...when.I.grow.up...

I've dreamt since I was a teacup little fairy running around in my fantasy land that there are only two things in life that I loved to do and made me not only happy- but feel alive.
The age old question was asked in kindergarten- Jazzie what do you want to be when you grow up? I stood up from whatever bullshit "friendship circle" Mrs. Morrison had us sitting in as we went around the room and declared, I don't want to be anything Mrs. Morrison- I'm going to be either a professional ballerina or a fashion designer. I had it figured out at 5 as I was working on my perfect arabesques and piques until 1030 pm everyday with a pad and paper on our "dinner and lunch breaks" drawing the pictures in my head...
At age 12, vividly I remember sitting on the floor of my bedroom my brand new Marc Jacobs turquoise cashmere sweater in one hand, a pair of scissors in the other and a bag full of more "projects" tags still on with bags from Barney's New York scattered across my bedroom floor... My father walking in questioning my sanity and screaming what the fuck is wrong with me?! I looked up and simply replied... "Daddy- they don't make anything the way I want it..." "THEN STOP SHOPPING" was his response...
When it was time to pick our language to study at Harvard Westlake I eagerly signed up for French against my nanny Helen's pleas (questioning my sanity once again) of why on earth I would even think of not picking Spanish as my Guatemalan nanny looked at my with fear... "because I'm going to be a designer or a ballerina... I need to know French..."

I've always "known"... My life has been chasing my dream. ...the.PERFECT... My walking music for my opening show is "Fuck Forever" by babyshambles... The first girl is going to walk out with two strike anywhere matches and light the sides of the runway on fire as she drops them and starts to walk... My spring collection walking music is "Sleepyhead" by Passion Pitt as it will be raining silver glitter as my girls walk. I don't have ideas- I have exact, precise, disgustingly detailed pictures in my mind- and am alive when I see them in real life- and the "real world" sees them...

You can email for an appointment and requests of ...the.PERFECT... To thejazziebella@gmail.com

dream big. fuck compromising. never settle. good enough doesn't exist to me- only perfect does... And as Tumani perfectly pinpointed in his majestic articulation...
"her words ring through the ears of the elegantly disheveled, and she is perfect in her imperfections..."
This is ...the.PERFECT...