Happy New Year Fam,
I spent New Years Eve dressed to the nines pouring cocktails for some of NYC's creative elite at the Afro Punk/Coup de'tat Punk-N-Paint Show. Big shout out to Ms. Mary Pryor (We Fancy) & extra special thank you to Ra$u Jelani (cdtbk)!
In all it was a great night (except for the psycho who I thought I had a crush on and his strange outbursts –more on that in the next issue), perfect dresses, art abound, drinks galore, good friends, great music, and Dante's Mac & Cheese.
The later stands in a category by itself.
Now I've heard about this catering company DANTE FRIED CHICKEN for at least a year or so now. DFC have been aligning itself with the local indie music scene and catering all these high profile underground events. But I didn’t get what the big deal was... food, music, indie kids, Arab scarves...ok ok ok. I get it, and I wasn’t buying it. I thought, 'good marketing, but the food is probably "regular" at best'.
I've been converted.
That jawn was THE FOOD HIGHLIGHT of 2008. Seriously.
Dante Fried Chicken: Santogold - Coconut Mac & Cheese from Dante Fried Chicken on Vimeo.
See I don’t eat everybody's cooking and I don’t eat ANYBODY'S macaroni & cheese (I'm a bit of a food snob)...but THAT WAS THE BEST MAC & CHEESE I EVER ATE IN MY LIFE. Real talk, it was better than my Grannies!
Poor Dante, when he was not serving up plates for the hungry masses in attendance, he spent the entire evening avoiding eye contact with me. I was doing mad Jedi Mind tricks trying to score an extra plate.
xoxo
P.S. I can only hope your 2009 turns out to be as rich and creamy. The Toy Plane wishes you sincere love and abundance for the New Year.
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POP'AFRICANA visually kicks ass.
World citizen, stunning model, old acquaintance & unique quirky spirit, Oroma Elewa launches a very beautiful and potential filled publication entitled POP'AFRICANA.
Part National Geographic, glossy art-zine & soft porn periodical, le premier issue is available exclusively online. (And if you catch a jones while your there and seek more content, Madam Elewa has dedicated a hilarious -and sometimes harsh-blog documenting the development of her POP'AFRICANA project.)
Bringing Diasporic African beauty to the forefront of pop culture is no easy undertaking. Kitty Hawk Flys salutes and congratulates our Comradista for her stylish efforts!
If you didn't know, know you know. Black girls rock.
If you didn't know, know you know. Black girls rock.
Question of the Moment No.1
About QOTM: Here is your chance to vent, answer, argue or explain. Sometimes our QOTM is pure fluff and sometimes it's a path to enlightenment.
Our thoughts? Well there in the flight notes. Selah.
Our thoughts? Well there in the flight notes. Selah.
What style trend are you absolutely sick of?
Rum Punch.The Recipe,The Story. The Op-Ed.
Dear Readers;
If your new here you might not know that Kitty Hawk Vaz, our modest diaries namesake, Editor-in-Chief, Supreme Chick in Charge, the I in Me, ex cetera, ex cetera, ex cetera is kinda famous.
No, not yet as a pop culture commentator, social analyst or award winning journalist. And yes it is true that for many she is an indispensable project manager, creative concept developer, think tanker, editor, marketing whiz, trend spotter and all around extra set of hands attached to a brilliant brain. But for a select few, young Vaz possesses one talent; one skill set that greatly supersedes all prior and threatens to catapult our humble savant into infamy.
Shorty rock makes an incredible drink.
She mixes the kinds of drinks that upon meeting her in other, more conventional settings, seemingly respectable, suited type professionals lose their wits about them. Over the years, people have been known to run up to her, arms outstretched for an embrace and proclaim “Oh my god! You’re that dope ass bartender that made those drinks for _________'s party? "
About her odd notoriety Ms. Vaz says, "Of all the things I do, I guess this is the most physically visible. People have connected my image with a party or event they really enjoyed. Of course I could be insulted [that people think I'm 'only' a bartender] but I'm not, I actually love it. The signature on my instant messenger at home is 'my rum punch is popping!"
(Ms. Vaz, who still prefers anonymity is pictured here making one
of her popular mixes in what appears to be a thermos wrapped in caution tape.)
When pressed for further comment she says, "Well there was one time when my moonlighting kind of left me "red faced". I was hired to develop this marketing plan. So I go in to meet with the director to present my proposals, and they are having a birthday party for one of the staff in the conference room. As soon as I walk through the door like 3 or 4 people, including the birthday boy start cheering and yelling 'Oh sh*t! OUR bartender, OUR bartender!' They thought I was there to make special drinks or something for the office happy hour/birthday jam... I almost died! But it was still kind of funny and when it was all said and done the Director went crazy for my proposal. So it all worked out in the end.”
Awkward situations aside, making a good drink for a hundred people is no easy feat. Making a LEGENDARY drink for hundreds of die hard "Grey Goose, Patron, Ciroc, I only drink top shelf, on the rocks, James Bond, pinkie finger, drink snobs" is a -dare we say- God given talent, that KITTY HAWK FLYS will continue to applaud and promote.
We are proud that we've been able to inspire other Jack and Jill's of all trades to pick up the hooch and give mixing up a batch of ole' holy water a try. (We see you Mr.TONE. Keep making those Pina Coladas!)
And now as an end of summer treat (and FLY KITTY FLY exclusive) we are proud to reveal the Kitty Hawk signature sippie!
Legal Disclaimer:
We assume no liability for any babies or bad behavior created or performed due to excessive consumption of this beverage.
Kitty Hawk’s Ex-Oh-Ex-Oh Rum Punch
This recipe is good for as many or as few drinks as you can imagine. 1 part can equal 1 tablespoon or 1 part can equal 1 gallon. Consistency, enough ice and a big enough spoon is the key!
Ingredients:
1 part orange juice
1 part pineapple juice
1 part Coco Lopez
1 part Cranberry juice
1 part Grapefruit Juice
1 part fresh squeezed lime juice
1 part strawberry/banana Juice
1 part Triple Sec
2 parts seltzers, club soda or ginger ale
5 parts light or dark rum.
Couple splashes of Roses Grenadine, for extra color and flavor
Couple splashes of Roses Lime, for extra flavor
Directions:
Mix, shake or stir well and pour over tall glasses of ice.
Enjoy!
XOXO
Why we love "out of nowhere" power moves and the people that make them.
Pretty long blog tittle huh? Yeah, so what.
Any who. As the title suggest, we absolutely love surprises.
Once again our bro Young Garvey from The Socialist Movement -aka "Mr. Put You On When Your Off" - hit us with the WHO regarding the wife of a mutual friend who is doing A Big Tings (Yardie accent in full effect).
This seemingly very sweet, behind the scenes kinda lady -with the cutest little 3 ft, curly headed sidekick ever- goes by the name of Ms. Denise Clodd, known fondly as The Shoenista!
Shortie rock has launched a kick ass vintage clothing and accessories site called Immortally Chic.
Ok, were not jocking but, how dope is that name?
Go check it out...and buy something, cheapies! -
P.S. The prices are actually not bad at all!
P.S.S We are LOVING the current grind by any means, hustle maverick, make shit happen, build a way when its no way, get it popping N.O.W, aesthetic of this generation!
Get 'em girls... Make Mama Kitty Proud!
xoxo
Who is HEAVy?
Ok so, I admit it. I was way late to class.
A little over 42 hours ago, I was asking that very question.
But I'm a quick learner.
and know I know.
So here's the scenario. It's Saturday afternoon and Harriet's BackYard Couture is heating up nicely. Folks are having a good time, the punch is flowing and all is gravy. But 2 hours and 20 gallons of rum punch later, folks are standing around me scowling & pointing like I'm wearing a scarlet letter...
The blue jugs are EMPTY!
So I gather the troops and we're off in search of the biggest bottle of Captain Morgans we can find. ..Too bad cause the sidewalk show is about to start...oh well!
We are on our way back with bags of ice, gallons of rum, juices, and all kinds of other extras and I hear the two oldest instruments know to man. The voice and the drum....and damn it's LOUD!!
I'm tight. Mad. Upset. Now I'm rushing back to find out what the hell is going on, and where is Ngozi and why is she not stopping this madness! Cause whoever this HEAVy is, they are gonna get our shit shut down! (I'm three blocks away on loud ass, busy ass, Flatbush avenue and I can hear them clear as day)
By block 2 I've stopped cursing and started nodding my head.
By the time I get to the corner it's a wrap.
The musics got me trapped.
Liquor, ice, juice, hamburger buns, change... everything gets dropped ,right there on the sidewalk and it's on... MASH UP THE PLACE!
That's heavy.
Now Meet HEAVy.
Now Meet HEAVy.
P.S. Check out these amazing photos of HEAVy @ BackYard Couture by Richard Louissaint
XOXO
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