Tavi

I've been running real low on blog inspiration lately. Truthfully, I'm just too busy having a quarter life crisis and all that good stuff. 

Then I saw this picture and here we are. 

I've always had a thing for Tavi. It's hard not to. She's the girl your grade one teacher always wanted you to be. 

Overachieving since birth (see here) and kinda like Benjamin Button (if you remember her as the kid dressed as a psychedelic gogo during her Style Rookie phase), she's pretty much the best. 

I have many What Would Blah-Blah do heroes. Y'know, that whole What Would Jesus Do thang but adapted for my heathen tastes. Oprah has been top of the list for longer than I can remember but I also throw in my bestie-best, Tumelo and sometimes Ali or alternatively Marlon Brando circa 1950 but now I'm trying out Tavi. 

What Would Tavi Do? 

Tuki Brando!

When a man is this handsome and rich AND he also happens to be Marlon Brando's grandson, then you just know that someone up there loves them.

Part time model/medical student (obviously) and progeny of possibly the greatest actor of all time, I present to you Tuki Brando.

Marlon Brando

"Forget what you know about Marlon Brando. Wipe your memory clean and just f*cking look at this man."

He wore a uniform of dirty Levi's while the rest of Hollywood were rocking suits.

He played the bongos and marimbas.

He proclaimed his b.f.f to be a raccoon.

He was friends with black people who were not named Sammy Davis Jr.

He didn't care about money, in 1951, he ran an advertisement in the Saturday Review of Literature: Apartment Wanted – Any Old Thing.

"There's a line in the picture where he snarls, 'Nobody tells me what to do.' That's exactly how I've felt all my life." Marlon Brando