guglielean court’s harem of *BAC and go to Rio and have yourselves a Gay ole time. Thermoregulating your reptilian, no-calved, flat-assed, clit-nosed, lizard-lipped melanin-deficient freakdom at Ipanema then partying long into the night, pegged, bothered whilst having a well-fisted drunken, wasted time of it after the SolarJizz prize, is ultimately where it is at. Darling long before you reincarnated cum interloper, we’ve been there, done that… you are neither a mystery nor are we fooled. Go on, Jacob Lusk, take us to church and sing these tired fools to the back of the bathhouse…
Bennie and the Jets by Jacob Lusk Library of Congress Gershwin PrizeSão Paulo Gay Pride. Brasil…
That’s right, flying down to Rio, in the country with the largest Gay Pride parade, if not the planet’s largest Gay population. Though it is now impossible to find, back in 2023, there was a revelatory video of #peggalicious at SolarJizz in Singapore where he had a member of his entourage who was seen walking a few paces ahead, energetically get the attendant crowds to start screaming, clapping and going into sycophantic meltdown as the charisma-challenged interloper approached.
Adrienne Warren TINA The Musical Royal Variety Performance 2018
Not only was this a great performance – those chops, but Harry & Meghan were the royals in attendance that night in November, 2018. I could not manage a ticket to the Aldwych Theatre production when visiting in November, 2018; I would love to have seen her commanding performance.
Prince Andrew, Duke of York 19.2.1960 Year of the Rat 1.3.1 = 5
Well, what have we here, on the magnificent day of the funeral of Pope Francis – a truly beautiful and unsurpassed affair, Andrew was suddenly uppermost in everyone’s consciousness. It was only the weekend prior that the delusional boor was front and centre at the Easter Sunday service at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor. Perhaps, this was an attempt to rehabilitate his image and welcome him back into the royal fold; however, a week later the tide has definitely turned. Rather conveniently, the suicide of the American trafficked by Jeffrey Epstein with an unsavoury and undeniable association to Andrew had suicide. Certainly, it all stinks and it was HLM, Queen Elizabeth II who paid off the trafficked American woman 13£m.
Palais des Festivals, Cannes
What was to be expected was that product of 182 years of reparations to Britons for the financial blow to them, for having mightily profited from the enslavement of Blacks, to raise her rear right leg and engage in classist condescension. True to form, there was viscomtesse Victorianus de Herpees copping hauteur and feigning compassion about the trafficked American’s suicide, which without doubt does not pass the sniff test. Of course, one could expect nothing less from the Cannes Festival yacht-hopping zombie. To look at it, you just know that like a urinal in a high-trafficked, very cruisy washroom, it’s perpetually pissed on and full of cum. Enough about bipedal urinals. How exactly are the Fleet Street abattoir hacks and the senior royals going to address this obvious wrinkle in Andrew’s rehabilitation? What new plot twist next for the macabre pantomime?
Reptilian humanoids from Luigi Serafini’s Codex Seraphinianus
It is abundantly clear to those who choose to perceive that some are decidedly not like us. They who thermoregulate are remarkably queer. They are also clearly of reptilian stock, which is why they are consumed with thermoregulating; it is in their genes. The too-short arms, the legs sans calves, the smell, the thin reptilian lips and the need to be ever focussed in the reptilian brain stem – violent, predatory… indeed, cannibalistic.
Naomi Campbell Met Gala 2019
May 2019, After Meghan wedded Prince Harry and became the first Black royal in the House of Windsor, Pierpaolo Piccioli had Naomi star in his stunning campaign that year, which predominantly featured Black models for the Valentino haute couture show. It was stunning. So then look at the old reptilian Hollywood casting couch worker in back, hissing away. Desperately, she is trying to get into the shot but she knows Naomi will have none of it, and why should she? All that casket fugitive had ever done was banged what few Straight actors there were in Hollywood, most notably Warren Beatty, yet he still never her had her star in any of his films. Fast forwards a couple of years and there is the clit-nosed thermoregulating reptilian – they with the skin that does not fare too well with age (ew) and she is out front hissing and lynching Meghan at every opportunity. Notice the way she flicks the fan because, how dare ‘she’ Naomi, get all that attention when she is nothing more than those of enslaved stock. Work that fan, you blasted oxygen thief. Go on, your shadow’s tired of your reflection in the mirror, it’s warming your casket.
King Leopold II of BelgiumHRH Catherine, The Princess of Wales
Leopold 9.4.1835 Year of the Goat 9.4.3 = 7. Catherine 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4
One of the hallmarks of persons with an energy body of 9, is that they are incredibly racist… regardless of race. 9 energy body persons are ruthless, cold, sadistic, vengeful and given to being violent, bullying. Of course, one only ever hears of Meghan being bullying, which is truly all about #peggalicious and his #mumblelina beard projecting like mad. Leopold II was not only racist but he went to great lengths to make sure that there were no historical ambiguities about his racist convictions. As future King Mother, Catherine too is possessed of immense power and given her chance to flex her reptilian claws, well of course she would readily do so. After all, it is not as though Meghan were of Jewish heritage… far from it. Moreover, Catherine and Leopold II have three numbers in common. If you want to know what Leopold II was like to some degree but not exactingly so, as they do not have the same numbers in same positions as George V & Prince William, take a keen look at Catherine. Both Catherine and Leopold II have/had 9 and 3 in the same position with the third number they share, 4, in different positions but they numerologically are/were rather similar.
TRH Prince & Princess of Wales, William & Catherine
Not for a second does one forget or cut these two slack for their racially predatory ugliness towards not just Meghan, but Harry too. The magic, theatre and allure that was a royal wedding – that once in a generation spectacle that we had last witnessed with Charles and Diana, was upon us, 14 years ago. Now here was a brunette, with sparkling eyes and radiant smile with a long, delicate neck. She was, at her wedding, perfection in her Alexander McQueen haute couture; she glowed and was ravishing on April 29, 2011 – the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena. Then, from the start in the carriage ride to Buckingham Palace from William initially sitting incorrectly, to not waiting until Catherine was sat before doing so, but they rowed all the way down the mall to Buckingham Palace. This is the push-pull nature of the task companion relationship. They have been openly hostile towards each other; they are both possessed of 9 energy and do not give a damn what their public displays look like. So on the occasion of their fourteenth wedding anniversary, not only is the cancer-stricken Catherine been on two skiing trips this year, but she has also been to indulge in some reptilian thermoregulating in Mustique, but now here she is openly drinking in public. No other royal woman has been more photographed not just with drink in hand but openly drinking than Catherine. Catherine is, among other things, a drunk – thereby discrediting the notion that she has been cancer-stricken all this time. They are, fourteen years on, not close. William hands are always clasped and never engaging her. Even when they were stood with backs to the camera, in the money shot, William chose to look down rather than at her or with head lovingly, protectively leaning in towards her.
BBC Royal Wedding of TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge, William and Catherine
As I am a keen observer of human behaviour and also a hopeless romantic, at least thrice annually, I look at the Cambridges’ wedding. Similarly, I do the same for TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussexes’ wedding. Weddings are a beautiful human ritual; these royal weddings are also about observing human inter-dynamics, society and Britain’s class system. Regardless the strained relations between both royal brothers and their families, they are still Diana, Princess of Wales’s sons and for that reason, I will never tire, looking at both their weddings and, beyond their flaws, not see the beauty of their late mum in them. Watching their weddings always reminds me how much, Diana, Princess of Wales was a positive force in the world. Do not ever forget what Harry said to Oprah, and in this case, William does not get to get away, leave from the woman who stalked his mother, broke up her marriage and caused unimaginable pain – the pain of betrayal which William has been left to re-enact with his brother, Harry.
*BAC – backward-pussied, ass-eating, cocksuckers, of which #Peggalicious’s posse includes the foxy but straight-acting, Christian type, The Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk, Jaysun Nuffnuff – the chinless hillbilly fabulist, Jasmine middlebottom, the aggressive bottom retriever. There are others, of course, but they all have this much in common – they are all dark-haired, favour beards, moustaches and are passionately obsessed with dining out en derrière.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at the Grenfell community kitchen
The morning after the June, 2017 Grenfell Tower inferno, which left the skies above Chelsea where I visited aglow, The Queen rolled up and paid the site, its devastated and displaced occupants a visit. As ever, she was fragile, gracious and commanded one’s attention and respect. She attended with Prince William as their visit was covered uninterrupted on Live local TV.
HM Queen Elizabeth II & HRH Prince William, The Duke of Cambridge
At the time, I thought it so odd that they came and commiserated, or at least appeared to have, then they were off. It was a, “so sorry for your plight now made worse with this added burden. Oh well, I guess I must be off now, carry on then!” I felt compelled to make a donation, as clearly there was no such largesse coming from the Windsor gang.
Doria and The Duke & Duchess of Sussex
The following year just shy of three months after they glorious Spring wedding, the Duke & Duchess of Sussex, accompanied by Doria arrived for a special gathering. It was such a glowing, heartwarming scene as an obviously proud, Prince Harry, looked on as his wife, Meghan, attended the book launch of Together Our Community Cookbook, for which she had written the foreword.
Together. Our Community Cookbook
Within a year of her engagement and marriage, Meghan, the American with can-do spirit, had produced a gift for the people of the devastated Grenfell Tower community, one that would be all about giving back and making their struggle less arduous. This single act was so revolutionary; Meghan with her cookbook had demonstrated the true meaning of charity. She showed up with what mattered most, something practical and useful that could be of true assistance to the community. It was obvious at the book launch on September 17, 2018 that the newly minted Duchess of Sussex was beloved by the common folk of the Grenfell community.
Royal Tour of The Duke & Duchess of Sussex, 2018
A month later, October 2018, Harry and Meghan were off on their inaugural royal tour in the southern hemisphere. The following month, November the Firm, the institution and the royals who were threatened by Meghan and what she represented, went to work. So along came Camilla Tominey of the Telegraph starting the lynching and character assassination of Meghan with the lie that “Meghan made Catherine cry.”
Marie-Christine racially attacks Meghan using blackamoor brooch, December 2017
Where was Camilla Tominey, in December 2017, the year prior, declaring that Marie-Christine, “Princess Michael of Kent made Meghan cry.” Of course, she hadn’t and did it really matter? Tough, if the Yank couldn’t take a joke, right? They threw much at Meghan behind the scenes and Meghan adapted, proving herself Tungsten and worth it.
The Duke & Duchess of Sussex The Mountbatten Music Festival, March 2020
Meghan has master number 11 and for all of us, we are phoenix-like; 11 is an immensely transformative number and it is also about mastery… self-mastery. We are empowered by the colour of red, we are empowered, focussed, strategic and dominant when thusly enrobed. Here, Meghan is being a phoenix, throwing off the mantle of royal drama, politics – family, jealousy, the Firm, the press intrusion. In the proceeding photograph, Meghan wore that stunning red dress to the Mountbatten Music Festival; it was purely strategic.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex on Oprah Interview, March 2021
Here, in interview with the incomparable Oprah Winfrey, Meghan is being most strategic in her choice of clothing. She wears a black Giorgio Armani lotus dress. Ever self-aware, Meghan chose this dress and its colour because she was being deadly focussed and laying down the law in a very intensely vicious fight with the royals beyond her late Majesty, The Queen. She exposed the royals’ racism, vulnerably spoke of her suicidal ideation thanks to the acute racial animus that she experienced within the institution, the family and the media. To make her point, she chose that black Giorgio Armani because the dress bore a lotus flower; the most exquisitely beautiful flower which can only bloom for being mired in a swamp… utter filth – the royals, the institution, the royal rota and British media at large.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex in Nigeria, May, 2024
Meghan, summer of 2024, our Queen’s got something going on… stuff is cooking… there is that red again. Two marvellous tours in both Nigeria and Columbia but that red dress was putting us on notice… do standby…
POLO Netflix Docuseries, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex executive producers, December, 2024
Coming on strong, here were Harry & Meghan, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, executive producers for the most exciting sporting docuseries on Netflix… on any of the streamers. From Louis Devaleix’s deliciously high octane vituperativeness, tempered by his tender love for his beautiful wife, and his mother-in-law who brings out the much-loved son in him. Poroto Cambiaso and Timmy Dutta brought the youth appeal.
Louis Devaleix, Adolfo & Poroto Cambiaso, Tim Dutta, Harry & Meghan, Nacho, Delfina Figueras H & M
Too, there is the arc of father son bond of Adolfo & Poroto Cambiaso with Poroto displacing his father at the top of Argentine Polo. The beautifully shot and moving docuseries is completed by Harry & Meghan with their trusted companions Nacho & Delfina Figueras pulling it all together in a commanding and winning project for powerhouse streamer, Netflix.
Meghan 2025… Something’s Cooking!
After the seventh wave’s retreat, a horizon beyond hung shrouded in mystery. What is about to come our way, we wondered, as Meghan playfully teased us.
Meghan The Duchess of Sussex on Instagram
Goodness me, not only was Meghan returned to Instagram, but with phoenix-like heroism, she proved that mighty seventh wave that swept us all away, yet again.
Let’s Go! With Love, Meghan Netflix
Tabarnak de frigging Christ, then along comes this most soul-intoxicating aperitif, further pulling us under. We are fully submerged in Meghan’s winning magic. Netflix knows that matters not what the baying detractors say, filled with lies and nonsense, doing #Peggalicious and the little grovelling bastard’s bidding, Meghan is not just the most feared woman on the planet. Netflix knows that Meghan is the most powerful woman on the planet… not just Black woman on the planet.
The Maddening Dissonance of Trolls, Royal Experts, Meghan & Harry Detractors
So let them sit there, cackling, baying and frothing at the mouth, perpetually lying and wishing ill, from Lady Battyface Camp-Balls, to gap-toothed Lady Tittydown, or the pasty XXXL Irish bully with an arse as wide as the fucking Panama Canal, to that disproportionate gaggle of genocide-deniers who know that every lie they tell, will be readily believed. How does it even matter? This also includes the barrel-hipped nez brun who’s on the outs with #Peggalicious’s *BAC posse; he who has to date driven two persons to suicide. Why even bother paying it any mind? Neither they nor their noise is any business of Meghan’s; they do not matter!
With Love, Meghan. Netflix
And there it is, the strategy of Meghan’s self-mastery. She is back and not just with a revamped version of The Tig. This time, she has gone one better, she is got a cooking lifestyle brand on Netflix with American Riviera Orchard kitchenware, dinnerware on offer. That is the greatest master stroke. With the aptly titled lifestyle series on Netflix, Meghan is reminding the royals what it was all about. She was removed from their midst because in having spearheaded and produced the Together cookbook, she showed up the Firm, the Royals and the Media for what lazy, ne’er-do-wells the royals truly are. Imagine that, in under a year, Meghan breezes into the institution and shows them by her actions what true charity looks like. She met without fanfare with the affected, displaced, untouchable Grenfell community, gave them a renewed sense of community and in the process, created a vehicle, the Together Our Community Cookbook, which to this day spectacularly fundraises for the ravaged community.
Pancake flipped by Catherine, The Princess of Wales – Looks more like Chittlins
Go on Meghan, prove to the world, across all time, that service truly is universal. It isn’t just about showing up in a pretty frock, grinning like a semi-feral gibbon en chaleur; it’s about doing the leg work, uplifting and inspiring others. It is not about showing up gurning like a drunken loon to flip a skillet that’s as flat as #Mumblelina’s arse, talking crap about flipping pancakes. Good lord, just look at Eliza Doolittle, drunk to the gills without so much as a fuck-all clue. The poor loon, no longer attending state banquets because as is the norm for separated royals, one can no longer wear a tiara. Then, too, there was the lack of a signature on the wreath left by William at the Cenotaph at Remembrance Sunday ceremony, November, 2024.
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Meghan’s arrival on the scene proved disruptive. For that, the royals have unleashed a relentless campaign of character assassination, disinformation, enlisting all manner of readily bought detractors who troll for the prospect of proximity to the royals. These agents have multiple lines of attack, one being that the duchess was never pregnant and there are no offspring of Harry’s born to Meghan. Further, they try and eviscerate her Blackness from royal history by attempting to fracture the Sussexes’ relationship. They are forever implying that the couple are separated and living apart. Furthermore, they are ever implying that Harry is sick of being in America and desperate to return to the royal fold. Naturally, as everything is readily blamed on Meghan, they suggested that the Netflix deal has runs its course and as the Sussexes are running out of money, Harry will be returning to England but preferably without Meghan.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex & Tyler Perry
What are these desperate fabulists on about? Princess Lilibet’s godfather is a billionaire, which means that there is zero likelihood of Meghan and Harry going broke. Furthermore, with a billionaire godfather, there is positively no way that Harry & Meghan are leaving their bucolic California dream; more importantly, there is no need for the Sussex family to relocate to England. They have been racially preyed on, their lives threatened and police protection pulled.
Master strategists, Meghan and Harry have been guided to their point of power. With Love, Meghan is about to show the world precisely why Meghan and Harry were sent packing. In a few short months, with Together Our Community Cookbook, Meghan exposed the fraudulent operations of the Firm which masquerade its staged appearances and passing them off as acts of charity. In essence, the royals do not do sweet fuck all. So Meghan’s character was attacked and made out to be a bully and wanting to do things as never before they had been done. Of course C4’s Dispatches: The King, The Prince & Their Secret Millions serves to further expose the extent of the fraudulence on the part of the royals and the great lengths to which they go to maintain and protect their unscrupulous swindle. The investigation was undertaken by C4’s Dispatches program in conjunction with The Times and Daily Mirror newspapers. Between the Together cookbook & Netflix’s With Love, Meghan, Charles & William have been further exposed for the venal, racist, money-grubbing boors that they are. Indeed, karma is like that.
Phoenix Mandala for John Hirsch by Merlin, 1979
Recently, when having my burgeoning art collection appraised, I happened on this glorious gem, created by Merlin forty-five years ago in 1979. After having been mentored by him, and directed shows at The Stratford Festival Theatre, where John Hirsch was artistic director, Merlin created the mandala for his mentor. John and his artist lover, Jean-Emile Sanscartier, lived at 187 Hudson Drive in Toronto’s tony Moore Park neighbourhood. Both Merlin & John were sick with full-blown AIDS, though, John had taken ill after Merlin. John’s last birthday, his 59th, proved quite the send-off. Everyone from the Hungarian Jewish mafia as John lovingly called his friends and colleagues was there, including Merlin & I – Merlin at that point was birdlike and frail even more so than John. Barbara & Murray Frum were there and many in the film world had also flown in from Los Angeles. It was a very grey, drizzly spring evening, for his May 1, birthday celebration. There were lots of tears, never displayed before John.
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Here was a man who had been spirited out of Hungary by train as every other relative in every possible direction had continued on to concentration camps and death. Though for being Black, I was made to feel at times as though the help, no one there knew, save Merlin who thought it best never to advertise the fact, that I was of Sephardic heritage to their Ashkenazy blood. Barrick Gold CEO Peter Munk had been earlier before our arrival and it had been Peter’s father, Louis who had spirited John Hirsch and other young kids by train to eventually settle in Canada. John felt especially guilty, as he confided in Merlin towards the end, in not having carried on the bloodline; of course, today it would have been possible where not so when he lived. It was overwhelming seeing this mandala after all those years tucked away. I lost a few tears but as John would have it, I began playing his ‘Ella’ the music of Ella Fitzgerald because let’s face it, we are – all of us, men-loving-men, drag queens who readily howl in tune when no one’s watching, be it Edith Piaf, Madonna, Céline Dion, Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, Barbra Streisand, Sarah Vaughan and most of all John’s favourite, Ella!
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In the dead of the night, on August 1, 1989, John Hirsch died at Toronto’s Mount Sinai Hospital. The next day, my 29th birthday, Merlin insisted that I go to work at the greenhouse. He wanted to be alone and privately mourn his mentor, John. Calling him at noon as the most massive thunderstorm drenched the city, we both cried silently, mostly drowned out by the rain and thunder. Excusing myself from work early, I hurried home and together we hugged and cried as John was gone, which inevitably meant that Merlin would be leaving in due course. We listened to the recording, Vladimir Horowitz At Home, then bravely headed to celebrate my birthday at a lovely restaurant in Yorkville. Merlin died three months later, on his mother’s 75th birthday.
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Michael: John was a fifth level mature warrior in passion mode, with a goal of dominance, a pragmatist in the moving part of intellectual centre.
This fragment had a Mars/Saturn body type.
John’s primary chief feature was arrogance with a strong secondary of impatience.
This fragment has a warrior essence twin, who is alive, and they may choose to meet when the fragment who was John reincarnates, during the first two decades of the new millennium.
In fact, he may choose to be born to his essence twin who is now a 16-year-old school girl but who would probably be closer to 26 years when the fragment who was John decides to reincarnate. She is Israeli, living in the city of Jerusalem.
John was second-cast in his cadence and his cadence is fourth in the greater cadence. He is a member of entity two – making him entity mates with George Hawken and Jesse Hawken – cadre four, greater cadre 7, pod/node 414; he has known both the fragment Arvin and the fragment who was Merlin in many prior lives.
He and Merlin are, in fact, old comrades-at-arms, which is the closest non-essence bond of all.
He has an artisan task companion, who is the fragment Jean-Emile Sanscartier, his lover in the immediate past life. Unfortunately, Jean-Emile’s chief feature stood in the way of their life task and it will likely be completed in a future life together.
This is an artisan-cast warrior with strong scholar energy in his casting. There is also a great deal of drama here and in the past, this has been put to good use on the stage, both in classical Greece and in fairly contemporary times in England.
A recent pivotal life for this warrior fragment was in the late nineteenth century, in 1878, when as a Zulu Warrior/shaman; he fought alongside Cetewayo, against the British and learned the agonising power of defeat, when they lost their struggle in following years and lived to see their homeland annexed.
He also learned, in this very recent life, the power of the dance in uniting the tribe and this lesson aided him greatly in his immediate past life. (1998)
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Ella Fitzgerald in Concert in Sweden, 1963
Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals
Don Abney & Oscar Peterson – Piano
Ray Brown – Bass
Jo Jones – Drums
Herb Ellis – Guitar
Roy Eldridge – Trumpet
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*BAC – backward-pussied, ass-eating, cocksuckers of which #Peggalicious’s posse includes the foxy but straight-acting, Christian type, The Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk, Jaysun Nuffnuff – the chinless hillbilly fabulist, Jasmine, the aggressive bottom retriever, Simi, the shit-obsessed encased pet fly. There are others, of course, but they all have this much in common – they favour beards, moustaches and are passionately obsessed with dining out en derrière.
For the last several years, members of the royal family have done and said positively nothing whilst Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex has been subjected to the most intense anti-Black racism. Meghan has become the most hated Black woman in history. By their silence, at every turn – Jeremy Clarkson’s editorial attack comes to mind, days before he went to lunch with Queen Camilla in Mayfair – members of the royal family have sanctioned this violent abuse.
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During this time, after having relocated to America, Prince Harry & Meghan have steadfastly remained focussed on their core principle – service is universal. Though removed, it has not been far enough, the campaign to drive Meghan to self-destruct, for Harry to abandon his marriage and return home to the UK has intensified rather than not.
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Then just like that, Queen Elizabeth II departed and the winds of change were upon us. And how like a rapacious chinook, Elizabeth in her wake began exacting her revenge for things that were done in violation of her will and which she knew, threatened not just her legacy but would prove an existential threat to the House of Windsor.
HM King Charles III Commonwealth Day Speech, March 2023
Thus that most expedient of levellers was upon us, the season of Karma was at hand. As recent events have dramatised to the displeasure of the world beyond the island kingdom and photographic agents, the House of Windsor was up to its MO of slight of hand. Firstly, Charles alarmed us with news soon after his prostate exam that he had cancer. This seemed to cover Catherine, HRH the Princess of Wales’ sudden hospitalisation in mere days after being seen at Christmas day service in Sandringham.
Catherine, Charlotte & George, Christmas Day, 2023, Sandringham Estate
Seemingly, Catherine’s hospitalisation to deal with a stomach procedure had been planned yet there were events in the court circular which had to be cancelled at the last minute. At Christmas, Catherine wore a black turtleneck which like her long-sleeved bright blue coat covered up as much of her body as possible. Too, the coats brightness, unlike the usual dark, rich greens and burgundies, threw the light away from her body making her appear bulkier than she actually was. Added to all that were the unusually thick padded knee-high black boots that nicely gave a fuller silhouette to her deftly disguised illness-ravaged body.
Catherine, HRH the Princess of Wales announces cancer & chemotherapy March 22, 2024
March 22, 2024, Catherine appeared alone on a bench with springtime blooms framing her. She was distant, pained and wore bulky clothing to hide her true state. She struggled to speak at times and though sounding as upbeat as Queen Elizabeth II during her Covid lockdown speech when declaring, ‘We’ll be together again,” which in hindsight was a farewell speech, so too was Catherine’s less than three-minute speech, a farewell speech. Catherine never disclosed what kind of cancer it was, or what stage she was at but merely stated that she is receiving chemotherapy. Catherine is likely terminally ill and this is why the secrecy these past 88 days.
Photographs by Catherine, HRH the Duchess of Cambridge Borneo, 2012
The botched photos were a distraction; obviously, Catherine had not taken that photo of her with her children on Mother’s Day. Just look at the masterful photographs that Catherine captured back in 2012 whilst on royal tour in Borneo. To my mind, there is positively no way that Catherine could have taken the infamous and discredited photo of Mother’s Day, 2024.
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After having attended the EarthShot tour to Boston, where they were resoundingly booed, Prince William announced that for his upcoming EarthShot prize trips to both New York City in September, 2023 & Singapore in November, 2023 Catherine would not accompany him because she was focussed on preparing Prince George for his upcoming exams, which were crucial as to whether or not, he would be admitted to a choice school like Eton in due course. Naturally, the fact that Catherine was not accompanying William to first New York City then Singapore, got tongues wagging and Queens crossing their legs and fanning themselves whilst gossiping about a likely imminent divorce announcement.
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Then in January, at the news that Fergie, Sarah, Duchess of York had announced that she had tested for skin cancer, I yelled aloud, “Oh come on!” Right then and there, I knew that something was afoot. In the House of Windsor’s predictable tradition of slight of hand, the pieces readily fell into place. First off, Fergie announces in June 2023 that she had breast cancer and eventually, the ‘resilient’ trooper had conquered that bout of cancer and would go on to have breast reconstruction. Then like the chicken that was blown a good five miles from atop its tree perch during hurricane season, there was the ever chirpy Fergie at Christmas Day in Sandringham, 2023. Again, in January, the word ‘resilient’ kept popping up, regarding Fergie’s latest cancer scare – this time, skin cancer. Why always the resilient remark, I skeptically wondered.
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That was when, I had a lightbulb moment. I suddenly went back to look at the photos from Christmas 2023 at Sandringham. Catherine was wearing the same vibrant blue coat as she wore the same vibrant light-bouncing and body-filling blue as at the enthronement ceremony in Scotland. At the time, I was reminded of all the dancers I knew 40 years earlier who suffered from anorexia, or could she be more sick than a mere eating disorder? Suddenly, it all made sense, Fergie was at Sandringham at Christmas 2023 as she would be ready distraction; hell, there was even talk of she and the old odious paedophile remarrying again. Naturally, this was more slight of hand manoeuvres.
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As I sat looking at Catherine giving her speech on the BBC, I was overcome with emotion and began crying. All the pieces fell, with crystalline crispness, into place. I suddenly recalled the dream, I had almost immediately on falling asleep in the pyramid in early May, 2023. About a week out from the Ms. Awards in New York City at which Meghan was honoured by Gloria Steinem, as soon as I came to in the rather lucid dream, Harry was in closeup, hugging William. They were both sobbing, Harry’s face reddened and warped with pain; however, what struck me, was how loudly William wailed as he hugged his younger brother for dear life. What really proved disquieting was that neither brother’s wife was present in the dream. I found the dream so stark, so private, so raw that I abruptly awoke. Days later, when the news came of the highspeed chase in Manhattan after the Ms. Awards and onto the FDR highway, I was catatonic with fear, hoping against all hope that the dream was not about to come true. I thought that the dream was presaging a traffic accident on the order of that which had taken both men’s exquisitely beautiful mum, Diana, Princess of Wales.
The deliberately doctored Mother’s Day photograph was to highlight the fact that Catherine was no longer going to be the steward of Diana, Princess of Wales’s sapphire engagement ring. As she was sat there, speaking, alone on that garden bench, I realised the reason for the ring’s absence in the botched Mother’s Day photograph, why time and again, Sarah was described as resilient with her cancer struggles – this was a foretaste of Catherine not having the same resiliency and her cancer being vastly more severe. For this reason, she could not attend EarthShot Prize events in New York City & Singapore; her system was too compromised to be able to travel. Since as far back as late spring, early summer, 2023, Catherine may well have been sick. True to form, in a bid to distract from Catherine being terminally ill, Fergie was recruited, full of the usual quirky lunacy to keep one amused whilst Catherine slowly faded away. Finally, after what was likely her last Christmas at Sandringham, Catherine collapsed at the stark realisation of her mortality, fell hard and was rushed to hospital. She has clearly suffered a relapse and her situation become most dire. Indeed, they could only cover for so long. She was filmed and softly lit, her wig just so; however, look at her face on the balcony on Remembrance Sunday, 2023, she was ill. Catherine knew that she was dying and it showed.
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Catherine’s had a good life; she has, it would seem, been destined like Diana, Princess of Wales to be a posthumous King Mother. She has been sporty, elegant and always delivers at Trooping the Colour, Remembrance Sunday and at St. Patrick’s Day. She was consumed by her 9 energy body and her mindset of 1, meant that she would always be pained on reflection by her actions. Catherine has not had it easy because her spouse is also her task companion, who will always be one’s biggest critic, almost to the distraction of everything else, which includes one’s greatest champion.
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As children always mimic their parent’s behaviour, Prince Louis’s behaviour at the Platinum Jubilee parade gave callous insight to how Catherine has been verbally, mentally, emotionally abused by William; his 9 mindset and 5 destiny number – sexual scandal, impatience, violence and arch arrogance – has been heavily taxing on her. I now wonder if it was not William who drove Catherine to cannibalise Meghan by wearing the copycat outfits as Meghan has previously worn.
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Life, Catherine, is not a dream and there are very real consequences for being violently racist towards non-Whites. It is not Meghan’s fault that both women did not get along; Catherine would have been as distancing towards Cressida Bonas if Harry had married her. With 1 mindset, Catherine is the quintessential lone wolf; she does not do girly, group, touchy-feely relationships with women. She loves her alone time and being focussed on self, family and no one and nothing else. Omid Scobie’s Endgame could not have dropped at a worse time. There is William for once being gallant, protecting her from the press on the very day that Catherine was outed as the royal racist; she was also cancer stricken. Catherine showed up at the Royal Variety in a dress whose sleeves were to distract from her shrinking frame; look at how sunken Catherine’s eyes are. She was vulnerable, exposed and terrified. She wore her hair/wig in blinders/bangs as William gladly fed her to history, to be ravaged and cast off like all royal women who marry in… just as Diana, Princess of Wales, Sarah, Duchess of York & Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex before her, William was shrewdly ridding himself of Catherine whom he could not bare to be around and who had long served her purpose…. just as his father, King Charles III, before him had ruthlessly annihilated his mum, Diana, Princess of Wales.
Baroness Marie-Christine kept two black sheep that she named, Venus & Serena
Karma, indeed, is a most vicious cancer and when she comes, she ever devastates. So there was the ever rude, condescending, racist boor, Baroness Marie-Christine, always quick to put the world in its place. She stridently objected to Venus & Serena Williams dominating women’s tennis, so she had to put them in their place by naming two totemic animals after them at whom she could openly ridicule to equally depraved friends.
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So there was Baroness Marie-Christine having put that little golliwog, Meghan the Black Yank, in her place by sporting the infamous blackamoor brooch to Queen Elizabeth II’s Christmas lunch, 2017. Smug as all hell, there was she having her spinster – whose East Indian merkin was not White enough and who could not wait to spill the tea on her sorry, nobody ass – finally wedded off to Pippa, Catherine’s sister’s lover, Thomas Kingston.
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Four years of marriage later and still no issue. Then, just like that, before you can say, “Oh look, is that Karma coming this way,” Baroness Marie-Christine’s spinster daughter’s husband and Pippa’s decoy/castoff was found dead with traumatic wound to the head and a gun close by in a locked house at his parents’ country pile. Well, of course, the death/murder is suspicious as all hell, like something straight out of Happy Valley. The following morning, William and Catherine would receive the devastating news that had him, at the last minute, pull out of his godfather, King Constantine II of Greece’s royal service of thanksgiving at St. George’s Chapel Windsor.
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So there was Baroness Marie-Christine, sat at Windsor Castle’s St. George’s Chapel the day after Karma had returned her daughter to her, near five years on, still childless and a damn rebounded spinster. That’s right, Karma that most exacting of bitches, on returning her mannish-looking spinster declared, ‘Go on, go park your flat arse in your casket and rot the fuck in hell whilst eating your racist god’s arse, you fucking pretentious ewe!”
All these years later, I have finally had an initial dream encounter with Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. It occurred as I slept during mid-day on Friday, January 27 whilst the Moon transited both Aries and my 11th house. As per usual, Henry (fifth-level mature warrior soul) was in the dream and as ever, he was sat at the top of three steps to a large wooden structure. Not surprisingly, here as in every other dream encounter with this fifth mature warrior soul, Henry was barefooted, unpretentious and again, I marvelled at how hirsute his arms were. There were a couple of men visiting them and the one who did most of the talking, had an American accent. He was strongly advising the couple to acquire the surrounding lands, to the tune of thousands of acres, to their property which was about 100 acres. Opposite the wooden structure was a stand of trees with a small body of water hidden within the growth.
The second man chimed in and he had a toff’s accent; he expressed concerns about what would become of the expanse of land where clearly the polo pitch was located. Henry made it clear that the pitch was not going to be relocated and the very enterprising American was pointing off to the left and beyond the pitch that they could grow food staples for their business. Just then, Archie could be heard calling out to his mum. We all then moved inside and there I’d eventually see her; my first dream encounter with Meghan.
This building was massive and like all dreams set on the astral plane, not only were there lots of exposed woods and high ceilings; my senses were truly awakened in this rather bucolic and lucid dream. As with astral plane-focussed dreams, there was no natural light flooding the interior. We got in and the place was set out like a chalet with seating arrangements that encourage socialising and circulating. What soon became apparent was that this was a lifestyle store as much as it was a log cabin. Products were casually on display without their placement being the conventional hard-sell of a boutique. Over in one corner a door opened and out walked Archie (7th level mature priest soul), who here appeared about 10 or 12 – I have no children of my own so it is always hard to gauge children’s ages. Archie had a big curly afro and carried a large wooden tray with lots of jars of honey. A strong-willed female child (likely Lilibet Diana, third-level mature sage soul in dominance) could be heard in the room through which Archie arrived. Forthright, he placed the tray on a counter and began passing them to his father, to be placed on the shelves behind him where there were other jars. The jars were all glass with an ornate monogram and no paper markings; they were also of various sizes.
Everyone turned and looked and said hello as a warmly smiling Meghan (mid-cycle mature artisan soul) entered through the same door as Archie moments earlier had; she also carried a tray of honeys as she entered. I was completely stunned to see her and realised that I was having my first dream encounter with the very iconic and well-fortified Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. She was poised and as solid and powerful as the Empire State Building is singularly granite.Whereas Archie carried honey-filled jars that were small and seemingly sampler jars, Meghan’s jars were large and of varying sizes. Placed on the counter, there were jars that contained honeycombs; however, most of the jars contained honeys that were infused with ginger, lemon, orange, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries. Still there were others that contained lemon flowers, orange flowers, rose petals and removing the lid from one jar, Meghan offered it to me for a sniff whilst slyly smiling. Reaching forward, I maintained eye contact with her as she anticipatorily waited. I took a long, full-lunged sniff; instantaneously, I was just as lucidly awakened as second earlier whilst looking at her smiling eyes, on closing my own. The magic of dreams indeed; the particular large jar of honey proffered by Meghan, had been infused with the most fragrant elderflower imaginable!
As I never get out of bed before fully recalling dreams dreamt, I then realised that this dream was casting light on the fact that this was a lifestyle and wellness business with each bottle monogrammed with the same elaborate calligraphy. I had a sense that the property may well have been in the English country side, though, it could just have easily been in New Zealand, the American mountain states, or even Canada’s B.C. interior. The American was talking about iced wines; this on awakening could also mean a vineyard here in Ontario. One definitely did not get the sense that this property was in California. The American advisor seemed to be pushing for a vineyard to be planted, but definitely there was to be an expansion of the small orchard – 20 acres or so, which supplied the ginger and various fruits and berries that infused the honeys some of which were blond, others richly dark.
Waiting for me to finally wake up, my FTM transitioning wife brought me a large bowl of hot porridge infused with dates, figs, raspberries (especial favourite) and bananas – the smell of which I cannot abide; their skins make me salivate and grow nauseous. Beaming, I then shared that I had just had my first, very lucid dream encounter with Meghan to which she, a mature soul warrior, also seventh level mature like yours truly but a cynic, faster than lightning striking the CN Tower shot back, “Well, it’s about damn time!”
Sing It Natalie! So many people in Vancouver were introduced to Jazz thanks to my West End apartment 365 overflowing with Jazz 24/7 blasting from the open windows. Vocalese Queen, Natalie was an entity mate (fifth mature artisan soul). Several months after she passed, just as with HLM The Queen, I dreamt of her passing over – in the latter’s case, a year prior to her actual passing. And oh lord Jesus, astral plane homecomings for most Blacks is usually a masquerade of celebration with music saturating every fabric of the astral plane. Natalie took to the stage and performed acapella and until that dream, I had not heard vocalese so stratospherically exalted and complex!
Will you just look at that, the Enola Gay’s cargo bay doors have opened! Incoming! This calls for a Fortnum & Mason hamper; this is serious tea!
Numerologically, these are the numbers for SPARE & HRH Prince Henry’s war with the Windsors. 10. 01. 2023 Tiger 1. 2. 9 = 3. The first royal memoir by a royal rather than a kiss-me-ass royal biography by one of these blasted sycophants who could never, unlike Harry’s memoir, have their specious drivel simultaneously launch in 16 languages.
1, energy body, this is a warrior soul with a score to settle. He is going to, like every mature soul and warrior soul, wage a campaign that is all about restoring his honour. Now that The Queen and his and Meghan’s entity mate has departed, he will feel positively no qualms about producing the receipts. 1 is in your face and brutally raw and uncompromisingly truthful. Like me, Henry has an attitude of scepticism; we are blunt, upfront, confrontational and will be unrelentingly vituperative at the drop of a hat. Harry is into this to protect his family and that means, defending his wife who was racially attacked by HRH Princess Michael of Kent with her unbelievable bold racially predatory, offensive blackamoor brooch worn for all the world’s media to see to The Queen’s 2017 Christmas lunch at Buckingham Palace.
Mind of 2. This is someone that has much to say and will be most indefatigable in prosecuting his case! Not the least bit surprised should be anyone that Henry’s memoir runs past 400 pages. Also, a book that’s dropping on a day when the mind ruling it is two, this means that it is ruled by all that is rapid fire, quicksilver, brilliant. Most of all two is associated with artisan souls and there is no soul more nimble, strategic and clever than an artisan. Artisans input on 5 channels. Meghan is an artisan soul as was Diana, Princess of Wales. You will never win in a campaign against the intellect of an artisan. We may seems spacy but long before we head off to do battle, we have gone through plans A through Z where mere mortals simply will vet from plan A to D at most. Artisans are complex and are always misjudged, illegible.
Slaves and priest souls input on two channels. That would be the late Queen. The fact that she had seven in the second/mind position means that she read people with uncanny accuracy. Also, The Queen could see auras, the dead and all that beyond-the-veil arcana but she would never disclose this to any one save lifelong ladies-in-waiting and only a few of these persons. Warriors, Kings and Scholars input on one channel, this can leave such souls as coming off at times as thick but they are superior strategists and also more than passingly confrontational. Prince George is a King soul, which is most rare. Catherine, HM King Charles III, Prince Philip and Prince Henry are all warrior souls and all mature souls. I suspect that HRH Princess Anne Princess Royal may also be a warrior soul. Both William and Camilla, Queen Consort are scholar souls – I cannot stress enough how utterly arrogant and stubborn such persons can prove. Artisans are paired with Sage souls on the expression axis; however, sages input on three channels. This greatly facilitates live performance artists being able to channel through the creator’s vision by speech, song or dance. Creative artists are more often than not artisan souls; however, Pablo Picasso was a seventh young soul warrior.
Life path of 9, Harry’s memoir’s will be a campaign of high flying ideals and righting injustices, whether it is his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’s murder or his wife, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex’s lynching as the most hated Black woman in history. Henry will be unsparing in defence of his high ideals. Lastly, with a destiny of 3, the number which rules media, publishing and the written word, quite remarkably, Henry’s memoir will go down to be just as revolutionary as HM King Henry VIII creating the Church of England rather than being at the mercy of the Church of Rome. Henry’s memoir is going to, for the first time, cause the public to turn on the tabloid media which has been predatorily harvesting off the royals and no single royal earns the tabloids more money than his wife, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. They make billions in inciting anti-Black racism towards Meghan and at no time do any of these entities, tabloids and alleged royal experts ever mention the racism to which Meghan was subjected. If you think for one nanosecond that HRH Princess Michael of Kent’s blackamoor brooch incident was a singular, isolated incident then you truly believe that that blasted anti-Semitic idiot actually walked on water rather than on a Plexiglas runway an inch below the lake’s surface.
This campaign is masterful. No royals. No alleged royal experts, no tabloids. No one, all of whom are the Sussexes’ detractors, and sworn enemies as that vile Jewish anti-Black racist, Tom Bower recently admitted, “It’s Meghan I’m after!” know what Harry delivers in his memoir ahead of the general public. SPARE will callously lay bare the hideous underpinnings of the British monarchy: tabloids, courtiers, household staffers, royals and their need to prey on others whilst turning a blind eye to the antics of other royals. Cutting the Sussexes loose after the contents of Harry’s memoir become global headline news, will only further expose their duplicity. The tabloids will be exposed for what they are: the trolling, lynching, race-baiting agents of the BRF.
Here’s to the Sussexes as they go forward from strength to strength. After SPARE, let’s hope the British tabloids would stay in their provincial backwaters and focus their attention on the real tea, as there is no “there” there for them to truthfully report on with regards the Montecito ducal family. Go on, report on Catherine and Sir Ben Ainslie and could little Damian be their love child as William has his own love child with the Chatelaine of Houghton Hall. And what of Charles and his teddsie wedsie, what does he suck on when cuddling with his teddy whilst Camilla broods at Ray Mill and his equerry keeps him stiff with drink, warmth and jousting that stirs the birds in the topiary close by. Indeed, who pegs whom and is it reciprocated… now no longer at Anmer Hall clearly it continues but definitely not at Adelaide Cottage. Think of the billions you could be making for merely telling the truth rather than inciting anti-Black racism as you have fiendishly engaged the past six years of lynching season. For everything there is a season and sooner or later the truth reigns above it all.
Continued success to Meghan, Duchess of Sussex on her Spotify podcast, Archetypes. It is a beautiful exposition of a superior intellect. Too, congratulations on the nomination at this year’s People’s Choice Awards.
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Natalie Cole Take A Look Album – Let There Be Love
Never mind Q’uoontifah & that lost anti-Semitic idiot, I damn well love being Black every moment whether lucidly awake in dreams or when awake!
Michael: No, this is not the fragment who was previously Dorothy Dandridge. This fragment is a second-level mature artisan – second life thereat. Halle is in the observation mode with a goal of growth. An idealist, she is in the moving part of emotional centre.
Body type is Solar/Venus.
Halle’s primary chief feature is skewed impatience and the secondary is stubbornness.
The fragment Halle is fifth-cast in second cadence; she is a member of greater cadence three. Halle’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – an entity mate of both Merlin’s and Arvin’s.
Halle’s essence twin is an artisan and her task companion is a slave.
Halle’s primary needs are: exchange, adventure and freedom.
There are 16 past-life associations with Arvin and 12 with Merlin. ________________________________________________
As I am a sceptic, I looked on at Halle’s historic best actress win speech and though I trembled and cried, I was also detached and shrewdly aware why she had won. Indeed, she was the vessel, at long last, because months earlier the twin towers were felled and who knew what strange new nightmare we had entered. Just to be safe, what do you know, none-too-liberal, the archly discriminating gatekeepers in Hollywood decided that it fiinally was time to “let’s make like nice, whatta say, let’s give her the award.” Oh Please!
In a truly great American cinema, Dorothy Dandridge was just as deserving to have won best actress Oscar for “Carmen Jones” as was Elizabeth Taylor damn well deserving to have won best actress Oscar for her riveting performance in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” Naturally, to cancel the threat of the very brilliantly talented Diana Ross, singer/actor, winning the best actress Oscar in 1973 for “Lady Sings the Blues,” she was pitted against my father’s paternal first cousin, the actor Cicely Tyson in “Sounder.” A Briton, Maggie Smith was a spoiler vote, so that the sizeable British voting members of the Academy, could cast her a vote rather than vote for either Black nominee. Then there was another foreigner, Liv Ullmann, when the Academy awards are an American awards rather than film festival – the difference is plainly obvious. All this left one other candidate for best actress Oscar, Liza Minnelli, who was just as vapid and untalented as she has remained. And thus, neither Cicely Tyson nor Diana Ross won a best actress Oscar that night in 1973 and, of course, neither would go on to do so.
Just look at the 02:13 mark of the featured video of Halle Berry’s best actress Oscar acceptance speech for her turn in “Monster’s Ball” in 2002, there was sat Helen Mirren, onlooking as though she were looking at this imposter freak, someone being allowed to take a damn award that rightfully ought to have gone to, Judy Dench. There sat Helen Mirren who did not stand up as Halle, an American actor, winning an American award, said, “tonight this door has been opened.” Helen sat there livid at Halle high-jacking the awards with all this affirmative action claptrap. Never mind the Briton small-minded bigot, at least Sidney Poitier (old soul sage) was present to witness the historic moment. Well, you can bet Prada-heeled Britons in Hollywood, went all out to quickly slam shut that door because why should ‘they’ have received such a prestigious award? They are not even RADA graduates. Americans fought a war to rid themselves of the tyranny of these people and their colonising conceit and arrogance. Let’s face it, a BAFTA award hasn’t the cachet of an Oscar; it should be of negligible worth if an American actor is either nominated or wins a BAFTAaward. It is not an Oscar.
Barbara Stanwyck
circa 1940s
Photo by A.L. Whitey Schafer
Why in the hell is American cinema being steamrolled and bullied into submission by these holier-than-thou poseurs? No Briton with the exception of Elizabeth Taylor, who was riveting and compelling in every role she ever played, been deserving of being awarded an Oscar. What right have Kate Winslet, Olivia Colman, Helen Mirren, Emma Thompson, to name far to many, to be in the same league as Katherine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Barbara Stanwyck, Grace Kelly, Mia Farrow, Meryl Streep to mention a mere few?
Ever since the fairy dust of Chuck & Di’s 1981 pantomime, arriviste Hollywood have been bowing and scraping as though these were pre-1776 times. Since that best actress Oscar acceptance speech by Halle Berry in 2002, there has been a plethora of decidedly non-American actors, walking off with an Oscar in a parade of spiteful arrogance. Why Kate Winslet has won a best actress Oscar is beyond me, her every performance is just plain, insipid… uninspired. Winslet and her foreign colleagues are void magnetism and merely use the snobbish hauteur of their British accent as their cachet for being perfectly entitled to an Oscar. Who are these people to be in the same league as Faye Donaway, Jane Fonda and Meryl Streep.
Let me tell you something, that award right there is the most bold-face looting in recent memory. Just like Angela Bassett was robbed of the 1994 best actress Oscar for “What’s Love Got To Do With It” so, too, was Viola Davis robbed of the 2017 best actress Oscar. Viola won best supporting actress Oscar for a role in August Wilson’s “Fences,” which won best actress Tony on Broadway; it is not a supporting role. They even tried to see if they could snatch it from Viola’s rightful clutch, as they did with Cicely and Diana in 1973, in 2017, by also putting Naomie Harris and Octavia Spencer in the mix. Not only was it insult enough to have been misplaced in the nominations category but there was a strong likelihood that Viola could have lost out, just so that she could be put in her place for being so damn good. Bar none, she is the best actress under 60 in English-speaking cinema. Period.
Seriously, though, what can one expect of Hollywood when they had the temerity to tear their arses in the world’s face by having you and me believe that the statistically impossible truly had occurred, affording a tie in 1968 to Katherine Hepburn and Barbra Streisand for best actress Oscar. An Oscar has been of negligible worth since. And as such, it has become a members only club, to keep Black actors at bay; indeed, they go looking elsewhere for actors to whom they award Oscars, chiefly to Britons. To hell with Mr. Darcy. American cinema, to say nothing of actors, are being robbed. Where are the films, telling the story of Cuban-Americans in Miami, Lakota families and their rich history in the north. There are a thousand stories to be had in each of the 50 states of Black, Latino, Jewish, Irish, Mexican, Cuban… all Americans and it is not being told. Yet, you have these arrogant Britons, dragging on a fag and copping hauteur, though no doubt more jizzed than a Grand Central Station urinal during evening rush-hour, grabbing an Oscar time and again and toffing up their accent to bedazzle the none-the-wiser, silly little Yanks.
The one thing that the past five years has taught us, is that Britons are alarmingly racist and not only are they more racist than Americans but unlike Americans, they refuse to admit to being racists. Whether you are black or white, you are American and Americans are second to no one. Period. Why is the acting heritage of American greats like Hepburn, Davis, Stanwyck et al being eclipsed by non-Americans, chiefly Britons, marching in grabbing an Oscar; obviously if an Oscar had comparably less cachet than a BAFTA, no British actor would time-waste, courting an Oscar. Indeed, the age of neo-colonialism is upon us. Helen Mirren is leaden and starchy and does Helen Mirren, time and again. Same with Maggie Smith, Judy Dench (the dame means nothing to Americans) Emma Thompson, Kate Winslet, Olivia Colman the whole lot of them, it is all third-tier smoke and mirrors by way of copping Toff hauteur and using voice (à la Dune) by way of that accent on the oh-so-unsophisticated Yanks. Hell, in 2016 Helen Mirren even argued that there was nothing possibly wrong with only one Black American female having won a best actress Oscar to that point, in the 78-year history of the Oscars.
There are two types of looting with which we are all familiar. One, Black people looting at the drop of the hat; it is expected and an excuse to be reviled by the rest of society. Secondly, though not readily admitted, planetary looting of which we as a species are wholly guilty, which will cause our civilisation’s ruin in due course.
Mandatory Credit: Photo by Paul Buck/EPA/Shutterstock (7717380be)
British Actor Colin Firth Holds Up His Oscar For Actor in a Leading Role For ‘The King’s Speech’ During the 83rd Annual Academy Awards at the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood California Usa 27 February 2011 the Oscars Are Presented For Outstanding Individual Or Collective Efforts in Up to 25 Categories in Filmmaking United States Hollywood
Usa Academy Awards 2011 – Feb 2011
Diana Krall at the 53rd Annual Grammy Awards, Staples Center, Los Angeles, CA. 02-13-11
Ah yes, then here we have the most invidious looting. Britons looting an American award because clearly the BAFTA award hasn’t the same cachet. The Academy awards are an American award; they are not part of a film festival, which by its very nature is open to all nationalities, they are a uniquely American award. Then, there is the most egregiously invidious looting: Whites looting Black culture because… well, one can. To fuck with you, Jazz is too good for you; to hell with you, you could not possibly have invented this… This is American music; if indeed it were American music, god only knows you would never have deigned to have afforded us access – like your Oscars – to the art form, which boasts an unrivalled pantheon of musical geniuses. But hey, stay over there in your parallel universe, making your trifling music, as if anyone Black, on returning home after racism’s bile being spat their way 1 to 1000 times for heading out the door could care less. Please go ahead, piss yourselves silly, thinking that somehow any Black has time to waste when at home, to listen to music of the people who hate us, who murder us because… well, one can. Stay there in your parallel universe, lying to yourselves about how great you are – greater wealth and market share does not make for superior art; it is merely damn good business as much as so as are drugs. Don’t, however, for nanosecond get carried away with your deluded, revisionist sacrilege, talking knee-on-our-neck odious crap, “Jazz has its roots in klezmer!” “Jazz is American music! Nope, not having it!
Red Azaleas Singing and Dancing Rock and Roll Music
Acrylic on Canvas
73 3⁄4 × 158 1⁄2 × 2 1⁄2 in.
Alma Thomas
1976
Provenance: Smithsonian American Art Museum.
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How could you possibly expect us to suffer you anywhere near Jazz? Your perception of us; indeed, your notion of what we are and how we should be perceived and celebrated, are as dumb-no-fuck, bug-eyed blasted coons at whom you get to laugh. An Oscar is nothing more than these TV singing competitions where the winner is determined by the votes of well-groomed Joe & Karen Bigot where the outcome will almost always be predictably White. Imagine that, the year that Jennifer Hudson appeared on American Idol, she did not win the competition. The Academy has deemed that Black women are not deserving of a best actress Oscar, anymore than they can damn-well sing. Imagine, Bette Carter, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, Sarah Vaughan to name but a handful’s legitimacy, determined by the purely predictable, racialised bias of the Academy and its none-too-liberal members. There really ought to be litigation all the way to the U. S. Supreme Court to determine once and for all, if foreign-born actors are eligible to win an American award, the Oscar, when the awards are an American rather than a film festival’s prize. The very heritage of American cinema demands nothing less.
Jazz is Black culture. Jazz is Black high art. Jazz is Black spirituality. Jazz is the assertion of our humanity in the face of your savagery. Jazz music is the language of Black culture’s high-priests, its poets, its genius visionaries. Jazz… it’s about us.
More and more, the hideous burrowing larvae at this rotten artichoke’s core becomes exposed. Respect is earned and never a birthright. When incarnate anywhere in the physical universe, the most important asset to possess, is intellect. So you don’t like blacks, and who pray tell are you to the people for whom Jazz is culture, high art and everything?
So never mind Archie’s skin colour; what about his hair colour? All along the Sussexes have cleverly hidden from view Archie’s hair colour, indeed his true identity; he was photographed being returned home from preschool, wearing a large toque. Also, at Christmas 2019, he was photographed with his proud pa whilst on Vancouver Island, wearing a toque to coverup his flaming Spencer mop. He was filmed on Oprah Winfrey’s interview with his parents in a manner such that much of the colour was edited from the film, making it appear as if filmed in black and white.
Last Christmas’s card was an illustration where the colour was a smeared auburn. Archie was filmed in sepia holding ballons which yet again, left his identity ambiguous. Then after having dropped the race bomb on the Oprah Winfrey interview, Archie’s shock of red hair is finally revealed. Just as Meghan executed the most elegant display of controlled anger, during which time in her sit-down interview with Oprah Winfrey, she never once mentioned Prince William, she went one further and subtly taunted Prince William by having HSH Prince Alex Lubomirski reveal to the world Archie’s true ‘colour’.
Not only does Archie have the Spencer redhead gene – like his cousins George McCorquodale and Louis Spencer Viscount Althorp – but unlike William and his three offspring, Charlotte having the same hairline and forehead as her uncle King Felipe VI’s two daughters, Charlotte unlike Archie is not a redhead. Archie’s freckled mother, Meghan Duchess of Sussex, has the redhead gene as well as his father; and both Archie’s maternal grandparents are likely carriers of the redhead gene.
William being the obvious Bourbon lovechild that he is, only has the Spencer redhead gene; he did not inherit said gene from his father, King Juan Carlos of Spain – notice King Felipe VI and his offspring do not manifest the redhead gene. Sadly, William’s bullying, emasculating wife, Catherine, does not have the redhead gene to pass on. So in the end, Archie by being born, further revealed William for the Bourbon lovechild that he is.
Just look at all this staged tomfuckery, passing for good old-fashioned, wholesome family togetherness…. mon blasted cul!
There’s a “good person” alright.
Indeed, on recently watching the Oprah Interview during the holidays, I realised that by conspicuously never once mentioning William, Meghan thereby outed him. Elegantly, Meghan unmasked Catherine for the monster that she is by clearing up the lies of just who made who cried. Of course, it was Catherine, she of the 9 energy body with a task companion husband, William, who has a 9 attitude – toxic specimens to the core.
The tabloid medium vilification of Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, speaks to William’s grudging, petty, malicious nature. At the time of William’s wedding April 29, 2011, the media spun the story that Sarah, Duchess of York was not invited to William’s marriage to Catherine because HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh did not speak to Sarah and did not want her present. Seven years later, HRH Prince Philip was still alive, yet Sarah, Duchess of York attended Harry’s marriage to Meghan because Harry wanted Sarah present; it was after all his wedding and not HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh’s. Of course, if now what we know of Andrew, Duke of York’s sexual proclivities and legal troubles were then rumoured, William damn well would have seen fit not to have Andrew attend his wedding in April, 2011.
It was William who told American, Dave Clark that he did not approve of him and would not be permitted to wed, HRH Princess Beatrice of York. Indeed, conveniently enough, as he wished not to be overshadowed at his wedding by Harry, Chelsey Davy was told to get lost. Indeed, she could attend the wedding, just not as the fiancée of Harry’s. This is how controlling and petty William is… indeed, how all 9s are. All true to his numerology and second number of 9, his mindset, William is snobbish, prejudiced, interfering and obstinate.
In another of William’s moves, there was Pippa Matthews at 2021’s Carol Service at Westminster Abbey; however, she was not accompanied by her spouse James Matthews. William would never want him there, since Matthews senior, David, is legally accused of sexual assault, involving a minor, in France. To say the least, it was also obvious that William has never suffered his wife’s brother-in-law, Spencer Matthews as he was flatly dismissed at Pippa’s wedding to Spencer’s brother Matthew in 2017.
Mrs. Kingston, Lord Frederick Windsor (9 & William confidant), Princess & Prince (9) Michael of Kent.
True to form, William has used an arsenal of fellow 9s to do his dirty work of sabotaging and bullying Meghan out of the picture. Little did the Bourbon dolt know against whom he was dealing. From Lady Colin Campbell, HRH Princess Michael of Kent, Piers Morgan and Thomas Markle Sr., they all did his dirty work whilst he hid, like the wizard of Oz not too well, out of view. Without doubt, they have all been sanctioned by William, in his obsessive animus towards Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, as they are all possessed of 9 (save Princess Michael of Kent) as are he and Catherine.Everyone of these nines, like all nines, are the most blasted conceited boors imaginable. Quelle fuck-all joie indeed. Good god, who in their right mind but a toxic 9 energy body (just like Catherine) like Thomas Markle Sr. would be obsessed with sabotaging and slandering their own child? Remind me again when Doria Ragland was out vilifying her own blood. Everyone of these people, Thomas, Lady Colin – that blasted big-handed, dick-tucking, Trenchtown jaggabat, Piers Morgan, both princely Kent males et al, are merely manifestations of both William and Catherine’s well-guarded true nature in all their 9 toxicity.
Chief weapon in William’s arsenal is the listless, inarticulate, talentless, gurning, hyper-competitive ghoul, who will stop at nothing to try and outdo Meghan, especially since Meghan so elegantly outed her by stating that, she is a “good person” (ha), as in William most certainly the fuck is not. Stay tuned, like all racially predatory, obsessed-with-blacks white females, look for Catherine next year to release a Jazz album… Lawd Jesus! Of course, this little mad turn of hers, even more risible than Diana, Princess of Wales’s dance with Wayne Sleep, had been pre-taped because god only knows, there must have been 2 million and 9 takes to get the blithering off-key errors edited and enough gurning captured. This staged bit of madness only deftly illustrates how utterly small-time Catherine truly is, to say nothing of shit-disturbing, petty and sabotaging. So, Catherine, you lamely banged on a keyboard, well, so too my dear could Michael Jackson’s chimpanzee, Bubbles, who also gurned throughout.
HM The Queen tells off Prince William.
Of course, as the BBC currently is at war with William and Catherine, trust royal correspondent, Nicholas Witchell to take a swipe at William as HM The Queen does not let slip the opportunity to tell off William as they were gathered last year at Windsor Castle. This was a report by Mr. Witchell on Christmas Eve 2021, which included at the 01:19 mark an outtake from HM The Queen and family on the steps at Windsor Castle during Christmas 2020. At the time, last Christmas, this was not aired; however, if you are going to come out and act as though you are already sovereign, the BBC is swiftly going to put you in your place as damn well they ought to.
Naturally, the unflattering clip, which brazenly lays bare HM The Queen’s dismissive rage at that damn incompetent fool Bourbon dolt, was beautifully edited and immediately followed by a glowing review of the Sussexes’ Christmas card for 2021, which was released the day prior as was their card for 2020 also released on December 23. With 2 & 5 in William’s numerology, sooner or later infamy and dark secrets of a sexual nature will be whispered about; however, as with BBC’s interview with an implicated Prince Andrew, the BBC will not think twice to ruthlessly go after William.
That’s right William and Catherine, you may control the narrative vilification and slander of Meghan through the sleazy tabloids; however, you will never win in war against the BBC – they are real journalists, who will not think twice, just like HM The Queen to put you in your damn conceited place. Sooner or later, William’s body will be lowered through the floor at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle. Starting that day, history, which is callously unforgiving, will cease being sparing with the truth of just who this stubborn, controlling, pernicious, interfering and petty human, William, was.
There was William sat such that he could have an unobstructed, hawkishly predatory view of Meghan so that later, back at Kensington Palace, he could lace into her about every blasted thing that she said and did as a mature scholar soul with a chief feature of stubbornness and an attitude of 9 can be expected to do. Naturally, it is precisely because of William’s volatile toxicity why Meghan made it perfectly clear to Harry that they were going to have to move to Frogmore Cottage rather than live next-door to the perpetually rowing Cambridges with their toxic 9 numerology.
If equally self-toxic Catherine can’t stand William, why indeed should the Sussexes have moved in next-door to them at Kensington Palace, let alone remain in the kingdom when HM The Queen does not have another 20 to 40 years on the throne.
Provoked, the BBC will not pussyfoot in a fight with William. Respect is earned and with no discernible intellect, you can bet your bottom dollar that the BBC will not be threatened by a bully to say not of a damn fool. Sycophants do not abound at the BBC. As royals happen to be human, the BBC is keenly aware that William too shall pass and as such is no threat to the fourth estate, of which the tabloid media are not members.
Blind with prejudice of a people, how can a fool ever be expected to perceive the beauty of all humanity. Go on, sit there openly ridiculing before the entire world and time itself a very people, you damn Bourbon fool; history is never kind to those who know nothing of truth. Jazz is the very essence of a people about whom you know nothing and can never be expected to perceive their humanity.
I share here the above dream, which was dreamt in July 1997 of Diana, Princess of Wales. It was the eve of my move from Vancouver to Montréal and a month before Diana’s tragic death. At the time of the dream, which was set on the astral plane, Diana was clearly resigned to her fate. Also, as is obvious from her concerns for William’s safety in the dream, as she was imminently about to pass, Diana was worried that anything should happen to her firstborn, William. Naturally, if Charles were not William’s father, there was a real danger that Diana’s firstborn could altogether be removed from the picture. The moment, mere weeks later, that I heard of Diana’s car crash, I knew that she would perish; I knew then the meaning of the above dream.
Last February as I made my way by subway to the Four Seasons Centre for the Performing arts, the season’s latest opera was on that night – of course, what I then did not know, was that the rest of the opera season would eventually be cancelled – the most jarring thing occurred. A young Amerindian male with the glossiest black mane, took two steps back on the TTC train platform and dropped his black gym bag. “Are you fucking talking to me? No bitch, I’m talking to you! Did I invite you into my country?” The rage and the booming power of his voice was arresting. The tall effete Caucasian male tried brushing him off as though he were so much raped and abandoned non-whitedom. Before I knew what next, The five-foot-nothing, proud Amerindian punched his adversary square in his girly man face. Crying out like a right candy-arsed sissy, the Caucasian weakly protested, all whilst rushing backwards. My proud Amerindian brother was just getting started. Of course, I, who have grown soft for making peace with being a black male in this racially suffocating society, cried out when the first punch landed. Bam, another punch to the face as the much shorter warrior defended his land, his people, pride and history. “Yeah you, did I fucking invite you to my country?” and another blow. Bloodied and cowering, the all-mouth, cowardly closet cocksucker was resoundingly handed his arse and put in his rightful place.
The opera, Hansel & Gretel, was beautifully staged – set in the stark isolation of Toronto condo living. I was, though, never fully engaged as I spent the next several days readjusting to having had that young warrior shaman heal my spirit by his very proud actions and the conviction of his words. The next several days, I kept returning to the incident with the proud Amerindian. My reaction at the time had stunned me and in hindsight, I kept revisiting why I chose to be so upset at the attack on the arrogant male, who was being pummelled. He had taunted and dismissed the Amerindian male – a socially aggressive behaviour from whites with which one was long familiar. I realised that so many times in situations as then, we as blacks are programmed to sublimate and ‘take it’ rather than defending oneself from the hideous ugliness of the spiritually stunted.
Then something quite remarkable happened, the murderous lynching of George Floyd in callously stark veracity that cell phone ubiquity has afforded in the modern age. The event was seismic; the raw brutality of the racial predator on the hunt was so glaring, so jarring that it set ablaze protests across the planet. Indeed, the cell phone, like the beating of Rodney King, has been able to capture the ugliness that is whiteness which prior to, meant that one could lie away and grin away with exquisite triumphant glee, fucking with the enemy – an enemy on whom one preys never having been preyed on by that enemy. Slowly, the exoskeleton with which one straitjackets oneself in order to make peace and to be a black man peacefully making it through one day to the next, began losing its grip.
Scenes like in the early days of lockdown 2020, I was in line at Pusateri’s at Yorkville Avenue and Bay Street to pick up a couple of bottles of VOSS water. Old, ugly as fuck, the woman in line ahead of me turned around and began screaming at the top of her hateful lungs in a scene that could easily have been played by her in South Africa. She demanded that I get the hell away from her because I was clearly not practising proper social distancing and remaining more than two metres apart. Of course, this had nothing to do with the coronavirus pandemic but everything to do with her seizing an opportunity to be a hate-filled racist boor. As much as I wanted to readily turn rapaciously vituperative and tell her to try 2 metres below ground; instead, I took two operatic steps back and coolly and eloquently boomed with scathing condescension, “Look at you! On your hind legs and everything! Seriously though…” With that, after having laughed a vulgar dismissive breath, I impatiently strode to the back of the line to be rid of the fugly parvenu boor. Everyone, staff and clients, froze. She, of course, squawked and grumbled as I focussed my discriminating attention to a conversation via Whatsapp video about dinner with my transitioning spouse at our art-filled home, who on the eve of Bob Marley’s birthday, two decades earlier, I wedded at Montréal’s Palais de Justice both decked in gold-threaded, crisp white linen Yoruba agbada with her a matching gele. As can be expected of cowardly fare, the anaemic-looking young couple now two metres in front of me, simply ignored the social dustup by hungrily face-fucking in their best escapist Bonobo turn.Naturally, the old harpy got from the line to kvetch to whomsofuckingever and when the cashier asked if I wanted a bag, I declined, telling her that I would rather be kind on the environment. Turning to leave the tightly spaced store, I paused and shot down her evil glare by raising both VOSS waters, one in each hand, and shouted, L’Chaim! That ought to have left her pissy knickers smelling louder on leaving the store.
Soon enough, the acts of racially predatory social aggression became more frequent and pronounced. There was the incident one cool morning where a hirsute covering of blond furred redhead stopped jogging in front of me, grabbed a hold of my bike’s handlebar and began screaming as though I were both blind and deaf as he demanded that I keep the hell off the sidewalk. It wasn’t enough that cell phones had exposed their murderous ugliness but as though to protest, whites have grown more emboldened with the affront of blacks and Black Lives Matter movement to demonstrate and demand change.
By early June last year, 2020, I had had enough, each morning on the ride to work through tony Rosedale, I was being accosted by various burghers of the beautifully tree-lined streets – then again, which Toronto residential neighbourhood street is not beautifully tree-lined. There was one Jew in particular, who caused me to go out and get the above bodycam. Each morning, as I am a creature of habit, he was in the habit of leaving the sidewalk to come into the middle of the street, approach as I bike-ride to pepper me with hideous racial slurs and demand that I keep the hell out of the neighbourhood. Good morning, Shithead! Good morning you black piece of shit. Get out of here! Finally, one morning, having quite had enough of him and his special brand of ugliness of spirit, I told him to go fuck himself to which he incredulously demanded at the top of his lungs, unlike his usually sotto voce delivered insults as he approached the bike, “Get back here! Get back here now! I’m talking to you. Come back here now!” The nerve of some people. That last incident occurred on a Friday and thank god for Jeff Bezos, by Monday, I had me a bodycam. So as my special kind of fugly, hairy back and arsed nuisance came bopping off the sidewalk, ready to be racial predatory white male asshole number 1 billion, 500 million and 99, he caught sight of my bodycam, lights on and all, and like the bipedal, über poilu Rottweiler-hybrid that he is, he readily retreated for the cover of the sidewalk. I have never seen him since and, of course, I had ignored everyone’s advice to take another route to work. What the fuck for? As I am born in the year of the Rat, I am no different to any other rat; we live firmly self-aware that rats fear no one.
A few months back in between spells of too much snow, I abandoned my bike and elected to take a ride. On the way home, as I go from job A to job B, I told the unibrowed, wild-eyed driver that I was in a bit of a hurry and would show him a shortcut to my place. He again said nothing, just as he hadn’t as I got into his ride and said hello. Though, I wore a colourful silk mask over the daily disposable N-95 mask, his shitty ride I swear, smelt like what no doubt just-fucked camel pussy does. Told to take a left off Yonge onto Roxborough, finally not surprised was I when he proved a short-tempered fuck whose pointy fingers on that wheel had me dismissing him as so much forgettable small-cocked fare. He barked rather than spoke that he followed the GPS, which had called out to make a left onto Crescent so many metres ahead south down Yonge Street. Thus, we ventured, clearly grudgingly for him, along Roxborough and as we approached, I announced that I wanted him to make a right turn onto Wrentham to Crescent. Immediately, the über-poilu beast, which made me think Ursa hybrid, stepped on the gas drove east past Wrentham, down the hill and pulled onto Mount Pleasant without so much as having looked left in the process. As it was rush hour, there would be no left turns south of Bloor along Jarvis which Mount Pleasant becomes before Gerrard Street East or possibly Shuter Street East. To be sure, I was more than a little bit pissed off when telling the inbred, short-fused jackass to turn off of Mount Pleasant, onto Elm and turn right at Sherbourne North as had been intended. “You fucking idiots, who the hell are you people to talk to anybody like you own something?” Then he violently broke the car, just north of South Drive and demanded that I get out of his car. Coolly, I got out and left the door open and when he swore at me and demanded I shut his fucking door now, I told him I thought I would do him a favour and air it out, seeing as how it stunk of camel… the camel-fucker did not, of course, get the insult. Readily, I pulled out my camera and told him, ‘yeah come out here and get some of this.’ He got out of his shitty little car, cut the beady eyes at me, slammed the door shut, told me and my people to go fuck ourselves to which I replied, “happy black history month to you, too…” By the time I got onto Sherbourne North, my Samsung S20 had died. Naturally, thanks to coronavirus, I had no cash and there was no way to call a cab or Uber. In this neck of the woods, a random taxi was a nonstarter.
Foreground Bloor & Parliament in St. James Town, to right distance, Yorkville, Centre distance, One Bloor East currently tallest condo at 76 storeys, at Yonge & Bloor, Centre mid-distance Sherbourne to Church (east to west) Upper Gay Village or more pretentiously south Yorkville (ha!).
Doggedly, I decided to simply walk it home, just as I got unto the Sherbourne Street bridge, I began experiencing an anxiety attack. Years earlier, I had witnessed someone leap from the Jacques Cartier bridge that spans the St. Lawrence in Montréal. Suddenly, out of nowhere as anxiety attacks tend to function, I was in the grips of crippling fear. I knew that there was no way that I could cross the bridge, even to try and make it back seemed a feat, there was a sudden desire to start running, which I knew that I could not do. A young Amerindian couple in the city, for the first time it turned out, crossed the bridged, going south on the west side – same as me. I explained my dilemma and asked if they would call me a cab. The proud warrior-looking man, barely into his 20s insisted that I simply conquer my fear by walking beside him and his beautiful girlfriend. I tried…. I wanted to. I could not, though, as I began shaking… just the sheer weight of why I was there in the first place simply for being black and asking the driver to take a preferred route – it all seemed so absurd, yet it is an indignity that one endures at every turn in a million ways every frigging day in this society. The warmest eyes winked at me as he smiled and the Beck taxi came up the bridge made a U-turn and the young warrior closed the door on me, wishing me well. Eventually, I got home late and when I was done job B where I fundraise in the arts and remain unrivalled, I wrote a detailed account of my ride with the bigot who kicked me from his car and was summarily refunded. As if Jazz the blasted motherfuck were invented by unibrowed, camel-fucking, hairy back-and-arsed dreck.
Days later, and still black history month, I was riding my bike through the wet streets of Rosedale where the snow melted fast after the latest snowfall. As I emerged onto Crescent Road from the footpath which Scrath becomes, to cross the bridge that spans Mount Pleasant Road, a white female in a black, skin-tight, jogging suit was way in back of a group of jogging white males whom I had seen with fair regularity. She was clearly not part of their group. Jogging in the street as she was, she moved to the side as I approached and then with the arrogance of the truly somnambulant, aggressively called after me in a tone that was both accusatory and possessive as I moved past, “Excuse me, where are you going?” That morning, I happened not to be wearing my bodycam as when I got downstairs, realised that the snow had sufficiently melted such that I could actually ride my bike rather than take a cab. Without so much as missing a beat, I broke hard and stood straddling my bike when reaching into the shallow depths of her sphinctered psyche, “I’m going to your house to fuck your man!” She stood there arrested, catatonic as my use of language was both vulgar, rapacious. “That’s right, I’m gonna hog-tie that fucking cocksucker of yours and fuck him good… Yeah, you wanna come watch? Come on!” Arrested in place, her eyes welled up as mine remained unflinchingly enraged, her lizard-thin upper lip actually trembling. With that, I resumed riding my bike to job A to which I was already running late. In this the age of Trump, some whites at every chance, turn racially predatory at the drop of a hat.
Then there are the casket fugitives; these blasted tiresome, overstayed boomers, who simply will not stop showing off and just crawl the fuck in their caskets. What other generation but boomers would find a new way to show-off in their smelly diapers and drug-wasted dotage? They, these lost souls forever hurrying about way off-piste, are ever bitching and at times raising their silly poles at me, demanding that I not ride on pathways but dismount and walk. Once confronted by a turkey-necked mannish boor, I leaned in and asked near-inaudibly, “Don’t you tire of breathing? Go on, go chill the fuck out in your casket”
And then November 3, 2020 turned into January 6, 2021 as that porcine pathological compulsive liar – America’s biggest loser and racist swine, finally left the stage with crooked tail between his fat thighs with the Eurotrash escort cum parvenu snob in tow. The cold-blooded murder of George Floyd, staged or simply instinctual racially predatory behaviour, like the big fat coward that he is, having miserably failed at leading and taking command of the pandemic, Trump latched on to the murder of George Floyd to win the vote. That’s right, it was all about not haemorrhaging the white vote; thus it became all about cops and law and order – all code language for white privilege and racist white supremacy. Well, it did not fucking work! Fuck you!
Not only did Trump fail to steal the vote by declaring Marshall law and leading an insurrection on the Capitol, he and his racist ilk’s poster boy for racially predatory murderous scum was convicted on all three counts. George Floyd’s murder occurred at the Pluto opposition in Capricorn and thus the past four hundred years of murderous racially predatory blood sport of blacks finally led to George being anointed as the One. That’s right, for the first time in 400 years, a cop has been found guilty of the murder of a black male. For blacks, America the past 400 years has been nothing but a giant game reserve where they are hunted with the arrogant impunity of police getting off time and again when murdering blacks. Let that sink in for a moment. America the land where whites can murder whilst dressed up in the hunting gear of the police uniform – all the while, other whites the world over perpetually on holiday having predatory sex with minors whilst everyone looks the other way. Thanks to his murder, and trophy-hunting racial predator Chauvin having been found guilty of murder, George Floyd became a martyr who has broken the long 400 year tradition of the justice system in America condoning the racially predatory murder of blacks at the hands of police. Pluto in Capricorn indeed. The hijacked American justice system where blacks are corralled to spike the profit margins for BlackRock shareholders… talk about genius, indeed.
Always… with every breath… it is quintessentially Jazz!
Recent ride through Rosedale because of whose venal classist/racist aggression, I have taken to wearing the bodycam. As ever, Jazz permeates my every breath; how could it not when my father’s first cousin, the recently deceased actor Cicely Tyson was wife of Jazz genius Miles Davis? A new friend with lots of past-life history, asked why I am always singing the same Jazz tune when cycling; it is a form of meditation, I shared, as I move from job A to job B. By vocalesing and singing a favourite Jazz tune, I am getting refocussed to the task next in hand – fundraising in the arts… at which I am damn good. In the above clip, at the 06:24 mark, one can clearly see the septuagenarian white female with bags in hand, walking north in the southbound bike lane. Likely she chose to do so to avoid being too close to persons on the kerb. Either way, her choice and no business of mine. Minutes as I got further down Sherbourne Street, at which point, I had stopped recording, as I was now going south in the northbound bike lane a total of 3 white female passing, violently yelled and called me every kind of asshole imaginable. White females are ten times more likely than white males to be verbally abusive in such situations; however, non-white, non-black males and females almost never engage in such predatory social aggression. The idea that I am going to time-waste by yelling at someone for simply going in the opposite direction of the usual flow of bike traffic in a given lane is beyond absurd. So fucking what? Last winter before getting the bodycam, there was a white male in early forties with about 4% body fat running north in the northbound bike lane along the Sherbourne Street bridge. As I approached at a leisurely pace, I could tell that he was wearing air buds and not wanting to surprise him simply rode pass saying and doing nothing. Shocked, though not surprised, was I when he upped his jogging pace and began running alongside on my right. Yelling as though a drill sergeant, he began calling me an asshole and demanded to know why I had not used my fucking bell when passing him. Not jogging on the kerb was he, nor was he jogging towards oncoming bike and vehicular traffic; yet, he and his perceptions had perceived me as being at fault for riding alongside and passing him without having given him warning of my approach. This world is overrun by truly blind assholes, very well-armed, truly blind assholes.
A few days ago as I hopped off my bike with time to kill between jobs A & B, I slipped into the reconstituted shrine to Canadian ice hockey which became the flagship store of Loblaws, another of the Weston family’s retail gems. On entering, there was a police officer just inside – a new pandemic feature. Tall, handsome and of South Pacific heritage, the male officer engagingly greeted me, willingly, I ambled over and he commended me on the bodycam. Said he, every person of colour ought to be wearing one; indeed, I agreed, it amazingly affords one peace of mind and a harassment free ride about town. He laughed when told of how hostile the burghers of Rosedale can be, adding that he was not surprised in the least at the account of in-your-face open bigotry.
With nimble vivacity me and my paniers whisked through the place, emerging minutes later with organic ginger, beautifully pungent organic turmeric, Ocean Spray’s Cran-Grape drink – this drink screams sugar is the drug y’all – and of course, the most exquisite cheddar cheese. Whether at tea, with pâté or dark chocolate, the President’s Choice (Loblaws house brand) aged 5 years crumbly cheddar cheese is as musky and satisfying as a full Moon night spent indulging rugged mansex in the moss-saturated bois of Vancouver’s Stanley Park. Slipping outside, as I loaded up my paniers on my trusty brown Schwinn Gateway, the four bottles of VOSS water made the paniers hard to close shut – larger than the VOSS available in Yorkville, who needs Pusateri’s and Yorkville’s parvenu pretentious bullshit anyway?
As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!