They Come in Peace, but They RAISE HELL: We Came In Peace

We Came In Peace is a creative studio specializing in connective spaces and experiential campaigns owned and operated by creative geniuses, Kim Swift and Andrew Stevens.  Their work spans art installations, pop-up shops, branded environments, event design and production. As experiential designers and storytellers, they invite people to participate meaningfully in our worlds, sparing no detail to produce immersive happenings at maximum volume. Their goal is to create unforgettable experiences that bring the imagined to life. 

They're practically magicians...

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Some of Kim and Andrew's work... Check their website out for their entire portfolio.

In Love and Good Fashion: Seville Michelle Anastos

Celebrity accessories designer Seville Michelle Anastos presents the first in her six part series of short films titled, Mary Had A Little Scam. The series divulges into the world of six women overcoming life's obstacles. Each five minute short captures a private moment of struggle, uncertainty and perseverance. The films feature Seville Michelle's jewelry as a source of power and inspiration. Follow Mary into her lair of precious jewels and take an intimate look into her world.

Seville Michelle's accessories have been featured in Essence , Gotham, Vice, Glamour, Vibe, Redbook, Time Out New York, BlackBook.com, MTV, Daily Candy, and numerous fashion blogs. New York Post's "cool" new designer, her designs are coveted by music royalty. From Nikki Minaj to the Beyonce and everyone in between, Global Grind declared that Seville Michelle is "shaping the way we see and consume fashion." As she continues to take the music world by storm her designs are worn by Monica, Amber Rose and Mary J. Blige. Beloved by Kreayshawn, with a shout out in Billboard magazine, the accessories darling makes celebrities dreams into realities. Lauryn Hill recently snatched up her entire collection for her upcoming European tour. Her custom accessories took center stage at Alicia Keys, Lil’ Wayne and Prince's most recent musical tours.

For media inquires please contact Nicole Vardo at 917.690.1558 or indigo@sevillemichelleanastos.com

Seville With Ricky Powell

Beyonce rockin Seville Michelle's Leather earrings

Mary J. in Seville Michelle's earrings

Nikki in Michelle Seville's Earrings

Olivia in Seville Michelle's new Python earrings... sick!

THE DREAM TEAM.

My Bad: The House Guest From Hell

Meet "Sweet" Jimmi; an insane architect from the U.K, my Facebook friend for the last four years and um.... THE FUCKING HOUSE GUEST FROM HELL. Check this out:

Jimmi messaged me in the early part of December asking if it would be cool if he crashed at my place for a few days around New Years Eve, as his original plans fell through.  I explained that I have roommates but that he was welcome to stay in the living room as long as he didn't smoke (Cigs) or have anyone else inside the apartment while I wasn't home, to which he graciously agreed.

Around midnight on December 27th I opened my door to let Sweet; a skinny, quirky, colorfully dressed Brit who reeked of cheap whiskey and Marlboro's, into my apartment where he was greeted with a hot meal and a couch covered with AWESOME Frette Acquerello 1200 count Sheets. We shot the shit for about an hour, I made him tea, showed him around the apartment and said goodnight. When I left for work the next morning (Thursday), Sweet was sound asleep on the couch.
During the later part of the afternoon I called to check in with him - he answered the phone inebriated! From what I could translate, he was carousing around Brooklyn (alone) going into different bars getting hammered & on a scavenger hunt for his two favorite pastimes, Blow and Pussy. Thankfully, Sweet spent that the night in Williamsburg.

Fast forward to 6pm on Friday: I came home from work to pack my things and told Jimmi that he could stay in my room since I was going away for the long New Years eve weekend. I even made a joke like.. "Don't whack off or do anything inappropriate in my bed"- never thinking for a moment that he'd actually consider doing anything along those lines. I figured that since my roommate and her boyfriend (who had been away for a week visiting their families over Xmas) would be flying back from Seattle VERY early Saturday morning, that it would be best if they didn't walk into some strange dude sleeping in our living room. (I probably should have informed them that I was having a guest stay over for a few days in the first place but, it totally slipped my mind.)

Two joint's of sour diesel and a hot toddy & later my phone started blowing up. It's now like 1am and I'm super relaxed, spending time with the man I'm crazy about, sucking face and listening to Grizzly Bear. The last thing I wanted to do was get up to look at my phone.

.... Two hours later I had 15 missed calls from my roommate, text messages demanding that I call her and a voice mail that went something along the lines of this:


"Sam it's Jo, Kurtis and I just walked into the fucking apartment and there is buck naked fat black chick riding some a skinny white dude bareback on our fucking couch! There are condoms all over the floor & on the coffee table, there's beer bottles and ashtrays everywhere and the whole fucking house stinks like cigarettes. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? CALL ME BACK!"................... After I pulled myself together from a 10 minute uncontrollable, hysterical laughing/ crying fit, I called Joanne back.

Apparently she and her boyfriend (who just finished schlepping their heavy luggage up two flights of stairs, finally arriving home after their flight had been delayed for HOURS) opened the door to two strangers screwing in our living room and immediately thought that people had broken into the apartment.

They were screaming "who are you and what the fuck are you doing here" and Sweet answered, "Just  a second" while he continued to plow this fat chick in front of my roommates, BUCK-ASS naked on the couch.  Joanne and Kurtis started to throw pillows and whatever they could find to get them to move but apparently, Jimmi and his "lady" just got up (naked) and finished their sexcapade in my room! I was told that after Sweet Jimmi was finished screwing, he had the BALLS to walk out of the room in my God Damn robe! Eventually they left but, not with all of his belongings.

"Jimmi are you fucking kidding me man? Besides the fact that you desecrated my home by bringing a stranger into my bed and made a mess of the apartment, YOU had the balls to drape your filthy, disgusting, naked  body with my favorite cashmere robe that cost more money then the couch you were banging some fat hooker on? ARE YOU INSANE?  You are NO Longer welcome in my home so get your shit, leave my keys on the kitchen counter and BEAT IT!" 

He apologized profusely and told me that he would make other sleeping arrangements but, in the meantime, asked if he could leave his luggage in my apartment. I agreed and told him that by the end of the day on the 1st, I wanted ALL of his shit out of my place, to call me when he was ready to pick up his bags. - The next day I got a text message that he took his things and that he was very sorry.

Last night I came back home from my beautiful weekend getaway to find Jimmi the "Douchebag" Sweet drunk as fuck passed out in my bed! I lost it, I started kicking the bed, shaking him, screaming in his ear but the little prick wouldn't budge! Long Shit-Show-Short; I finally woke up my roommate and her boyfriend and they practically  threw him out of the apartment.

Suffice it to say, I learned two very important lessons in the early days of 2012:

1) Don't waste good sheets on British house guests.

and

2) Pack or hide my Loro Piana robe when I leave town.

Happy Fucking New Year!

xx,

Sam Jones

Stick N' Move: Adam Dare

Growing up in Brooklyn during the early 90's (Gritty Brooklyn not hipster Brooklyn) I was able to experience first hand, the evolution of Hip Hop culture. I became fascinated not only with the incredible music and style that was being cultivated but, also with Street Art or Graffiti which if you ask me, evolved right alongside hip hop music. 

Graffiti ranged from simple written words to elaborate wall paintings. Back in the day there was no Facebook or Twitter so "getting up" or tagging your name could definitely be considered an early form of branding or self promotion. Sometimes tags contained subtle even cryptic messages, and may have incorporated the artist's crew initials. But a lot of the pieces were just shit talking and "capping" which caused much "beef" between different neighborhoods and different crews around Brooklyn.

I lived in Manhattan beach across the street from (at the time) one of the larger graffiti personalities in New York; Joe WAVE.  Very so often around 2am on a school night he'd whistle his bird like call (ca -coo ca-coo) outside of my window and I'd sneak out to go "BOMBING" with him and his gnarly crew.  The dress code was specific, a black or gray hoodie (I always rocked Stussy), dark jeans, a backpack (Jansport) and whatever boots or kicks that were comfortable enough to jump down 2+ stories or to simply "JET" from FIVE-O just in case they'd roll up, because more times then not, they'd roll up. I  can even remember the smell of those 360 krylon  cannons and the rush that I'd get  from watching my friends slam their pieces on freshly painted buildings Oh ah.... take the entire side of the 61st prescient for example. 


We would drive around looking for "Heaven Spots" in Wave's supped up Honda, with a sound system probably worth more then the car itself, pumping Tribe Called Quest's low end theory or Wu Tang's 36 Chambers (on cassette cause that's how fucking old I am.)  

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Me.

Now, a woman in my mid thirties I'd say that aside from Fashion, Graffiti is probably my favorite form of art.

I've recently started to notice paste ups of crazy bunnies with broken hearts and x'd out eyes popping up around various Manhattan neighborhoods. I've tried on several occasions to steal one off a wall using tools like razor blades and spatulas but, to no avail. (Damn Wheat Paste.) 

Turns out that the artist behind these incredibly DOPE pieces is Adam Dare, a NYC native who coincidentally, grew up only a few blocks away from where I did & has been "dressing up" walls around the five boroughs since the late 80's. Born in Flatbush Brooklyn Adam was influenced by the Halcyon days of the late 70s and 80s, a time of sizemic movement in music, art and style. Blending the aesthetics of Graffiti, Hip Hop, infused with punk rock and heavy metal -undercut by all the subcultures that now define Pop Culture. ~ "The times are finally catching up to the movement."

Dare possesses a Beastie Boy steez with a kind-humble-patient demeanor but, make no mistake his eyes and his tats reveal that he's a take NO SHIT kinda guy. (He is after all from Brooklyn.) 

CHECK OUT THIS VIDEO:ADAM DARE SIZZLE RECUT

Adam's work is highly sought after throughout the underground world of  street art connoisseurs & is revered by Hip Hop and Punk Rock music industry heavy hitters.

                   

He continues to remain true to his passion and is (in my opinion) one of  New York's most talented street artists period.  His pieces can be described as poetic metaphors, a glimpse into the soul of a man that has experienced his share of heartache and darkness but, just like a Master of Alchemy, he transforms that pain into the fuel he needs to burn for his inspiring journey...

ADAM DARE in the LAB

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xx,

Sam Jones

Stylish Stimulus

Recently, a barrage of articles linking fashion trends to the status of the economy have been popping up all over the internet (google fashion + economy or just read the Times).  One NY Times article claimed the higher the heel, the worse the economy (someone send that memo to YSL who charges upwards of $700 clams for their sky-high platforms – which by the way I absolutely adore in every single color).  Another article noted that nail polish sales have drastically gone up (why pay for a Mani Pedi when you can do it yourself?) as women’s underwear sales decrease (because who needs underwear when you’re in a recession??).  While I think these pseudo-researchers have way too much time on their hands, I do suppose there is some truth behind these interesting but useless facts.  The term “skyscraper heels” was coined during the Great Depression, where women would find the highest heels they could as a cheap way to “cheer themselves up” according to some experts (hell-looo 6inch Louboutins, you would certainly cheer me up).  And lipstick sales were on the rise back then as well (I do agree – the combo of red lipstick and the highest heels possible can turn a crap day fabulous)  Anyway, in my humble opinion, the best way to bolster the economy is to support it!

Here are some ways

Christian Louboutin Ballarina Heels (I die for these - if I didn't break my neck first)

YSL Tribtoo Pumps - (net-a-porter.com)

 

 

Chanel Lipstick - Rouge Allure (chanel.com)


Eugenia Kim Hat (shopbop.com)

 

xo - Stephanie D'Andrea