> T H E W E S T W I N G >

+ There's a style to the music.
+ There's a fashion to the words.

+ There's a seduction in the sound of Jay West, but what makes it provocative is all within the details.

+ The Jay West Perspective is romantic. The Jay West Aesthetic is tailored. The Jay West agenda is to INSPIRE. “Southern California’s Newest Buzzworthy Artist” is preparing a follow-up to the cult classic mixtape, “Drugs+Candy”. The table is set.

+ Say Grace.

Monday, November 30, 2009


I exclaimed, "There is some romance in that bottle..."
Dance the town, twirl her 'round. Romance the city, take her down. We sip light. They sip brown. Get a glimpse of these pimps taking pictures like a mound...Static shock, electric feel, or is it just me maybe feeling myself? Every night I be dressed to kill and I could talk the grim reaper into killing himself."

-Jay West on 'Vicious'

"Kiss The Sky" // 12.04.09 // Thrive-Atl from KissTheSky on Vimeo.


Monday, November 23, 2009


Holiday 2009 Collection "Cult Classic" from HELLZ on Vimeo.

I'm smitten.


The Understanding

Security has to be the mega appeal of relationships. Confidence in understanding between two people you find each other incredibly alluring. The solemate theory. I don't believe in it, but times like this with someone you love definitely are a strong argument. Check out this scene from "Last Tango In Paris" and tell me if this isn't the best kind of love.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Pacific-Atlantic Romantic

Back down on top of covers and my ceiling fan is spinning in autumn because lust is hot and my heat is on. The blades spin on the fan and my wheels begin to turn with it. Once more, the milk-dry cow cliché’ is me thinking about my life. Time and time again time has me in his clutches. Its late. November 20th has come and gone and I am another year older. I blew the candles out on the cake and made a wish.

She went home and I will sleep alone. I am at liberty with a bachelor pad and a lifestyle that only caters to me, myself and I. I’m good, aren’t I? Moonlight shines in and wonder if on some side of that there is a “one” that I will meet one day. This is not a love story though. I’m heart -broken and I’ll lay here putting my pieces back together, and I’ll think about me. Not anyone else, just me. Rather selfish, wouldn’t you say? I am the guy with his running shoes on chasing his dreams. I have a new crush every other week. I over-analyze and I wonder and I ponder possible omens from the gods. That wish I made when I blew out the candles, I won’t tell because I want it to come true. Kicking myself. I am thinking about how I have been so idealistic over the past few years and perhaps too much so; maybe I’m not realistic enough. I am thinking about doubt.

It’s beginning to hurt but I can’t stop. I am sinking -- drowning even—in the thought that I have missed my calling or I skipped a step. I start thinking that all this dream chasing shit is for the fucking birds and maybe I just need to get comfortable with pushing papers and pressing keys in a cubicle. How I wish I knew then what I know now, at least I would have more time to put the knowledge to use. I’m not getting no younger! I’m becoming irate and rather frightened. My eyes tighten and my breath shortens. I am panicking. But before its said and before it’s done, I’ll change my approach. Chasing dreams is easy, I suppose it’s what most people do in their own way but what if I traded in the running shoes for a hammer and nails and I began building the dream.

What if I put flesh to my ideas and made these dreams come true simply by working rather than playing this game of “hurry up and wait”? What if I made it definite that there was no defeat? There is no waiting for a sign. You don’t wait for the call but it’s not a numbers game any longer. You do it, you’ll get it. All the if’s turn to when’s and that’s when loses turn to wins. Time is boxing but he has one short hand, so when I punch the clock, I just stick and move. I am AMAZING. The doubt begins to crack and I start to sink into a peaceful sleep.

Oh and as for that dream girl, tell her grab a seat. I keep a big broom, I came to sweep you off your feet.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Rosa Acosta + SUPREME

Official Rosa Acosta x Supreme Video

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Alvaro Puentes Photography


Alvaro's Flickr >


"'scuse me as i kiss the sky, i got cigarettes and condoms, a pocket full of sin" - jay west

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Paula Patton Cover + BTS of Shoot

Behind-The-Scenes of the shoot

say, 'thank you'
via GIANT Mag

"A Single Man"

Tom Ford's impressive directorial debut. Opening in the US in December.

Paula Patton in GIANT MAG

Some are calling her the next Halle.

Robin Thicke calls here wifey.

I'll just call her tonight.

check out GIANT MAG >

Rosa Acosta - XXL Eye Candy

Aside from her being my favorite girl to stare at right now, these images are actually kinda dope. Thanks XXL

Monday, November 9, 2009

La Suivre

La Suivre. from philthegod. on Vimeo.

A short film by Phil.TheGod.Reid.
A good friend of mine and the guy who directed my video, "The Language".
Say hello > PHIL's Tumblr

Playmate/Model Nicole Narain

here's a little something to get the monkey off your monkey. lol.

WTAPS "Looks Gentleman But Rude"

Via Hypebeast

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Casa Del Camino Hotel - Casa Surf Suites Project

The LOST Suite

"Casa Surf Project
10 Designers, 10 Suites, 10 Companies
One Truly Unique Project"

Etnies Suite

Billabon Women's Suites

VIEW ALL 10>>>

Trey Songz – "Invented Sex"

Much talked about joint from the dude, Trizzy. Salute to Trey. He really took it there. Ladies flipped their lids over this on twitter. The video is pretty much soft porn. I gotta admit that I woulda done a video like this if I was on some R&B shit. Peep it.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Batteries Low

Me and all of my vices. Me and all of my imperfections. Me and all of my broken promises to broken hearts. I gotta shut my eyes at night and live with that. I could spend a whole weekend with a packed bag running from who I am and spend hours in the studio singing songs about how cool I am. I could spend the wee-hours drowning in liquor. I could find more women and bury my face in their tits and fragrances…But before too long, I will slow down. I will have to recharge, I’ll have to face the work cut out for me. I’ll have a lonely train ride back home. I’ll have a shower and a moment of clarity. Every phone number in my beat up Blackberry won’t answer and I will be by myself again. I’m self-aware and self-reliant. I face me whenever I shut my eyes and I don’t apologize to myself for myself.

I’ll just write another rhyme.
D R U G S + C A N D Y


GOURMET Spring 2010

Man, these guys don't fuck around.

Via SNKRfrkr>