YOO HOO DARLING!
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Do you #DIYdarling ⁉️ We certainly do and on #Episode1 of Simone Butterfly we learn first hand how to resuscitate a pair of gently worn Juicy Couture waxed denim jeans.
Apparently all they needed was an ARTivist like Zsudayka Nzinga to lovingly hand paint silver roses all over them.
If I can DIY DARLING, you can too! Watch Episode 1 of Simone Butterfly Fashion Investigator for step by step instructions on how to resurrect your own denim.
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The Wonder Woman theme was barely audible through the haze of the third Jim Bean Honey toddy that I imbibed before I finally drifted off to sleep. "Is anyone going to answer that?," I exclaimed to Paris Hilton Marie, my tawny kitty cat standing at attention, paws gripping the side of my the bed.
I was just beginning to doze off when I heard the theme song again.
“All the world is waiting for you
and the power you possess
In your satin tights
fighting for your rights”
It was indeed my custom Marvel branded doorbell.
The latest flu bug combined with lack of sleep and a ridiculous work schedule has laid me lower than President Trump’s current approval ratings.
Needless to say, by the time I made it to the front door, the delivery man had come and gone and left a bundle of the most delicious pink and lavender peonies on my doorstep. This was the 4th flower delivery in the span of 5 days.
One bundle was from mom (smile). Two were from members of my staff. But…the 4th one …well, the 4th one was unsigned.
“Hmmm…a secret admirer?,” I thought.
Perhaps the bouquet was gifted by the NY venture capitalist I met on the Tube in London; or the concierge at the Miami Kimpton hotel where I work remotely part time; or perhaps my new biz partner sent them- he did promise to keep the current project under budget...
Perplexed, I snuggled deeper into my fleece lined fuschia kimono and slowly climbed the stairs of the DollHouse.
My bedroom, usually flooded by light from 3 floor-to-ceiling windows, was shuttered: a veritable hothouse thanks to an electric heater and a humidifier softly gurgling to no one in particular.
After spritzing Tom Ford Violet Blonde on my PB Teen Emily & Meritt sheets, I slipped back under my dotted duvet, flowers to my left and right, and considered 2017.
It's off to a good start.
Ready. Set. Go!
...as soon as this fever breaks, darling!
SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles original songwriter, figurative painter and art instructor James Terrell; perfects the tie and dye technique with fashion designer & HU professor Mikki Taylor; shops REDEEM boutique; suppers with MELVIN HINES, co-owner of WICKED BLOOM; and discusses the pitfalls of using a surname as a trademark.
SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles DC cupcake pioneer WARREN BROWN, creator of CAKELOVE IN A JAR; creates table centerpieces for a beach themed wedding with DARLENE HARRINGTON; shops UESA VINTAGE GOODS boutique; samples BROOKLAND'S FINEST American bistro cuisine; and discusses how to avoid the Ian Fleming debacle by learning to collaborate successfully with co-creators.
SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles MELISSA MICHELLE who worked with an actual chemist to create her own line of bespoke makeup; learns to make jewelry using semi precious gemstones with ELENA CRUSOE; shops VINTAGE AND CHARMED boutique; samples CHEZ BILLY'S French cuisine; and discusses the types of IP rights an artist obtains once she creates a work of art.
SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles JARMAL HARRIS fashion designer and founder of The Jarmal Harris Project; ; learns to repurpose shoes by covering them with cloth with Helen Lolita; shops ROSIES & ROCKER boutique; exhales over afternoon tea at the HENELY PARK HOTEL; and discusses why every creative can benefit from a team of Creative Legal Advocates.
TODAY SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles KP MURRAY, Elle Lash Bar proprietor; learns to make bath treats with SADE HOWARD, owner of Emily's Bath and Body; shops EMPORIUM DNA boutique; suppers with Ms. Peaches, owner of PEACHES KITCHEN; and discusses the use of TRADEMARKS to identify fashion products and services in a crowded marketplace.
What exactly happens when a DOLL living in the Diamond District (Washington, DC) falls in love with the camera? She brings her friends along for the ride, of course.
SIMONE BUTTERFLY TV EP. 1 STARRING
MARIESSA TERRELL, FASHION ATTORNEY
MATT MUELLER, CO-OWNER OF KNOT STANDARD
ZSUDAYKA NZINGA, ART INSTRUCTOR AND ARTIVIST
CATWALK BOUTIQUE, CAROLYN THOMAS, PROPRIETOR
CAPITOL HILL CRABCAKES, HORATIO DAVIS, PROPRIETOR
SIMONE BUTTERFLY FASHION INVESTIGATOR profiles Matt Mueller, Knot Standard proprietor; watches Zsudayka Nzinga update designer jeans with stencils and paint; shops The C.A.T.W.A.L.K. boutique; suppers with Horatio Davis, owner of Capitol Crab Cakes; and discusses how to use social media as an alternative to trademark litigation.
DC is more than government, darling. And we have proof.
Every Friday at 9pm on DCN channel 16
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Those simply marvelous people at the Office of Cable Television, Film, Music & Entertainment (OCTFME) are launching a divine television program, Simone Butterfly Fabulous Freelance Fashion Investigator on Friday evening, September 23. And you, darling are invited to the Launch/Watch Event.
It will be held at the OCTFME soundstage (such a cool place, right?) at 6:30 o’clock (pm that is).
Do be there, because this will be a trés exclusive entertainment event: the first and only screening 'till the show is released to the general fashion public.
I’ll look for you.
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They say to "SLAY," you need time or money. So what happens when you don't have much of either? You improvise.
Shoes for the TV launch on Friday? Simple. While my Mimosa (the newly renovated Dupont location) pedi dries before my "full set" with Ryan, I will pop over and upstairs to Secondi consignment boutique for a pair of metallic silver Prada platforms discounted from $650 to $150. #ShowUrLocal
Lyrics for Saturday's Diana Ross performance? Difficult. But Bluetooth speakers work especially well when tucked under zebra printed satin pillowcases. I bet I can loop the medley all night and set up karaoke in my home office. #Boss
Gym Membership Lapsed but Physical Therapy Still Required? Hmmm. I think this is why God invented tree lined Brookland streets. If I schedule my afternoon walks with ankle weights and a headset, surely I can host conference calls, strengthen my calves and hydrate. Right?! #PowerHouse
Hair Stylist touring the Greek Isles and No Time to Train up a New Recruit? Camoflauge. Taking a day for a redo, color, and a set with a rookie is out of the question since I'm tasked with securing champagne for Friday, coordinating the Simone B. street team and making the rounds at Ean's DC FASHION WEEK events. No matter, with a new line of bespoke visors, who's worried. Hair up, Hat on, Haute darling! #MillinerInTheMaking
DC IS MORE THAN GOVERNMENT, DARLINGS. AND WE CAN PROVE IT.
Air Kisses to you, Ms. Ingrid for inviting me and my BFF Kristopher Hoyle to appear on your fantabulous show, INGRID'S WORLD.
I wouldn’t say Zika killed my summer. But, I will say that the threat of it rearranged my travel plans. Instead of the DR, I hunkered down in the DollHouse with my AC on blast and my Rosé on ice.
I wasn’t really alone. I was surrounded by my friends: Paris Hilton Marie (the cat); 4 issues of CR (the Fashion Book); Gidget (my MacBook Pro) and my dolls (all the heels that I couldn’t wear this time last year).
Tip top on my diva-do list: find my left Fendi sandal gifted on my birthday circa 2015; compile my fashion clippings for the next wall decoupage; actually complete a Denise Auston pilates
workout; and bling the gearshift on my Challenger.
Don’t get me wrong, once a week I made it a point to leave the premises for an extended pool moment. DC’s rooftop pool game is legendary and there is no doll more equipped than me to circumvent hotel security.
Top Pools in DC
The Omni Shoreham - 2500 Calvert St., NW
The Donovan -1155 14th Street, NW
The Liason 415 New Jersey Avenue, NW
Embassy Row - 2015 Massachusetts Ave. NW
The Palomar - 2121 P Street, NW
Washington Plaza - 10 Thomas Circle
Because it’s HOTT out there and it will be Fashion Week soon again...
I’m not really obsessed with audio books. But, Jackie Collins’ epics are better than lithium. Listening to the adventures of Lucky Santangelo, the raven haired beauty who never takes “NO” for an answer, always elevates my mood and amplifies my inner voice. After an hour or so of hearing how Lucky built a 10 million dollar casino/ hotel/ movie studio in Vegas, I was ready for roulette.
Later on that same day my Vuitton carry-on was packed and I was waiting patiently for Uber. By 4pm I was on a plane heading to the City of Dreams. AmEx points ensured business class, champagne and an internet connection strong enough to book a modest room at the Delano. Yeah, I preferred a suite with roof access and complimentary massage therapy. But I was feeling Lucky! Plus, what would happen if I let go and let God handle the details?
Catching a cab in a canary trench coat with silver aviators was a cinch. Check in was likewise uneventful. But when I got to my room, inserted the key and walked in, I was greeted by a towel clad 75-ish man with a look of absolute surprise on his face.
“Excuse me, sir. I must have the wrong room,” I snickered, as I backed out into the hall.
“Hmmm…,” I thought to myself. “We are not off to a good start.”
The concierge, a millennial in a tailored navy blazer with oversized gold buttons embossed with the initials, LV, was more than apologetic.
“Do you have any penthouse suites available tonight?,” I asked, blue eyelashes fluttering.
“Madam,” he stammered. “Those suites are significantly more than a double.”
“Yes, 10 times more,” I said, meeting his stare.
He looked to the left and then to the right. Seeing no one, he leaned forward and whispered, “We do have a king executive suite available on the 20th floor. Since you are staying with us through the weekend, we are happy to upgrade your reservation at no additional cost to you.”
I hesitated, for just a beat.
He went on. “I also have a voucher that you can use for a complimentary massage in our 5 star resort spa.”
"Fantabulous!," I exclaimed.
“You know,” he confided as he magnetized my room key, “I’ve only been working here for 3 months. Thankfully, my probationary period ends next week. Would you consider writing a favorable evaluation for me?”
“My pleasure!” I winked. “Get ready for your promotion, darling. When I get finished, your manager will think you walk on sparkling Voss."
“Thank you,” he gushed.
After my 60 minute massage with Elton, I lay in the king sized bed on the 20th floor of the Delano thinking, I need to get out of God’s way more often.
I glanced at the clock. "Who needs sleep?" I said aloud to no one in particular.
30 minutes later, I was dressed in Wolfords, a Herve Leger bandage dress and a tiara. One spritz of Coco Noir and I was out the door. Sans reservation, I glided towards the Harvest (the newest restaurant in the Bellagio)…
Still Feeling Lucky....
It was about 10:45 pm on December 31st. The temperature in the Diamond District was a blustery 32 degrees. I was walking briskly towards Barracks Row and clucking to myself. I could hear my friend, Kristopher in my head.
“Em-me," I remember him saying as he peered over his navy blue wire framed spectacles, "You're barely 5'2". Not even flat Manolos work with mid calf skirts!"
He was right, I thought as I hiked up my skirt to enable longer strides. I should have worn the mini Moschino instead.
“At least you have a decent coat,” I countered aloud to myself while stroking the vintage ivory faux fur purchased from Desiree (NomadYardCollectiv.com) earlier that day. Desiree’s unique approach to all things vintage makes her showroom a destination for fashion innovators throughout the DMV. Another kindred spirit alive and thriving in the Nation’s Capital.
Just as my thoughts started to whirl they were disrupted by the theme song to Charlie’s Angels.
“Hello, this is Mariessa,” I said breathlessly as I reached the corner of 8th and E, Streets, SE.
I looked to my right and was surprised to see a doe eyed Diana Ross doppelgänger in the window of the TheChesapeakeRoom.com. At 5’1”, my Miss Ross was clutching a microphone bedazzled with multi-colored rhinestones and belting out what sounded like "Compared to What" by Roberta Flack. From where I stood on the sidewalk, I was unable to see her face clearly. But there was no doubt about it, she had a Twiggy meets Naomi Campbell kind of style.
She wore a micro mini white dress with mirrored bits that twinkled like a Studio 54 disco ball as she twirled. She wasn't wearing stilettos either, I noticed. But her ankle boots were suede, the color of uncorked champagne with fluffy lambs wool cascading down along the sides.
A pair of gold kitty cat ears perched at an angle on her head and enormous chandelier earrings seemed to tickle her shoulders every time she moved her head.
When she turned to look out the window, brown eyes flashing beneath heavy cobalt lashes, our eyes met briefly and we both gasped.
It was SIMONE, singing Rhythm and Blues on New Year’s Eve.
“Can I call you back, love?” I said to Q who by now was starting to raise his voice.
“Where are you,” he said, sounding irritated. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
“I’m sorry. Of course I heard you,” I stammered. “I just saw a friend of mine. I’m walking towards you now. 8 minutes. Okay?”
I hung up the phone and made a bee line towards the restaurant instead.
The sign on the door read: Closed for a Private Party. But, Simone true to form, motioned me in through the glass.
"Yoo Hoo Darling," she gushed and grabbed both my hands.
I haven’t seen you since the Alpha's Founder's Day party at Malmaison, I said.
Simone rolled her eyes.
"What happened? Did you run into the Vulcan?," I inquired excitedly.
“Yes and No, darling,” she said with a sly smile. "His shadow was there."
"His shadow?", I echoed.
"Yes, girl! He was there at about 50% capacity- deflecting so much that I got dizzy just trying to hold a conversation with him."
"Really? So no reconciliation?," I asked.
"Half measures never add up to a whole, luv." Simone said with a knowing look.
"But I just may have run into the “MONEY” for the Simone Butterfly TV project at the coat check. She was wearing Derek Lam and appears poised to sponsor us."
"So there is a silver lining?," I added.
"PLATINUM, darling," Simone said beaming!
On, Up, OVER....repeat!
Simone's 2016 manifesto
Special Thanks to Nick Mack (on piano); Tim Jones (on bass) and Eddie Anderson (on drums). Live performance featuring Simone Butterfly on November 14, 2015 at Serendipity located in Brookland, Washington, DC. GIGGLES! 🎶❤️💋
Simone Butterfly has been investigating fashion with a twinkle & a twirl since 2003.