If I can describe my mood with a song.......

Tao of Groove - Super Spectral

Relaxed.........

Models in the family.......

Uncle Leon

Before his big accident my uncle Lorenzo "Leon" Taylor was one of the Bahamas's most profound professional models. He taught models how to walk as a runway instructor and was also known as a brilliant singer in his day. Fate has had it that an unfortunate turn of events would stop his entertainment career but he had bounced back to become a successful architect. Even since I was young my uncle was always perceived as the over achiever of the family, everyone loved him. Now that he has retired it seems as if I'm the next prodigy with a shot to reach stardom. Though I might have the height and looks I still do not posses half of the talent that my uncle had. To follow his footsteps would be a very hard task but I plan on coming into my own identity through a different direction. My uncle gave me a few tips from his experiences as a working model. I have yet to hear about all of his adventures traveling the world but I can only imaging what he has yet to tell me.

My experience of the lifestyle through the glamour and the attention that comes with modeling is very inviting but the sacrifices are great.. You have to constantly work out, eat healthy, maintain good skin, avoid drugs with the exception of alcohol, getting agents who can send you on the best castings. On second thought its really not that difficult if your naturally beautiful but It is not for the lazy..

 

My Parents

 

 

I can't tell if I resemble my mother more than my father or the other way around but I believe the combination came out great. My father grew up as a boy in the country side of Jamaica and my mom grew up in the Bahamas. You could find her bio at (www.ednataylorbooks.com).. My mom has a bunch of modeling photos back in the days rocking the famed afro puff. Ill post them up here whenever I can get ahold of them.  

 

 

 

My mom





My mom modeling in the Bahamas in her hay day. Follow her at @EdnaTaylor11 on twitter and support her books.. Love you mom

I am a good writer... Short film project

I was going through my old laptop and fell across this story I wrote probably 3 or 4 years ago. It took me back to my first few years trying to form a social life in the big city as a adult. This is why I love New York Cit, there are so many different people from different industries. I am friends with people in the Fashion/ Modeling Industry, Oil, Technology field, Law enforcement, Beverage/Liquor, Sports, Jewelry, Marketing/Pr,  Film/Tv Industry, Nightlife/Club, Culinary, Broadway/Theatre, Automotive, Political, Food/Hospitality, Concierge/Hotel, Non profit, Literature, and one of the most interesting out of them all the Porno industry. Brittany Andrews, a woman I met through (Lainie Speiser) at a event she through in the Bowery Electric a few years ago. I came by to say hello and show support to her and still do till this day. It was a cold night and it was packed inside its lower level, but just curiously wanted to see who was coming there and I ended up meeting Brittany. Her name was (Michelle Barry) at the time, she approached me and made small talk but all I could remember out of our conversation that night is her uttering the words "I'm a porno star". Woah that's interesting I thought and I immediately offered her my number for at that time I was a promoter at the time. Having a porno star come to my party was definitely a rare thing to brag about was all I was thinking. Moving forward we kept in contact via text and she actually came to one of my parties one night. It was a very snowy night and I was working at the (Empire Hotel Rooftop) as a promoter subbing for the well known city nightclub promoter (Nyeelah Lewis). It was a dull night but she took a limo through the wretched snow and came to my party. One of the most morale boosting experiences as a first time nightclub promoter and I have a porno star at my table. NICE!!. When people found out her career they flocked to her making me feel like a king. She even muttered some words to me in which I choose  not to say but lets say it was a good night for me. Promoting was never the same after that night for it got harder each and every time I tried after and eventually quit. Me and Brittany still kept in touch and are still currently friends but the next encounter we had in person was what this blog post is all about. She invites me to a event with a few friends somewhere in the Upper east Side. Of course I am willing to come for at that time I was ready to get out of the house in the boring winter time.  Cant recall our entire conversation but remember the words "its going to be uber fun". I met her around the designated area and found out it was a church and I really was happy about that. I am a Agnostic for those who do not know what that is just google the definition. My view point when it comes to the invisible forces of life is " I don't know how this lifetime works or who is controlling it but I am certainly ok with that. I don't trust religious opinion on how life should be lived. I just want to live life as happy as possible pursue financial stability and enjoy it as much as I can before I die. I don't need religion to have morals I am a good person already and intuitively know right from wrong." I have to explain that all the time to people who think I am doomed to hell or im a evil wicked person, Obviously I wasn't happy it was a church and probably would have said no to it had I known before hand. Too late though I was already inside and she had already introduced me to her friends she had invited as well. First thought on her friends were wow this is a very weird and interesting group of people. Apparently this church is friendly to anyone, rather Gay, Straight, Alien, Muslim, just universal. I let her know that I wasn't aware it was a church and kind of felt deceived but she said "just relax you'll enjoy it". I ended up tuning most of the lectures out for the majority of the sermon but I do admit I understand the community aspect of which religion provides. I am not that close minded I just wanted it to end. Now to the point of this story the event ends but Brittany invited us to have lunch with her. We ended up going close by to a café to sit down and hang out. After we get acquainted she starts to tell us about a story she had been through in a recent trip to Dubai. That day unfolded to be one of the most interesting stories I have ever heard in my life. She really is a ring leader. I never forgot the story after that day and decided to surprise her with a spin off of the story she told us with a comedic twist. I hoped to make this skit a short film one day. I re wrote the story as if I was talking as her. With a bit of her real life personality I zoned out and made a very funny version out of the experience and added in some new factors. By the way guys "THE STORY IS FAKE!!!!!!" I just have a crazy imagination like that............. Hope you enjoy

So there I was in a hot office in one of the worst situations of my life so far so I think.. No it was I was facing actual real jail time with no cock around in sight. Hell on earth to the extreme unless I start to turn the other direction and go for a chick in turbans. .I wonder whats waiting on the other side of that turban... Well I am about to find out the hard way unless someone gets me the fuck out of here!!!.........

So a few days earlier my agency tells me about this client in Dubai willing to pay big money for a hot blonde. Been to dubai before so im thinking what the hey, sandy beaches, extra cash in my account, potential to meet more clients while im out there, smooth sailings right??... Now just another long flight to the middle east, (sigh) I wonder how many frequent flyer miles I have earned with this trip underneath my belt. So I arrived at the airport and first thing is first exchange my money at the currency exchange place. Ok so all set, Stopped to look at the beautiful scenery and  yada yada yadaa. Ok now cut the bull shit its time to fuck, where the fuck is this client. So talking to him on my bbm, still waiting to rendezvous so in the mean time I went to this lavish hotel so I can drop my load of baggage and have some hopeful fun. Some of my guys actually make my job fun for the most part and unfortunately this wasnt the case this time. A few back shots, a bit of suckey suckey love you long time with a condom of course, but surprisingly a few rides on his over satisfied belly did stimulate my clit. Wow so this is why woman like guys with big bellys, learn something new everyday... So after our little tango I gave him a little over exaggerated breathing gasps while shaking my leg at the same time saying how awesome it was.. Academy award winning stuff im such a pro at it but enough of this I wanna hit the beach. So I get paid a few hugs and bbm me laters if you get lonely and I was free as a bird!....

Its about 6:50 something, and sun is starting to fall down real soon. Im at my hotel washing off my body getting ready for the night and then responsibility hit me. I have to get this money back home, so i had to do a trick I learned from a friend on how to wire back the money to my US account without it be detected. The worst thing in the world is to wire back money from a town that is associated with terrorist!!! But no worries its gonna be 1 2 3 and out, as easy as sucking a cock of a old rich fart.. Eeeewwwww not my favorite memory.. Alright so I get there to the teller and hand over the money to get things started, had a strange feeling for some reason but oh well still waiting. Suddenly the teller gives me a strange look of suspicion. Oh no my cover is blown!! he must of seen one of my porno flicks!!.... I only wish that was true, instead he looks at me and says excuse me mam this money is counterfeit...  I reply oh ok well ill just run back to my hotel and replace the money, im not far at all be back in a jiffy. The teller says "Mam! you can not leave, you have to wait here till the police arrive.. So two options now, I can work my charm or run outside and blend into the crowd.. Dubai is filled with Hot blondes with vibrant personality..... Not!.......

Now the cops take me into custody and again I have tons of experience with this as well sad to say, but yeah im not a stranger to the jail system.. Before then I took the time out to text all of my friends for advice back home and got the same response from everyone. Make up a story and stick with it!!! So right there I got it, Im just a naive harmless tourist and some asshole took advantage of me by switching my US money with counterfeit money. Im such a poor innocent victim with nice tits. Then reality sunk in just a tiny little bit at this point.Yeah im kind of nervous but again its time to perform. If I can convince people that I had ten orgasms with a dick I cant even feel and get a award for it then i can get out of any situation. So here we go back straight, legs crossed, story ready, hair done, poker face set! Hours are passing by and I had to explain my story about 3 times again and again, while i was starving but kept my composure no sweat..... And then.... And then.... They asked me one more time about what happened and came to their conclusion. If they go through the security cameras at the airport and see that I talked to this so called asshole that takes advantage with tourists with big tits then its all said and done..

So here I am now in a hot office in one of the worst situations of my life so far so I think.......Alright so time out, im in my own world right now, I am fucked! I AM FUCKED!!! and im actually NOT enjoying it this time... Alright so I asked if I can make a phone call. I was actually told that I can go back to my hotel but I have to be back here in the morning exactly at 9am, nothing more nothing less. They had my cell number and I needed a break from the pressure. So I sprung the fuck out of there and went to my hotel kissed my rented bed, popped open some wine and.. wait what the fuck am I doing?? I gotta call the good ole US of A and contact whatever link to the US Embassy there was pronto. And yet of course just like our old trustworthy government is back home, there was no answer.to my cry of help. The voicemail haunted me every time I called but managed to get someone who told me to call back in the morning, about 10am. 1 hour after my sentence back into the pressure hole.. how the fuck am I going to call them if.., alright i need to get drunk, I cant believe this is happening.......

First thing is first this was more of a reality than i thought it was. I call a guy that used to live in Dubai and he's a politician back home and told him my story. He tells me that I am not fucked, I am Quadrupled FUCKED!!!!!! Counterfeit money is one the highest crimes you can ever commit in Dubai next to murder, I am about to be jail bound for a very long time and I have no one to rely on this time around. The thought is making my pussy dryer than the Saharan dessert in the middle of a heatwave in june.Wow where is my mind going .. Wait a minute these people have been calling my phone and I didnt answer. I just woke up from my mini coma wishing it was a dream.. .. Shit I'm sweating bullets. So i called them back. When I finally got ahold they told me to come back to station for more questioning and this time my morale was shot. What is going to happen now, is it a trick? Did they see the cameras? No they didn't. I have to think positive, they wouldn't do this to me.. I'm friendly , I 'm cheerful, Im Brittany in a jail cell, who wants to fuck me now? AHHHHH!!!!!. I called the U.S embassy and finally got someone!! With slight relief and minutes after minutes of being on hold and explaining my situation they found a solution. The lady on the phone said to go do something. And maybe because of the stress and I couldn't quite make out exactly what she said, but to put it in my own words. In a calm voice she said I'm sorry but if you can please do so kindly and go fuck yourself...(Click!!)

So my smart friend calls me back and tells me to say that I am extremely famous over there in the U.S. How kinda true that was but he said if another country puts a celeb in jail they would get serious negative attention. They would choke on the sentence and would probably let me go. A new breathe of fresh air, Yes!!!! That's going to be my alibi. I'm a celebrity and I should really get home or my fans would be very upset, So with my morale boosted I came in the jail cell with my back straight, boobs pointed out. Only to find myself feeling the same pressure I felt when I left the day before.. Ok so I broke the big news and told them I am big time back home.. Their eyes widened up and said oh really?  I nodded uh huh.. What do you do? They asked,. I said I am the famous porrrrrrrrnn..I meant to say I am a famous Actress, Famous Actress and I have a movie to do in a few days.... Woah that was a close one. So the guys keep nodding at me.. Goes to the back room to discuss things while im sitting in the chair stiff as a log hoping to get a light of hope. And it finally came...

"Umm miss Brittany you are free to go, We cant find any evidence that its your money" Wa whaaaaa?!! Oh ok... No need to ask any questions now lil ole me will just go straight home like the good girl I am. As soon as I got out of the room I sprung the fuck out of there!!  Now to schedule a flight and holy shit I left my (      )  back in the office.. I walk down the hallway and before I get into the hell hole I just left, another detective stops me and says "Mam you cannot leave, we need to hold you for more questioning.." I.. I..... I....... I did not just hear what I thought I heard.... At this time my composure flew out of the window. I Fucking Just Completely Lost IT. I kept say  NO! I...........I...... I...... me.... Me go home , ME GO HOME!!! ME GO HOME!!!!!!  ME GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I Ran into the office and grabbed my (       ) All while screaming and pointing toward the exit and my eyes wide open, ME GO HOME!!!!!!!! The expression on the guys face saw the desperation and they let me walk out. With me screaming out and panicking at the same time I hit the door head first and kept on going. Nothing was stopping me from buying the next flight out of dodge. No more to say other than I got my bags and payed for the cab and plane ticket with my real money this time.. Good fucking bye Dubai!!!

I get home to find my cat layed up in the same position I left him in. Then all of a sudden the phone rings and out of all people to call me, its the agency who put me in this position in the first place. Ms., Anonymous tells me " Brittany we have a client in Brazil, you want it?" Hmmm now if I get kidnapped what body part would I have to give up if they hold me ransom... Maybe my finger........

Haven't shot in a while......

I havent shot anything in a while for 2012. I only appeared in the Madonna (Give me all of your love) Video in the beginning of January and then got distracted from modelling for the remainder of the year. These shots were taken by my Turkish photographer Nesly Sagir. We first shot around christmas time 2011 and three more times after the new year. I recieved a note from her one day on ModelMayhem.com. I haven't shot anything in a while and been longing for new photos so didn't mind test shooting. It wasn not a real proffesional shoot, she was a student graduating from photography school and wanted to build up her portfolio. For our first shoot she wanted to have it outside. I recall being really timid of the fact that people would be staring at me. I got over it plus it was a really rough time around that month. I was motivated to get out the house to shake off my mood....

We first started in the Upper East Side and found our way to my place in harlem. I picked out my personal favorite out of the hundreds of shots we took. They are not the most bright and warming pictures but I liked the expressions being portrayed. It was fun for a bunch of test shoots

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How I started Modeling/1st, 2nd, and 3rd Tyson encounter story

The first time I remember anyone saying that I look like Tyson was the school lunch lady in my Junior Highschool Cafeteria. I remember her just stopping me after the food was served and saying you look like that model Tyson Beckford. I didn't know who that was at the time but wouldnt hear that again till I got older. I got the Tyres's alot once the movie Baby Boy hit the big screen. I got the Morris Chesnuts, and I definetely got the 50 Cents when I was in highschool. Occasionally I would get the Seal's and Taye Diggs once in a while.. I didnt even know about the legendary Model, till I had the oppurtunity to work in Montauk Long Island one summer. Thanks to Mike at NEC Security currently known now as All Star security. If he hadn't sent me on this crazy assignment to the farthest part of Long Island then I probably would not be modeling right now. Now that I think of it, me and my partner were the only ones crazy enough to go out there. I am sure they knew...

It was the opening of a new resort named The Surf Lodge in Montauk L.I. My now good friend (Jamie Muholland) and the lovely when she wants to be (Jayma Cardoso) (also part owner of Lavo NYC) opened up the venue after much years of success with Cain NYC and Goldbar (Bottom pic).. Just the thought of me being in the hamptons area was enough for me to get out there. Always heard about the celeb scene and the good looking women. Though the small (Alcohol town with a Fishing problem lol) wasnt exactly the hamptons it was still a known hotspot for tourists. I got to make friends with good people out there such as Steve Kasuba (Owner of Banzai Burger in Long Island), Celebrity Chef Sam Talbot (Semi finalist on Season 2 of Bravos Top Chef), and Marc Wesley ( Works at Ralph Lauren, Interior Designer, and hell of a dancer).

　

So 2 weeks in and my partner (Nevel Storer) gets into a conversation with Mark. I join in and we ended up talking about modeling after observing a few models walk into the establishment. He mentioned that his good friend Tyson will be here today and I kind of resemble him through my eyes. He mentioned that he was thinking about making a show on how the eyes are now a popular thing in modeling. He told me that his mother even has a agency but he could'nt recall the name of it. It was the day the surf lodge was promoting Don Julio tequila and I was posted to the front of the main doors. I remember looking around and hearing footsteps. I turn to my right and I see a muscular dark skinned man with a deep V neck red American Apparel Tshirt and dark shades . He had the deepest ripped cut in the middle of his chest I had ever seen in my life. Then some one say's "oh hey thats Tyson!" My body felt weird, my heart was beating fast, I couldnt talk for a few seconds, I couldnt breathe properly for a little while, I was Star Struck..........

　

For someone that did'nt know as much as I knew about the man now, I still felt his aura as he walked past me. I studdered to my partner on the microphone "yo Nev its its its Ty Tyson Beckford..... He He's Here!!...). I was eager to look at him again as the people crowded around him to take photos and shake his hand. I asked my partner to hold my post and (Jayma Cardoso) stops me. She said "hey you look just like him" "You have similar eyes, a little taller, you should model". That was the turning point of my decision to take modeling seriously. I said to myself for me to look like the only famous Male Super Model in the world, I can't take that for granted. Next thing I know she says"Im going to go tell him that". I saw her walk all the way to Tyson taps him on his shoulder, whisper something in his ear. She then points at me and then he points at me, and again my heart starts racing. I fleed out of the room and told my partner what happened. I saw her a few minutes later and I said "What did he say?!", she said "He said maybe he does look just like me".

The day goes on and random people occasionally came up to me to say "hey you kind of look like him, are you two related?" All of a sudden a man needed to find him and asks me where is he for he needed to talk to him. So I thought here is my chance to walk up and say something to Tyson. Mark mentioned he might be staying at the lodge that night but I had to say something in this rare oppurtunity. The only thing that came to my mind was to ask him how to get on his show that was playing on (Bravo). So I escort the man and all of a sudden I hear "Hey whatsup black man!". He shook my hand and I was in utter shock, just didnt know what to say. I forgot about what I was initially was going to ask him but finally got the courage to force out" Yo Tys I gotta something to ask you but I'll tell you later". He said" Nah man, you better say it now man. I'm not gonna be here all night" With brain freeze I couldnt conjour up any counter reaction before Jamie told me to get back to my post. The only thing I thought of doing was to come to Jamie and ask him if I can get his autograph. He said no but I asked well then can you get it for me please? He said ok.

　

As I'm looking at the autograph Tyson walks past me. I could tell with the way he was walking he knew who he was, with the upmost confidence as he should have. I took notes in my mental note pad and vowed that the gym will become my new best friend. I had the oppurtunity to meet him again in 2011 and a store called Kiehls. Located on 3rd ave and 13th st NYC, it was a skin care event with alot of motorcyclist and celebs in attendance. Just like before when I saw him, (I was Star Struck) and again with the "hey you look like him" from random people. I didn't know what the event was for before I worked it, but I just happened to be catering for that event. When we were in the same room he gave me a fist bump when we were standing next to each other. I'm sure he knew what people were saying but not sure if he remembered me.

Then in October 2011 he hosted a weekly party at (Chrystie 141) in the LES of NYC. A old friend/promoter Michael James (Epic Group/Facebook)was responsible for the event. I was able to attend this event thanks to photographer Daniel Perry (www.DanielPerryStudios.com ). This time I wanted to take a picture with him and when I came up to him to ask, he told me he doesnt take pictures. So I said "ok but I just want to say thank you for making my life so much easier". He said "why do you say that?" I said "because people say I look just like you". We were both laughing and as a end result we ended up partying together that night. ... I shook his hand and told him"its always nice running into you" I wonder if he will remember me the next time he sees me...

Through out the night while at his table, I showed him this picture which is my screen saver on my cell. I said "Remember this". He said "Wow man thats old man!!" "That was like 2006 right there!"...........

　

　

My first new era ad..

I want to thank my good friend Styles Lewis (www.styleslewis.shutterfly.com) or (About.me/Styles Lewis) for getting me this Ad. It was posted all over Howard Universery. I don't go for urban ads but since it was my first I was just happy to know I was being looked at in another part of the country. So I believe this is my first real Ad. The way I got this gig was one day Styles asked me what I was doing, and I said nothing. She told there was a casting going on for new era and so I went. I remember printing out this picture (below) at a FedEx Kinkos. The Sony Digital Print machine was my favorite machine for printing out pictures around this time. I went there and I was feeling a little shaky until I saw their eyes brighten up with delight. They took a few pics of me and told me to have a good day. A few days later they said I got the part and I will be playing the role of the football jock since I was the biggest. They also said the work will be featured in the Magic Show I believe in Las Vegas or something. I was excited that I was getting paid for it too for that was a first for me as well. I was excited.Though there is one thing about this photo people really dont know.  I didn't sleep for 3 whole days straight when I took it.......... (uptop)

Looking @ it now.. Don't really like this picture..This is the headshot I submitted for the job..

Right before I got to this shoot I was in the process of moving from Astoria to the Bronx. No money to really move anything by car or truck so did it the old fashioned way. I had a bookbag a gymbag, garbage bags and a metrocard. I had to make several trips back and forth from each borough I believe about  9 trips back and forth with no sleep in between. Its surprising when you notice how many  things you are in possesion of when moving. The real issue was that I had a deadline from the old landlord threatining to throw out my belongings two days after the move out date. @ this time I was the second in command bouncer @ Cain Luxe NYC so had to be there at night time. The only sleep I got was the train rides. Of course I would occasionally miss my stop. Everytime I missed my stop I had to wipe the drool off my face and drag my feet to the opposite platform going the right direction.  Needless to say that I was very cranky when I finally got to the shoot. This was my first real proffesional shoot but I just wanted to fall asleep. I was in a really bad mood.......

My friend Styles Lewis (www.styleslewis.shutterfly.com) stopped by and checked in with all of the guys since she staffed all of the models. She told methe crew  noticed that I was not in the best of moods and if it were other photographers they would have sent me home. No body really knew what I had to endure for the last few days but had to be professional. I still took her words seriously and I straightened up after the warning. I recall falling asleep many times in the middle of shooting. After all was said and done, I was happy the shoot was finally over. I was at my friends office JD Stewart(www.isolifeny.com) talking to a friend of his. The guy told me that Tradition and New Era actually parted ways. They don't do business anymore. In that case I'm glad I had a chance to be apart of the project before that happened..........

I fell asleep for about 15 mins on this shot LOL..

Rolling Stone magzine issue ( Heineken)

 

Before I write about this I just want to thank my good friend Naeem and Scott B. owner of (Artwingny.com). These two gentlemen were the reason why I was able to have this rare experience. This is Deadmau5 in human form. When he saw all of the models come to the space for the shoot the first thing he said was "This is not my typical group of people". Might seemed obnoxious when he said that and walked away but I took it as. " I am not used to seeing good looking people like this group we have here for my kind of music". In this photo (uptop) I walked up and showed him my phone showing him his song "Not Exactly". I said "Hey man I just want to tell you that I listen to this song every single day. He replied " wow man that song is Old man! ". I replied "its old but its great cardio music in the gym, your work is very appreciated" There were two or three shots in the magazine but I only have this one. I dont like the way I look in it but resume credit is resume credit none the less. I remember being very drunk to say the least, thanks to the nice staff @ Heineken :).  I didnt even recognize myself at first but I had to party hard for the kind of energy they needed for the concept of the shoot.

My mother wanted to kill me for not being able to buy the Rolling Stone magazine issue off the shelves around that time. I attempted to look for it on several occasions but I was laxed about as far as having urgency, because it might not be on shelves the next day. I learned my lesson now, so for every magazine I am in I will buy as many issues as my money allows me to buy. I'm in the lower left corner. Its a shot of me screaming whooooo!!

 The infamous Deadmau5 Mask version 2.0 I believe. It was an honor to be able to look and feel the mask up close and personal...

For a huge house music fan like me, this is a dream come true...

It was a Scott sandwich

The woman one the right was on Americas Next Top Model

I was drunk...............