When I was little I would buy every single fashion magazine I could get with my allowance money. My love for the beautiful jackets, glamorous makeup , avante grade poses and the exotic fabrics was undeniable .The models glowed through the colorful pages . I wanted to be just like them ! … But I had a slight challenge to face : My Height . Mom and daddy did not pass on the “tall” gene to their 5”2 daughter. As the years went by, I began to create my own reality . I figured if so many Disney characters had happy ending, who was I not to ?
My name is Vanessa Gamez ,go ahead and write down somewhere too, because darling I’m here to conquer the world .
Grown ups never really grow up. It hard to except that when you’re thinking back to second grade, and mom just knew everything. She was living, breathing, google. You asked mom why the sky was blue, and mom knew the answer. You asked mom about what you should be when you “grew up” ,and that was the key to success. As you get older and aka wiser, you come to a conclusion that mom was just like you. Winging shit in life. You do get wiser as you age, you know if you avoid hard drugs like heroin and crack, you will survive. I quickly learned I didn’t want to be lawyer, because I like to tell the truth. I didn’t want to be a doctor because there’s way too many crazy people in the world to heal. I just knew that I liked fashion since the first time my mom bought me a Barbie. Thank you mom, for revealing what my career needed to be with the help of Mattel.co.
Its 2018, I’m in my living room smoking pot, jamming to Maroon 5 cause it sounds like a Happy Tuesday. There’s a lot to be thankful for, like Canada legalizing weed. There is a God! In this day and age you can work from home because it’s the year of the entrepreneur. The Internet was invented in like the late 80’s early 90’s and it fucked the corporate world in the ass. Social media walked through that door like Tayra Banks walks the run way. That bitch was fierce! Mom did not mention hashtags or Facebook when I was eight years old preparing me for a world she didn’t even know existed. Clearly she passed on the other genes of being artistic. That women could paint like a Picasso on whiskey, sew like a seamstress for Dior, and had ideas like the shopping channel that your grandma watched influencing her business neurons. Word. Chemistry with that sentence. You get the picture. I wasn’t going to be clocking in 8-5 very long.
Vg Creative started from my name and the part people call “crazy” in which they are really saying “creative”. The right part of my brain works just as great as the left. Apparently that means I’m a genius??? mmmm.. I’m just kidding. My love for the art world was too strong compared to the corporate one. I modeled for about five years, had t.v. gigs, including ESPN for Johnny Manziel, the morning show with Debra Duncan, and many others that I forgot to mention because I didn’t write them down in my notes. Once the creative juice started flowing, that sauce, I realized I was good at playing “dress up” in real life with real humans, not Barbie’s. Vg Creative got a tax I.D. and the money came in through an internet electronic source called PayPal. Thanks Grandma for watching the shopping channel, thanks Mom for making my costumes all my elementary years, and thanks Mattel for creating Barbie, now I live a close enough life to what you guys advertised
Below are images of Vanessa’s styling game