Corvette Hunt

Absolute Heaven to work in one of the most creative orbs on the planet. Thank you, and for trusting me all these years. You are the Dream.

Come on Weekend! #54

Come on Leg Day. Let’s beat these meaty Italian thighs up!
Best ways to counter the chaos; love, music, the gym.

Thx for the swag, Doll. I love u. @

Birthday self portrait.
It’s 1am. I wanted to stay up past bedtime to feel the turning of my age. I’m 54 now. And I was feeling sexy so I took lots of crooked selfies. Also I had three glasses of red wine— hence the wineglass by my shoe.

Every BDay I feel it’s important to acknowledge that I was a kid who wanted to end my own life over and over on a daily basis all through my early years and into teenage years. This was because I was lonely because I didn’t fit the conventional world. Back then ( U know ) it was all about fitting in and if you didn’t there wasn’t a place for you.

The answer I found was to not fit. And then to keep not fitting and then to eventually find all the other non-fitting people. I did this. We built a house of love out of New York. I don’t know if not fitting in is better or not but we had fun and we created beauty.

I am here. I’m so happy. I have a husband who astonishes me with his mind and his heart. We have a son who has exploded every thing I thought about the world and replaced it with something new. And he does this every fu***ng day.

Ok. It’s daytime now and I need to take a nap so I can be on the dancefloor which is my favorite place on earth ever.

If u see me tonight come dance w me. I love u.

A magnificent human has left us earthlings.
Tom Spanbauer - author, teacher, friend
Therefore, another long but true story.

One day my good friend, gave me a birthday present.
It was a book.
I was like, WTF
The last time I’d read a book — or lied about reading a book I hadn’t read— was in high school.
I trusted my friend.
I read the book.

“Things start where you don’t know and end up where you know.” It begins.

I was transfixed. I met each character and they pulled me into the rabbit hole of the city I love, New York, but the ‘80s version I never knew firsthand. The story is epic and the sentences themselves punched me in the guts at times and told me they loved me in others. All the while it felt the presence of the author stood right before me, holding my hand, and so naked all I could see was his heart. How did he do that? I thought. I was transformed.

I fell in love with language and decided I’d be a writer of words. I didn’t know where to start.

Later on my good friend, same one who gave me the book, introduced me and the author agreed to be my teacher.

“Tell me about an instant where you realized you were different than you were before.” He asked me to write and then read to him over Skype.
I wrote then I read.
“No,” he said. “That’s not it. Try again next Tuesday.”
I wrote again. I read again.
“Now that sounds like a Hallmark card. Try again next Tuesday.”
I wrote again. I read again.
“Hmmm,” he said, disappointed. “This sounds like you wrote it.”
“I did write it,” I said. “Isn’t that the point?”
“It sounds written,” he said. “Try again.”

I knew just what to do. I was going to quit. I was angry that I’d wasted my time and frustrated that I’d wasted his. I wanted to cry.

I don’t even know what I wrote that next Tuesday. I just remember I was furious but still afraid of failure. I only remember that he took off his glasses when I finished. He looked straight into the camera. I felt like crying and there I was naked before this man, holding his hand, and the only thing left was my heart.

“Thank you,” he said. “That’s how you do it.”

Tom Spanbauer GOAT of a writer, GIFT of a human. Thank You

Caveat— this is an anniversary post.
it is long and it is truthful. It is TMI
and it is a happy ending — love

“Marriage is a fu**ed and tricky thing.”
These are not my words.
They were sent to me by close
family member. They were sent to me on the heels of a
48-hour conflict I was having with my husband of 12 years.
I believe those words are true. They comforted me.
I wondered, though, why didn’t anyone tell me before I got married?
The truth is I already knew.
When I met my husband we were different,
different from each other,
different from who we are today.
Time ticks, mountains shift,
rivers dry up and force you to move or die from thirst.
Dramatic but true.
When I first found the man who is my husband, we clashed,
We crashed into one another and fell right into each other’s arms.
We fought and broke up many times, so many.
We dragged friends and family through the drama.
But we found each other in the reflection of each other’s eyes.
Then one magical day in front of our friends and family, we celebrated
with a wedding what we’d come to realize was a perfect marriage.
Time ticked, mountains shifted, and rivers went dry.
We jumped from precipices and we built a house of love.
We did this together.
Another thing about this is we couldn’t have done this
without each other. Not in the same way.
We are different humans because of each other.
We’d each married the person who could push us higher.
Marriage is a fu**ed and tricky thing.
It forces you to see yourself to see yourself in the reflection
of another’s eyes and sometimes you see there’s still work
to be done.
Always work to be done.
Nobody told me that one either.
Today we are thirteen years married and we are still what we were;
a perfect marriage.
We are yin and we are yang
and we are uncharted wilderness filled with imaginary
dragons and rampant beauty.

I love you my man

Landed in this country being so proud of this place.
And
Madly in love with the possibility.
Kamala
Grace, truth, and power. She brings it to Every table at Every level.
There is change here.
A great opportunity.
If only we can be so fortunate to step into the future.

I’m so way with her.

One of my favorite photos of me doing something I love. Also it was taken by the incomparable Steven Meisel.
If I cut your hair this post is for you. I only have two days of appointments this month, so if you need me before the holiday please book soon.

Also, because I’m often called away from the salon for other hair projects, please follow my hair page this is a page I started to only post hair and I’ll be posting in advance when I will be out of the salon. Also there is a button for booking appointments there.

Happy weekend yall! Big Love!
Corvette

KoKo
I can’t believe the news. And I’m missing you.
Gurl, you were a true sister and sometimes even you were a daughter— I always loved mothering you.
Yes, you were a bad ass “Double Knock Out” you were usually taller than anyone in the room and always pulled focus.
But the truth is you were also one of the sweetest.
My heart is broken yet it fills right up again because your laughter lives on here and your spirit is free on the flips side of the here and now.
Get them dancin’ legs to dancing
Love You Gurl

Far from home but still at home.
Still werking it.

Ripped Denim. Sneak Peek. Fred the Horse.