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Why I’m Not Sorry

Saturday, 10 December 2017 — Shabbat 3:26 am

It’s a chilly Saturday morning around 3:30 am as I type this. The past couple of days have been incredibly cold in Pueblo, Colorado dipping into 3 degree weather one night and 9 degrees the next.  It’s been harder for my body to warm up.  It’s really not very fun.  It sets for a very non-productive vibe.  Really I just want to snuggle at home and watch all the shows on my DVR and eat soup and pasta interchangeably til I fall asleep into my next nap, but that’s not ideal.  The cold makes me want to curl up in a blanket all day.  In fact, I have one at the salon and sit on the couch in a blanket these days.  I’ve been so cold! It looks unprofessional so I only do that when no one is around, but it’s tough on my body.  I stand all day and as soon as I sit, I want to relax.

Last night I received an email from my color mentor in New York.  She wrote to about 25 of us or so to let us know that her color line is no longer going to be manufactured.  I was devastated for her.  I remember learning all of the education for this line and helping to spread the word and I remember how uninformed folks were and I remember how unsupportive the parent-company was of her.  I was not surprised, sadly, to hear that sales were low and the contract had come to an end.  I was incredibly disappointed for her and this brand has not had a chance to flourish for the smart colorists it was designed for.  It made me upset.  Chris saw how upset I was. I came home and started researching brands to convert my current dispensary.  We’re not going to convert until January 1st, but needless to say, my next order received will be my last order received of Beth Minardi Signature.  So many dreams were crushed yesterday.  It was really one of the saddest responses I have sent back to her.  Later that night, I saw her post her “press release”-style letter on Facebook for tens of thousands of industry folks to see.  The horror in my mind that occurred to be her right now.  She sent me a response with all the love in her heart and her words and also asked for me to pray for her. I will, Beth.  I will.  I’m disappointed as if her color line were my own because it was one of the only brands I had a full few of as an educator at Joico from the time it was introduced.  It’s the end of an era for me.  It shows me that no matter how legendary you are as a celebrity colorist and well-known educator in your field, you can be thrown off a pedestal just like everyone else.

I think back to the election and Hillary Clinton not winning the presidency.  I see a 30+ year career thrown to the wolves.  Trump is putting white supremacists in office and tweeting nonsense and in the meantime Hillary is in a bookstore in upstate New York trying to avoid the press.  It’s dissolving really.  It’s sad.

Last night, another powerful woman I have always admired, Madonna, received an award during Billboard’s Women in Music event.  The broadcast will air on December 12th, but I’ve already read and seen her speech.  She talks about moving to New York, being raped at knife point, being robbed numerous times, being everyone’s sex object and being torn down for doing so and talking about those things.  She remembers being with Sean Penn and how mortifying it was for people to see her with this man and his temper.  She felt dismissed.  When she released Erotica and the Sex book in the early nineties, she was called a whore and a witch.  She had a message for all the girls and gay boys and men and polka-dotted folks at the time.  No one listened, they criticized this artist.  I actually love Erotica and find it to be one of her trailblazing albums.  It foresaw so many genres and where music was gonna go.  She wasn’t a man.  She was Madonna.  As she got older, radio stations don’t play Madonna anymore.  She’s too old to be Madonna according to radio DJs.  She can’t be sexy.  She can’t have a voice. She’s an opinionated old woman.  If she were an opinionated old man, she’d be sitting in her luxury Penthouse in New York City getting ready to be sworn in as commander and chief and everyone would make excuses for her (his) bad behavior.  She’s not a man.  She’s being written off.  Honored, but written off and she’s feeling it.

Beth Minardi, Hillary Clinton, Madonna.  Three women I admire.  Three women that should never say sorry for being them or feel any shame in their monumental careers.  I don’t ever eel like women in power have a fair shake.  They win awards, they make fortunes, but they’re not always appreciated.

This morning I woke up, Beth’s letter still in my head.  Tweets about Hillary still in my phone, Madonna in my earbuds and I think to myself: “thank you for being you.”  Thank you all for being fearless.

As a gay man its sometimes really difficult to morph into what society thinks of you.  They’re all too busy wondering if you take it up the ass or have been “out” since you were six.  They all want to hear these sobbing coming out stories and feel bad for you for being gay.   They only focus on my sexuality; they forget that I’m a human.  They bring up my sexuality constantly.  They ask me if I like blow jobs and porn.  They don’t ask me what I studied in college or who my favorite Food Network chef is.  They ask me sexual questions.  I refuse to answer.  They call me boring.  The only time I wasn’t “boring” as a gay man in recent years was when a woman called me a faggot in a bar a year and  half (almost two years) ago.  I asked her to stop saying that word.  She repeated it three times and waved her middle fingers at me and proceeded to start a riot and throw her drink at me.  I slapped her.  Her behavior was out of hand. Her words were out of hand.

As soon as that incident happened, I was poison.  All my comedy gigs were suddenly here and there or canceled. People wrote hateful blogs about me.  People had threads on Facebook about me.  It didn’t help that the incident was filmed and placed online for the world to see.  This video clip made it to a few websites and all of sudden Josh-Cooley.com was being attacked with hateful messages: “you’re gonna die from AIDs, Fag!” / “I’m going to shoot you outside your salon on Tuesday.” / “I’m gonna beat your ass since you like to beat women” and many other things were sent to me.  No one saw that situation.  They aimed at my sexuality.  They aimed at my reputation as a popular hairdresser, a blogger, a comedian, a socialite in my area.  They did everything in their power to run me out of town.  They didn’t win.  I went to work like a big boy and called the cops if needed and filed police reports, called publishers, called websites, called lawyers, went to court and settled what I needed to legally.

Legally, I got a ticket for slapping someone in a bar.  She didn’t get shit for starting her anit-gay riot against me.  She was defended.  I was the dirty faggot that slapped her . I read horrible things about me from other salon professionals.  They wanted to attack my character and my work.  Gimme a break! You saw me thrown off my pedestal that I have erected for myself and you decided to throw rocks at me when everyone else did.  You’re scum as far as I’m concerned if that’s what you think of me.  If you participated in hateful words or kicked me while I was down, you’re a horrible person.

My point is this: it doesn’t matter how popular my mentors and influences have been, they have all been dismissed and ridiculed and survived.  I have been dismissed, ridiculed and survived.  No one said: “I’m sorry my color line wasn’t successful”. No one said: “I’m sorry I’m not going to be your president.” No one said: “I’m sorry you think I’m an old slut and you forgot about me.” Nothing. There are no apologies to give.

In this life, I have learned that people overuse two phrases the most.  The two phrases are: “I love you” and “I’m sorry”.  I don’t believe them fully. I once felt love, it goes away.  It gets old like paint on a signature wall you used to love in your house.  I’m sorry is so disingenuous.  If you are trying to apologize, “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it.  Your actions, your words, you further actions and restriction from judgement show a true apology.  The words  “I’m sorry” are rarely uttered from my mouth. Some would call me arrogant for this, I would deem myself shameless.

2017 is approaching fast.  Beth is still an amazing colorist and educator living in New York.  Hillary is taking a breather, but just as gracious as ever and Madonna is still a bad ass bitch, still touring, still making music.  They all inspire me.  They all keep moving forward.  I am too.

I have spent the better part of 2015 and 2016 avoiding life in Pueblo, Colorado.  I used to love this city.  I used to be a part of its heartbeat.  I miss that.  I have heard numerous gossipy things about me, but I’m so above it.  “The slap” is old news.  Jesus Christ!  It’s two years old!!  Its been dealt with.  If you ask me again, I’m still not sorry.  I’m not. I apologized publicly for shaming the city of Pueblo in a viral video that didn’t represent us very well and I apologized to the business it happened in.  The owners of the business don’t like me very much anymore.  Well, whatever.  Then don’t like me. Fuck ’em!   I’m not gonna kiss your ass to get in your good graces.  I apologized.  I moved on.  I am moving on in 2017 FULLY.  That past is the past and it’s tim to focus on the future.

I’m going to take a good month off from the blog soon and restructure my social media as I’ve been hinting at for a year.  Right now, I’m looking at a new Twitter/Instagram handle @cooleyisthenewgarbo.  The @studiojry days are over. I’m going to focus on Rockstars + Lambs and my staff and my growing work with Label.m.  I am going to write comedy again at some point, but as of now, that’s almost nonexistent.  Madonna’s not played on the radio anymore and I’m not getting comedy gigs.  Whatever.  One of the most hurtful things I can be told from a NEW CLIENT in the salon is when they share with me that their co-workers or friends shared “the slap” video with them.  I don’t honor that conversation in my salon.  I think it’s a trashy subject.  I’m bored by it now.  If all I am to you after two years is a faggot that slapped a bigot that happened to be a drunk female and you’re still judging me for it, you can fuck off.  I’m not sorry.  I won’t be.  I don’t care to be and I don’t have to prove myself to you anymore.

My mentors didn’t lay down and die cos people were against them or didn’t support them and neither am I.

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Shabbat: #onlylove

Saturday, 18 June 2016 — Shabbat 

I woke up really early this morning and filmed a Facebook Live video.  I really didn’t know what the point of the video was going to be, but it was something along the lines of “have a beautiful Saturday” and “be nice to each other”.  I think the world needs to be nicer really.  This past week full of nasty headlines, hateful words and bad decisions made by bad people and bad journalists that continue reporting all this bad news has left me really depressed and upset.  It was nice, for once, to wake up and just start brand new.  That’s what Shabbat is all about: new energy for the week.  For one moment in time (25 hours exactly), The Creator gives us new energy, new hope and new blessings.  Its up to us how we use that energy.  I wish the world used their energy for good, not bad.  I wish we used our words for good, not bad.  I wish we all had good intentions and just respected one another.  We’ve truly lost that and this last week reminded me of that.  Going forward into this new week, I’m only focusing on love.  I suggest we all do that.

#onlylove

xo- j.

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Living Well: JRy’s Crude Guide to Phone Etiquette

Hello LuxeLovers!

How have you been?  It’s been awhile since I’ve written and I have to be honest: I almost NEVER blogged again.  Truly.  Let’s just say this: life got cuh-razy for a second.  It was best to stay away from the internet.  I started thinking back to the days before social media while a client and I began discussing turning off our electronics at least one day a week.

When you say that do someone in today’s day and age, they shriek on the inside! The can’t handle NOT having their phone with them, much less not being able to get a WiFI signal or look at their phones every three or four seconds.  Watch a person closely that is between the age of 15 and 45, they look like they’re trying to locate flying bullets when they reach to glance at their phone screen.

I have a couple rules when it comes to phones that I want to go over that piss me off to the point that I believe could be making a bad impression in today’s day and age

1. Do not look at your phone when you’re at a meal with people.

I cannot stand sitting across from someone that is stuck to their phone when I’m flipping the bill for a nice meal.  It urks me really! I think to myself, “have some fucking respect”. Unless you’re doing a quick check-in on Facebook or expecting more in your party, shut your phone off while food is being served and enjoy the food and the company.  Exceptions for this can include: mutual understanding that you’re eating with other anti-social social-media junkies or having a cocktail.  That’s incredibly informal and generally includes adult talk, gossip and various rounds of f-bombs from your day or just for the hell of it, but when food is visible and its time to eat, for Peter’s sake, please place your phone in your coat pocket or set it facedown on a napkin next to you if you’re expecting a phone call… or fucking stay home. (that’s my rule)

2. Put your phone on silent when you’re in a meeting unless you inform the other party ahead of time.

You are meeting with me, asshole.  Please have some respect.  Listen to MY WORDS here AND now. Make eye contact.  Engage in the conversation or risk me never giving a shit to anything you ever have to say again.

3. Shut your phone off for at least an hour a day.

I actually enjoy NOT being on my phone for a couple of hours a day.  I shut my phone off during lunch and sometimes put my iPhone on airplane mode and play games or I place it on “DO NOT DISTURB” while I read the NYTimes or read an actual paper book or magazine. Remember those?  At home, I spend about an hour catching up on the day and then put my phone in the office or bedroom and shut the door.  I love my home life and really, honestly, don’t want to be bothered.  I’m already engaged in adult interaction 70 hours a week on average, I can handle a few hours at home without being dinged and notified of your birthday invite on Facebook.  I’ll get to you, I promise.

4. Do not look at your phone before bed.

One of the biggest mistakes you can ever make is looking at your phone before bed.  I go to bed with my Kindle Fire alot of the time, but I purposely make sure that my Kindle has NO access to my email account or social media and that I am actively reading, playing mind-games or falling asleep to a fight in my headphones I’m listening to on a Hulu episode of The Housewives of Whogivesafuck.

There you have it! Phone etiquette by JRy.  A little crude in delivery, but not nearly as rude as you walking into my salon on the phone or tagging me on Facebook while sitting from me at lunch.

Live well, my darlings!

Josh

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LuxeLove is about what, Josh?! (Part 2: Living Well)

Living well.

We all try to do that, right?

I would hope we all do, honestly. I don’t always practice what I preach.  For one, I love going out with my friends and having a cocktail.  Sadly, that cocktail becomes two, becomes four, becomes binge-drinking.  Not cool. (Then I wonder where all the extra weight and bloating came from… how fucking stupid, right?)

I love spending money.  If I have $4 or $4,000, I am looking to spend it and then I walk around in a cold sweat hoping nothing bad happens. Again.  Pretty fucking stupid.

My worst habit is overworking, hence, why “LuxeLove” has not been updated in OVER a month.  I’ll say yes to EVERY project, every color client, every dinner and appearance I can make. Again, I feel fucking stupid because I’m blowing money and attending the afterparty and it keeps me away from working on productive items I have on my agenda of duties  and tasks to complete.

Do you know what each of the above examples lacks?

Balance.

Everything in life works well when it’s balanced and evened out.  I love cocktails and talked about it in my last blog, but it doesn’t mean that I have to overdo it each time I go out. Set a drink limit or take a certain amount of CASH (yes, CASH) and call it done!  As for money and working, saving money is essential today.  I think things have gotten more expensive as time has gone on.

We all want to live like the reality stars we see on TV.  They have these elaborate lives on screen and then as we pick up groceries or visit Target with the “real people”, we see tabloids that say each of those stars is going to jail for not paying the IRS or has filed bankruptcy trying to put on that facade for us on television.  NOW THAT’S FUCKING STUPID.

Let me switch gears here for a second and talk about what LIVING WELL is for me:

1. Meditation and Listening to your intuition

Call it prayer, call it transcendental meditation, call it out of body, call it day-dreaming, whatever keeps you grounded, make sure you do it both morning and night.  I take at least ten minutes to say “thank you” to the Universe and think about my day to come.  At night, I say a few words to myself and visualize people that have touched my life either that day or in the past.  I think that sets the tone for a good rest.  What would happen if I didn’t wake up?  I want to leave this world with amazing thoughts.

When you think of intuition, you should seriously imagine a small carbon copy of yourself sitting on your shoulder saying, “yes”, “no” and “Really Josh?”

I have found that trusting your intuition will never set you on the wrong path.  Just be honest about what you’re feeling.  If it upsets people, don’t be afraid to tell them what you’re thinking about it.  If they can’t handle it, they’re NOT meant to be in your life at that moment in time. I truly believe that.  The same goes for online purchases.  If you feel like you won’t be able to make your car payment cos of the purchase, move on. You don’t need anything that bad!

2. Communicating clearly and honestly

I check my email and text messages all day! I also make a to-do list of people to talk to and things I want to say before I say them. It’s super important to be a good communicator in this world.  The reason I say that is because I hate when I don’t get a reply or I receive a “form letter” or passive-aggressive response from a person.  The worst is when you see those people post “hinty” Facebook posts online and mean tweets, but you know they don’t approach anyone in person.  That’s a horrible communicator that lacks integrity.

I am guilty of posting “hinty” or generalized tweets and FB posts, but generally I’ve approached the person already.  I can’t stand it when I read something I assume could be about me and the exchange I had with a person earlier or even better: when you KNOW someone is angry and they haven’t told you yet.

In this world, we need to be as honest and candid as our Instagram verbiage and posts. If you can’t be that person in real life, don’t even attempt to macho online.

When you speak, speak honestly. No one likes fake.

3. Take long walks…like Garbo.

Greta Garbo was known for being reclusive and when she moved to New York and lived in near seclusion for almost 50 years, she was seen taking LONG walks and stopping at antique stores to quietly look and occasionally buy.  I practiced this after a major break-up a year or so ago and found out more about my own character.  When I’m alone, I’m very intuitive and very sarcastic.  I don’t care what people think and love to walk with one iPod earbud in and the other ear available to hear traffic or a casual hello. I do this at the gym, the supermarket and on my walk to work each morning. This is a form of “walking meditation” at some points.

My sister is a triathlete and tells me that working out is her meditation.  I never believed her til I started taking LONG Garbo-walks.

4. Make time to rest 

Resting for me is sometimes sitting on my bed with the fan on and creeping on Facebook or re-reading my favorite industry magazine articles or listening to the new Madonna album or even just sitting here at my computer writing.  I may not post anything, but the point is to get away from the public, from my clients, friends and even my partner and telling the wold to “shut the fuck up” for 40 minutes and leave me alone to daydream, catnap or just be.

If you’re not doing this because you’re too busy, I want you to shave 10 imaginary years off your life because you’re not living my dear and the stress is going to give you cancer and you will die never taking time to listen to your thoughts or gather any idea of what it feels like to enjoy the moment you’re in.

Take time to rest.  I go home, set my iPhone on “do not disturb” and set a timer for 40 minutes.  My Virgo tendency has sadly allowed me to have to “structure” rest time. On a day off, I go to lunch, go for a walk, and then go home to nap for about 90 minutes and look forward to happy hour after I wake.  Seriously, that’s one delicious day in the life of JRy.

Okay, my lovely friends, I hope that helps… tell me how YOU relax or what you do to maintain balance in your lives! Tweet me @studiojry or email directly at jcooley@fastmail.co.uk

xoxo-j

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LuxeLove is about what, Josh?! (Part 1: Eating Well)

When I thought about writing a blog again, I had to think about what? Initially, I said “LuxeLove” was all about eating well, living well and loving life.

The logo was designed by my good friend Wade with the key words LOVE, LUXURY, LIFE along the bottom. That fits too.

Why eating well?

Food has been apart of my life (and like most of yours) since I was a young child.  Any bond ever created was created over eating! Seriously, in a Mediterranean home, food is the source of all good and bad.  If you cook together, that’s love.  If you eat together, that’s love.  If you pass a course because you’re “full”, you’re fucking crazy because mom, grandma or a crazy cousin is going to battle it out with you about why you didn’t like the food (even if you did) and how skinny YOU ALREADY are… even if you’re not!

Eating well for me does not mean being vegetarian, eating organic or even watching your calorie intake.  For me, eating well is all about enjoying your life and appreciating ingredients and cravings.

As many of you know, I have tried being vegetarian, gluten-free, kosher, etc. The truth is: I love everything! I believe in partaking in all forms of cuisine, all the way from elevated 5-star courses to street food. It’s all good!  It’s all about balance.

Breakfast + Lunch 

Growing up, I wondered why people ate breakfast and as I got older, I totally understood that breakfast was a main source of nutrition for me because working in a salon for 10 hours, I generally would not get a lunch break.  I didn’t really get a lunch break until I owned by own salon and even then, it’s not guaranteed because I enjoy doing hair just as much as I enjoy breaking bread.

Speaking of breaking bread: lunch is a communal time for me.  I only go to lunch with people I would trust with my secrets. I don’t like going to lunch in a short period of time, I believe that every lunch period should be 90 minutes long like the Europeans.  I also believe that most of your calories should be eaten at lunch in the early afternoon.  You still have time to go for a walk after, relax a bit, check your emails and head back to work for round two! If you don’t have 90 minute window, bring lunch with you to work and take the time to get OUT of the office and go for a walk and eat your lunch outdoors.  Set a timer on your phone and enjoy the small-getway in time.

If you’re really slammed for time and only have 30 minutes or less, reach for a vegetable-based protien shake, a bottle of alkaline water (I’ll explain more later) and some nuts, seeds or grains you can nosh on while you return phone calls and can discreetly chew on in small increments.  Just make sure you mark out time to drink water, have a sensible dinner full of protein and vegetables and don’t forget to have a moment to yourself.  I used to sneak away to the store room in my first commission salon and set a timer for 8-10 minutes while a client was at the washbowl or in between processing times as I was not permitted to leave since I was the salon manager.  It works.  Btw, if you’re one of these people, don’t forget to take vitamins and for God’s sake learn to LOVE breakfast or you’re gonna hate the world around you.

Merienda, Tapas and Happy Hour

I think happy hour and small bites are important!  Truly, in Spain and throughout most part of Europe, the area of time between leaving work and dinner is often referred to as merienda.  This time can also refer to brunch as it’s a mid-morning or later-afternoon snack between meals.  Keep in mind, it’s SMALL. There’s not a lot to it.  You’re not eating courses upon courses.  A pastry, a meat and cheese tray, fruit or even a small salad can make merienda.

Tapas are often eaten two at a time and in refills with a bit of liquor or wine and followed by a stroll and socializing with friends and family.  I love the idea of this!  Happy Hour is cool on this side of the pond, but sadly, Americans tend to forget that we need food and not just liquor to get our pallets wet for the larger meal to come. Happy Hour appetizers here tend to be fried and I’m as guilty as the next guy in LOVING THEM!

However you choose to prepare your appetite, grab a friend and your favorite vino and enjoy the evening. Turn off your phone for dinner and enjoy the company.

Dinner, Shabbat, Spaghetti Sunday + Celebrations

People laugh at me and call me high-maintence because I detest sandwiches in the evening and do not consider them dinner.  That’s take out! If I’m alone or enjoying a Sunday in, I may reach for cold cuts, but generally not at night.  I believe in dressing up a bit, washing your face, putting on some good shoes you love and going for a dinner if you can afford to do so as much as possible!

A fork, a knife, a whole table setting is needed if you ask me and be sure to order a glass of water before to ensure you DON’T over eat.  During the week, I reach for vegetable-based meals.  If I’ve had a really hard day and crave animal protein, I tend to order fish the most.  At home, I don’t even buy meat.  Chris and I eat a large vegetarian diet at home and love meat-free brands like Beyond Meat, Quorn and Gardein for meat-substitutions or have fun experimenting with vegetable-based dishes at home if we’re not going out! This may not be YOUR diet of choice, but it works for us.

Some people celebrate the Sabbath on Fridays, Saturdays or Sundays (or all three) and this traditionally involves a couple courses and an animal protein.  Sabbath is not just a Jewish thing, it’s a Christian thing as well (just celebrated on different days). For my Sabbath meal, I like to go out as I’m modern, not orthodox and I do not answer the phone, I enjoy my company and greet the weekend with a healthy dose of thankfulness, reflection and lots of laughs over wine and later cocktails!

If I make Sabbath dinner, its roast chicken or fish. That’s just me though.  If you want a really confusing fact: I was raised Catholic and back them the argument was still that you ate fish on Fridays.  As I grew up and started following Jewish tradition, that kind of stuck and it’s perfectly acceptable.  Once again, not necessary, but the main point of any sabbath meal is to enjoy your company and appreciate the divine moment through breaking bread with those around you.

Spaghetti Sunday + Celebrations

I have two “food philosophies” I’m known for within my circle of friends and family members:

1. Pasta is a food group.

2. Calories don’t count on Sundays or holidays.  (and I truly believe that)

I grew up eating pasta mostly on Sunday and cooked with my mom in the kitchen unless we went out because someone was working or didn’t have a plan as what to eat or go tired of pasta.  Nevertheless, I have NEVER tired of Spaghetti Sunday and it’s not exclusively Spaghetti served. Any pasta, any Mediterranean or Italian-based dish or multiple dishes were served and you DID NOT answer the phone for Sunday dinner.

Served anywhere from 2-4pm, Sunday dinner gave us a chance to hit the “restart” button for the week and talk as a family.  This meal, by the way, can last for hours.  Be ready to jabber! Those that didn’t last, left and generally, my mom and I were the only two left to refill our plates and eat until we simply couldn’t stop discussing who left first and why they didn’t appreciate the meal.

Celebrations follow the same protocol and generally, me and Mama Vonne were left to drink wine, whiskey and coffee (not in any specific order), and it was and is STILL the HIGHLIGHT of my week.

Happy eating, my loves!

xoxo- j.

Do you have food traditions in your home you want me to write about or want to share? Tweet me @studiojry #luxelove or email me directly jcooley@fastmail.co.uk 

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Welcome to LuxeLove by JRy!

Hey there friends!

Thank you so much for checking out LuxeLove by JRy!  This blog was originally meant to be a lifestyle blog and after close re-working and going back to my authentic style of writing,  I found out people want to know more about what’s going on in my world.  With that said,  I present to you a year in my life.

There is luxury for sure, there is fabulousness, there is love, there is hate, there is shade thrown, there is even a lot of attitude in my entries, but one thing I can guarantee to you whether you meet me behind the screen or in real life, this is all real, this all me, this is all authentic.  To me, that is luxe living!

Honesty is the new black.

Let’s get started! xox- j.

PS: If you have a LuxeLove or special something in your life you’d like to share with me, email directly at jcooley@fastmail.co.uk or tweet me @studiojry 

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