Hello All

I have recently started a fashion blog where I am exploring my identity through hair, clothing, and personal anecdotes. For the last month I have been working on this blog and a lot of great things are happening. I am so thankful to have you all as a family, but this is to inform you all that I am going to be active on my other blog and not on wordpress.

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The blog is mane-attire.com!


Look Book 6

It seems that in summer things get lighter and brighter. The flowers continue blooming, the sun is its energy. The hot air mesmerizing each pedal to a paradise. So, I will be summer. I will continue blooming, the sun will be my energy. And the hot air will mesmerize each of my pedals to a paradise. (Outfit from Buffalo Exchange -thrift shop in Williamsburg)



Look Book 5

In a gated community it may be difficult to find your style in the mist of all the others. But do what ever feels write and make it explicitly you. Share your you with the world. Wear your you everywhere and be unapologetic.



Look Book 4

Just when we thought summer was here it starts to get chilly again. I guess thats the thing with life, we never know whats going to come next. Here I combined a long shirt and long pants with boots, but still left color with the necklace for a more summery feel.




Shirt – Misguided

Pants – Gap

Boots- Dr. Martens

Necklace – My cousin gave me this when she came back from Columbia #imported

Look Book 3

Because I should smile way more than I do. There are so many great things in life and I seem to focus on the negatives most of the time. Life is a journey and the darkness is only temporary. Most things are. Sort of like fashion. Its constantly changing and expressed in different ways. We are all individually different but all collectively great.

Pictures by Maryam DeWitt  


Look Book 1

I often wondered what fashion meant or what it meant to be fashionable. Through finding, constantly shifting and organizing belongings I realized that the most valuable part about fashion is that it resembles where you are and where you want to be.  Fashion is constantly putting yourself on the line.  Many times, it is the sole thing you will be known by. It is the piece of you that comes before your name. Fashion is here. Fashion is you.


Photos taken by Maryam DeWitt. 




Sometimes we see the world too simply, not because life is not complex, but because we fail to pay attention to details. Details bring individuality to stories and make them specifically ours. When we slack in attention we start losing purpose. Life is about the little things, the details.   

It’s Not Just Hair 

“I have a friend, she tells me that she doesn’t know what her natural hair really looks like
Because its been straightened for as long as she can remember
Look at your childhood pictures I suggest
My hair was straight in those pictures also
The loss of the curl, the kink, the nap, all going down in hair salons, and homes turned hair salons
My family told me to straighten my hair as much as possible to get my curl pattern to loosen up and turn into “good’ hair, white hair, and turn away from “bad hair” and “black naps”
This is a small portion of a larger poem my friend wrote and her friend was me. (Visit her blog for the full poem which is coming soon)
It was three years ago when I did my first big chop. Not consciously to go natural but because flat ironing and bleaching was  causing my hair to fall out. Even after the cut I continued to regularly straighten my hair because I believed my natural hair did not curl and lacked beauty. My friend would always ask me, “why don’t you leave your hair out after you wash it.” “It’s a big Afro that does not curl, I don’t like it.”
My friend was my number one encourager to the journey of finding my curls or Jamerly in her natural state. She knew that there were curls in there somewhere and she knew that we had to find them.
 Turns out that the hair on my head was not my natural hair but a result of endlessly trying to get “good” hair “professional hair.” Since I was a young girl I was taught straight is the most beautiful way to contain my hair. If my hair got a little poofy, my grandma would immediately advise me to go to the salon where I would spend at least five hours on a Saturday morning morphing my natural state.
I vividly remember conversations with my friend where I would express how much I hate having my family members point to my hair and laugh, ask me if I was going to the salon soon even offering to pay the bill, ask me if I could pass a comb through it, and if I thought my big, poofy, hair was going to get me a job. I hated it. But I would just smile at their comments as I texted my friend how offended I felt by the very people who genes gave me this hair.
 She assured me that it was beautiful.  That life was not about them anymore. And we would relate stories because keeping our hair in its natural state seemed to be the worse thing a Dominican woman could do. We were meant to be kempt and curls were not that.  But we were, Dominican women that is. Not because we were taking this pledge to be outrageous and embrace our natural hair, but because we embraced our natural hair. Yes it is true, there are many Dominicans with straight hair and that does not make them less Dominican, but straightening mine did.
I was less Dominican because instead of using water and letting my hair air dry, I used mainaise and avocado hair treatments, rollers and a dryer. And I will not lie, I felt beautiful. But looking back now, I know it was not exceptional beauty, it was spoon fed beauty. I wanted to define beauty within my own terms and conditions and I did, the day my friend took me to the salon by her house for my second chop. It was three days after when I washed my hair that I saw curls. And for the first time in 19 years I saw a natural curl. For the first time in 19 years a met myself. And that was a week ago. A week ago when I looked in the mirror and said no I cannot pass a comb through my hair so do not even try to run your fingers through it. And no it is not professional, but look who defines professionalism. And no I may not get a job. But yes I will stop anyone who tries to run their fingers through my curls. And yes it is professional because I am. And yes I will not have a job, I’ll have a career, traveling with too much hair in my face for you to see me, my Dominican self,  but knowing I’m there because you are incapable of staring away from my confidence.
And you will question the love I have for my hair and I will answer, “I learned to love it, and you will too.”

Holes, Glitter, and Curls 


We usually invision ourselves in holes we convince ourselves we cannot get out of before jumping in because we fear failing and discomfort. Yes it is true that you cannot see the bottom or the top of a hole for it is a hole, but it is also true that you cannot patch something if you do not yet know how it’s broken. I learned to allow myself to fall into a hole or several, with glitter on my shoes and curls in my hair hoping for a better tomorrow.