The Birth of MAW Supply: 1st official Pop Up Shop

MAW Day Party!

MAW Supply an online based, vintage inspired, boutique created a way for customers to see and feel their product at an event called #MAWDAYPARTY. Rachelle and Norman Clark, founders of MAW Supply clothing, hosted their first official Pop Up Shop event from 1 p.m to 6 p.m Saturday in Houston, TX.

Upon entry in the cozy venue, the pleasant sounds from their DJ for the day, Yobi Yobz , filled the air. Above the elevated stage the he stood on, the classic film, Raisin in the Sun played from a projector onto the wall. Directly in front of the stage, MAW Supply’s merchandise hung from metal racks, around a vibrant rugs and sectional couches.

No two pieces are alike and are hand-picked by Norman and Rachelle; they pride themselves on their passion.

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Pop Up Shop set up

“We want every piece to have a story of its own,” Rachelle said. “We look for what’s comfy, functional, and are conversation starters. It’s a collection of pieces that no one else will have on.”

According to Rachelle, additional vendors were brought in by MAW to provide variety to the casual shopping experience. Just a few of those vendors were Ash.A Co (insta: love_ashaco) – a business founded by a couple dedicated to creating handmade jewelry from clay, La Verte Natural Bath and Body Company was in attendance and well equipped with samples of all natural, body creams and bath bombs.  Hindsight Bias, by Norman Clark of MAW, shared a rack with the women’s and men’s clothing of MAW.

Hindsight Bias, the extension of MAW, is currently comprised of 4 designs of thought provoking, printed T-shirts. Norman, present at the event, rocked a piece from his collection, which read, “Do not look at the negro. His earthly problems are ended.” It was an excerpt from an NAACP circular that included a photo of the 1920s lynching of Rubin Stacey. Norman explained that most shirts meant to express black pride are often cliché with sayings like “melanin” or an image of a power fist.

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Ash. A Co’s African inspired necklaces

“They all look the same…I wanted to create a shirt that displays some of the darker truths about our history,” he said. “MAW is the happy and colorful side of this.”

All items on display were for sale. Hindsight Bias T’s were available for $25, but are also available online. Prices may vary. MAW Supply plans to do similar events in the future.

The Birth of MAW Supply

The Clarks set out to share their passion for fashion around 2012 when they met during their studies at Sam Houston State University. They enjoyed discovering unique pieces of clothing and reusing them to create an individual style. In other words, the two found a way to capitalize of their passion for thrifting. They then took those gems of high quality, and decided to put them up for sale to the public.

Fun fact: Rachelle and Norman were married earlier this year! Wish them well here.

Rachelle described how MAW, short for Man and Woman, became public in 2013:

“We both knew immediately that each of us wanted to be acknowledged for our individualism, and for sticking to who we are,” Rachelle said. “We notice the trends and it’s great to take note of, but we don’t let it drive our reason for doing this.”

For those unfamiliar with, or veteran level thrifters, MAW Supply is the place to find easily accessible gems. Their business model allows shoppers to skip skimming through isles of clothing at the thrift shop. As their saying goes, they “do the dirty work for you”.

The next step for MAW Supply is to eventually get a store front as their business continues to grow. As Rachelle says, “It does not stop here!”

For inquiries on their merchandise and updates on future events, please visit mawsupply.com and check out their Instagram: MAW SUPPLY . Their products are also available on Esty.

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Founders of MAW Supply Rachelle and Norman Clark #blackbusiness #blacklove

With love and light.

-Fly

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Echo

Life is not free

So quickly can it be taken from me. No reimbursement or early disconnection fees

From the cell towers I hear the echo in the streets. White vans and stained seats

I wonder what he was thinking When his spirit finished sinking

To oblivion

Just a text before it was done

What can I do to lay with the sun

Never look directly into the light

until you’re ready to fight. It shines in front of closed eyes

fear keeps them shut to their purpose.

Many of us who face the plight we call life.

We need fresh air…walk outside to try and breathe but see…

Out there I can still hear the echos in the streets

The vibrations in my sleep. I can still see the white van and stained seat.

Pierced a hole in my soul. No hopes of ever being whole

again.

Pierced a hole in my soul. I hope I am made whole

again.

Lord please forgive my sins for I am angry.

I envy them all when they’re still able to crawl and cry into daddy’s shirt, play dress up in mommy’s skirt. Sit in daddy’s game day chair. No worries cuz he always there.

He and I were a great pair.

Were.

So open and closed, but close .I shared my very soul. It filled me with such comfort. Encouraged me to keep pushing through strong winds and shady kin.

Keep steps to success discreet and strike when they are sleeping on me.

The echo through the streets, and upon a clean seat

Sat a picture of me, in the hands of the one finally at peace.

In my dreams the light cradles me slow. Speaks of being free, but dangles the keys out in front of me.

Daddy can I go?

Daddy, let go.

Please let me go.

Let go.

Let go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To my People

To my people, I am sorry.

I speak to those of all heritage. Not just to black or white, but to ALL.

I want to apologize for confusing you with my internal conflicts, the complex I didn’t realize existed until about a year ago in an exchange with an elderly customer.

“Excuse me ma’am,” the woman said at the top of her lungs.  Assuming she had poor hearing, I inched closer to her to reply, “Yes ma’am what’s going on?” “Well I was looking for your manager,” she said. “Okay which one in particular?”

“You know, the colored one.”

Pause.

I stared into her eyes of no remorse or even awareness that, for one, no one says that anymore, and, two, it’s not okay. I stood there in awe before I, “….you know, colored, like you. ”

Oh, she was really serious. Alright. “You mean black? If so, there are quite a few of us here.” Heart racing, blood boiling, I walked quickly over to the nearest phone to access the loud speaker and beckoned this lovely lady to follow.

“COLORED MANAGERS TO DRESSES PLEASE. COLORED MANAGERS TO DRESSES.”

I glared at her. She smiled in approval. Surely, the store manager rushes over, burning a hole in my face with her disbelief. “Yes, this woman was looking for the colored manager.”

Pause.

Alright so I didn’t actually get to announce that. I only got to say: “[Name] to dresses please.” I had the pleasure of enduring her questions about us coloreds: my hair, why I was so skinny, why my hair wasn’t straightened like the majority of the girls in the vicinity. Anyway, I called my dad immediately after work to tell him about the ordeal. He chuckled at my story.

“Baby girl, Is this the first time you’ve heard that? She was old huh? That’s just how it is, don’t let it get to you.”

It was then, I realized my silence. I was made so very aware of my skin in that moment. It wasn’t the first time I heard something like that from an elderly majority. I had an impeccable ability to pretend that it meant nothing to me.

All this time I have said nothing.

I grew up in a fairly diverse area. I knew I was unique and I embraced it. I was blessed to be around people of all shades. At the end of my 5th grade year at Epps Island Elementary. I had to move to the south side to Dowling Middle School, where I experience a giant culture shock. Suddenly, I became “that skinny light-skinned girl with good hair”. I was too skinny, too smart, and to proper. This made people uncomfortable and I didn’t understand why. I struggled to find a balance and abandoned my true self to fit in with those in my culture, even still I was not good enough.

For this I am sorry.

My people, I am not the friend who grants you racism immunity. “I have a black friend….” I will not flatten my fro to avoid scaring you. I will no longer hide my frustration with the justice system. I told myself Sandra Bland was a coincidence. Eric Garner was a coincidence…countless others were all coincidences. I have told you that it was nonsense. I should have corrected you when you said,”but you’re not really black.” For that, I am sorry. Obama’s presidency has not suppressed or ended racism, but has, in fact, magnified it. Trump has given people permission to hobble out of their racist closets to speak hateful thoughts and call people “sensitive” for having a problem with it.

Black jokes are not funny anymore.

There are bad apples out there in every color, but they don’t all need a hashtag. My people, you can’t be offended because a hashtag was not made for you. #Blacklivesmatter because they actually don’t matter to many, but this in no way diminishes your value. My people, no one is personally attacking you. I am simply asking you to take responsibility. Use your privilege to stand up to your racist uncles or aunties. Be kind. Be selfless. Be attentive.

To my people. White jokes aren’t funny anymore. You don’t have to tear down one to lift up another. We have a duty, a responsibility to inform our people, all people, the ways of the world. We have a responsibility to improve our image to those who doubt us. Success speaks louder than disorganized protests and riots. I have sat, silent, in fear of being rejected again, by my people. For that, I am sorry. Change begins within. Do not oppress or limit yourself; society does a great job of that.

For the record…I don’t “talk white”, I speak English.

To my people , I love you all. None of us are perfect. No one is attacking you personally, I am only asking you to take responsibility. Uplift our women, our men, our baby girls and boys. Enlighten the parents who segregate  and embrace prejudice mindset. Spread the love.

There is a uniqueness in every culture. It’s a beautiful thing when you can accept that.

-Fly

HONOR Alton Sterling and Philando Castile June 2016

“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr 

March On Washington For Jobs And Freedom

Leaders of March on Washington for Jobs & Freedom marching w. signs (R-L) Rabbi Joachim Prinz, unident., Eugene Carson Blake, Martin Luther King, Floyd McKissick, Matthew Ahmann & John Lewis. (Photo by Robert W. Kelley/The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images)

http://www.nationalservice.gov/mlkday

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Dreams to action: STACK Sports Performance Facility

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STACK Baytown Owners: Mary Lou (Left) and Pierre Russell (Right)

When passion meets purpose great things can happen. Together, entrepreneurs and Sam Houston State University Alumni, Pierre and Mary Lou Russell run their newly opened sports training facility, STACK in Baytown, TX.

Stack Baytown, one of the many facilities in the STACK Velocity franchise, specializes in making better athletes in a variety of sports such as soccer, track, basketball, and others. Every coach is certified, has obtained a degree, with a passion that dedicates them to the sport. Mary Lou and Pierre are two of the many coaches.

Additionally, STACK is able to offer rehabilitation to athletes recovering from injury or surgeries. Russell optimizes the gym space particularly well with a fully equipped “victory rack” or adult jungle gym, holding up to 50 people.

Additionally,  STACK is able to offer rehabilitation to athletes recovering from injury or surgeries. Russell optimizes the gym space particularly well with a fully equipped “victory rack” or adult jungle gym, holding up to 50 people.

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The victory rack offers diversity in workouts.

Pierre and Mary Lou’s location offers specific training for athletes as young as 6 years old to pro athlete. They alternate coaches and plans with different work outs every time. STACK also acts as an open gym venue for non-athletes looking to stay in shape (general fitness). Coaches are in the vicinity to assist in the use of equipment that may be unfamiliar or difficult to use.

“Many times people can be embarrassed to ask for help at a typical gym or there’s no help available,” Russell said. “Here we make sure to be there to guide them.”

A few of the specific private training sessions are competition prep- bodybuilding, women’s bikini, women’s figure, and men and women’s physique. It also includes general fitness and weight loss.

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The newlyweds also travel the country competing in body building events with their team Strength of Body and Mind (SBM). Most recently, the pair participated in the NPC National Body Building Championship in Miami Florida in hopes of securing their pro card.

Mary Lou Munguia (Russell) competes particularly in bikini while Pierre takes on men’s physique. (See Mary Lou win Overall Bikini NPC 2015)

After weeks of training and prepping, 10 seconds on stage will determine whether or not they secure the prize. Mary Lou placed 11th while another SBM member placed 4th. Regardless the outcome, they have STACK Baytown to continue towards their goals and helping others to do the same.

During his college years at SHSU, Pierre Russell created and ran an after school fitness program for kids that sparked his desire to open his own facility to keep kids active. He wishes to continue working to extend STACK’s reach.

“I would love to be involved with (SHSU) colleges more to help and be an inspiration to others and potentially help them graduate,” Pierre Russell said.

Internships are available to students approaching graduation and interested in entering sports training or related fields. Contact STACK Baytown at 281-838-8336.

For a more in depth look at STACK Baytown’s services visit http://www.velocitysp.com/baytown. They are open Monday through Friday 6 a.m. to 10 p.m., Saturdays 6 a.m. to 1 p.m, and closed Sundays.

Fun Fact: Pierre believes that one the most difficult obstacles in opening STACK was the fear of disappointing those who believe in him, but one of the sayings at STACK motivates to absolve any fear. That saying is “Let’s EAT!”                         (eat em up Kats? No? Alright)

I’ve had the pleasure of encountering some of the most determined, hard working people at Sam Houston. There is always a sense of family and togetherness among Bearkats. I believe that same feeling translates over to STACK. When in Baytown, pay Mary Lou and Pierre a visit. Fun fact #2: They will celebrate their wedding anniversary December 21st. Show them love!

 

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Review: ‘Steve Jobs’ does a better Job

“There is a small girl who believes you’re her father…what are you going to do about that?”

“God sent his only son on a suicide mission, but we like him anyway cause’ he made trees,” 🙂

Steve Jobs (Michael Fassbender) said as he sat in his dressing room brushing powder on his cheeks before the launch of the first Mac Computer.

“Steve Jobs” the second film made since 2013 in honor of the late Steve Jobs is centered around the premise of the tech giant behind Apple Inc. Based primarily on the character of an icon Steve Jobs and the way he effected those around him, the offers a more personal look into his life.

With Danny Boyle as director (28 days Later, Slumdog Millionaire) and writer Aaron Sorkin (The Social Network), “Steve Jobs” exudes promise at the box office and to the hearts of the masses. The film has made over $520k in its first week of limited release beginning October 9th. The film due to hit screens everywhere on October 23rd.

(UPDATE: “Steve Jobs” grossing $2.7 million so far. Now on big screens every where! Click here )

Rather than watching a story about the man who created Apple it is simply a story about the man. It is a personal look into the life of the innovator and acts as a kudos/critique version with a little fluff. It is a moving, and truly thought provoking film, especially when thinking about how much Apple Inc has impacted societal and individual thinking.

Reminiscent of three acts in a stage play, “Steve Jobs” occurs over the course of three prominent product launches from 1988 to 1998 with scenes of importance in between. Every line delivered by Fassbender flowed so effortlessly in interacting with the other characters. Previously starring as young Magneto in “X-men: First Class”, Fassbender’s commanding presence allows him to fully submerge in the main character.

Enter Seth Rogan as Steve “Woz” Wozniak to simply ask Jobs to mention developers of the Apple II, a project Jobs previously collaborated with Woz on, in his speech right before the launch. Enter Katherine Waterson as Steve Jobs’ baby’s momma Chrisann Brennan, followed by Makenzie Moss as 5 year old Lisa Brennan to collect monies due for child support all before the Mac launch. This is a theme seen in each “act”: right before a launch, all hell breaks loose.

Jobs’ first CEO, John Scully (Jeff Daniels) was painted in the beginning as a father figure to Jobs and a menacing snake by the end. One scene that especially stands out is one right before the launch of the black cube with Jobs’ new company NeXT. Sculley calmly sits in a chair in the middle of a lengthy corridor, waiting for Jobs to enter. The two enter a quarrel that can be difficult to keep up with for those with selective hearing, but the tension between the two in that moment pulls viewers to the edge of their seats.

There are a few scenes that can make viewers feel as though they are in the movie. Just watching this film, there is overdose of euphoria by the sheer energy of the crowds awaiting the infamous Steve Jobs before launches. At each launch little Lisa Brennan enters at the perfect time, diffusing any tension. There are a few things that are just plain weird. One in particular, Chrisann comes back, seemingly high on something, arguing with Jobs about money. Jobs casually stands up, enters a bathroom where I used my imagination and decided he was dipping his feet in toilet water and putting his shoes back on. Confused? Me too. It was a strangely delightful “wait…what?” moment.

Going in, viewers should know that Steve Jobs has already passed away, but “Steve Jobs” does not highlight his deteriorating health or death. Even though the movie is somewhat dark and raw, there are a few hints of refreshing humor. It ends with an uplifting reconciliation with his eldest daughter, Lisa.

Steve Jobs 1955-2011 Cred: Jonathan Mak

Steve Jobs 1955-2011
Cred: Jonathan Mak

In the 2013 version “Jobs” Ashton Kutcher’s role was Steve Jobs and I have to say, Fassbender blew him out of the water within the first five or ten minutes of the film. As an android/PC user, I had the pleasure of seeing “Steve Jobs” before seeing “Jobs” so I went in completely unbiased. Kutcher attempted to embody Steve Jobs down to his walk, but it just didn’t give it to me. Kutcher’s high energy moments just touched the caliber of Fassbender’s calm. The characters highlighted in “Steve Jobs” made more sense than those in “Jobs”. Kate Winslet as Joana Hoffman, head of marketing, stepped in as Jobs’ confidant and advisor, especially when it came to his daughter, whom he denies multiple times.  “Jobs” focuses more on the product versus Jobs character.

If I were asked which version was better I would say “Jobs” was maybe 6.5 out of 10, but “Steve Jobs”, hands down, more entertaining and moving. It could easily get any character involved an Oscar nomination, specifically Fassbender and Rogan. (Sorry Mr. Kutcher)

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The Great Divide

The Great Divide.

Students…take a seat and

Let us partake in…words

How do we define peace/ when our

Levels of stress can only be relieved with our skin caressed in sweat

When does the struggle subside?

You see, the truth lies in the lies in the eyes of politicians and the dispositions of society to oppress

We dehydrate in the fire, forced to drink our tears to survive

Most hide behind the lines of the Great Divide

Take it back to the purple, black, and white folk

Words of folklore derived from our purple black and white ancestors. The Great Divide

So how do we define peace? Who really, is the ally?

Through rhythms, rhymes and haikus; Shakespeare sonnets and melodies

All granted by the hands of God himself, to bridge the gap. The Great Divide

Music as art, art as war, war as a hindrance to all innocence

Art as music, as war must commence in our struggle to stop the struggle

To achieve the peace

Break it into pieces, call it …words.

Use it to paint tapestries that lick the stature of the Mona Lisa. Resting point

At the Great Divide

Words as art, art as music trickle down from the top of the cranium, and kick off the tips of a pen onto

A rhythmic canvass, like morning dew in the sweetest meadows of Greece. Peace. In the Great Divide

In the mind of an artist, of a dreamer, there is such word as retire

Retire to the prison

Prisoners within walls of fire, that is, the walls of the edge of our desires

When we find ourselves between these rocks and other hard places, we search for embraces only to

find empty spaces

Ironically, we can find peace behind its own definition which so happens to be

The lack of hesitation as a single nation, under God

That is, HE who is the motivation, up high where stress is no threat

Up high is the direction to aim. To the other side of the middle of the Great Divide

Just when the struggle to battle the struggle subsides, consistency has a tendency to die

Common passersby call it cries, we call it…words. So we continue to drink our tears to survive

Walk through the wastelands left by man.

Art as music, music as war, and war as a challenge

Music as war as art as poetry. Call it…words

-Fly

After thought: What are some things you can take from this poem? How do you think the fight for social/racial/gender equality is going? Are you a soldier in that fight?

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