Basin Jamet The Crystal Tearoom Tuning into Josephine River of Beauty and Youth River of Beauty and Youth
My story belongs to everyone…

My story belongs to everyone…

posted on Monday March 26, 2012 | in The Basin Jamet | 9 Comments

…but only I can tell it.

I came across this ad that I did for Eileen Fisher 8 years ago.  It was photographed by Mary Ellen Mark.    In some ways I suppose I was discovered by Mary Ellen Mark.  She scouted me out of hundreds of girls for a story that she was shooting for Seventeen magazine, whose whole point was to discover who the “New All American Girl” was. As part of the vetting process I had to explain why I thought I was the New All American Girl and I remember part of what I wrote was that, though I wasn’t born here I felt American because I had consumed so much American culture, through television and even the books that I read. By the age of 18 I’d read all of Toni Morrison’s books, was head over heels out of my mind about Maya Angelou, wanted to marry Tupac Shakur, watched Elsa Klench every Saturday morning, was stunned into immobility the first time I saw Audrey Hepburn’s face in Sabrina , dodged a couple of Mormans and even read the first few chapters of L.Ron Hubbard.  That last one I gave up quite rapidly.  That my island was right off the shore of the American continent and that  growing up, I basically ate apples and cornflakes along with my mangoes, guavas and chicken backs.  I suppose growing up in the Caribbean in the 80’s with the introduction of cable; CNN and John Wayne, I was both psychologically and biologically already pre-American… And though I may be “All American” I’m all Caribbean, All African, All European, All Amerindian too… the thing is I was taught All these stories in school, it was not a single story sort of education because we didn’t have a single blood running through our veins.  So whilst I was reading Shakespeare in Form 2 I was also reading Pamela Mordecai and Paul Keens Douglas, and Derek Walcott and Ernest Hemmingway.  It is just too bad that we don’t have a proper college and university and that not everyone has access to a full education because all the good intentions are there.  But we try and we try to do the best with what we have.

I suppose now I have to tell the story…

« | »


  1. malika (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    beautiful exposition of American culture

  2. Marjon (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    Yes, you must tell the story! I loved this and especially your admission of love for the late, great Tupac Shakur xx

  3. malika (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    i’d like to read Palo Alto, James Franco !

  4. Petya (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    This is a beautiful story. As a fellow non-American living in the United States, I really appreciate your honesty about wanting to be All American but also, wanting to hold on to all other Alls we collect along the way.

  5. Debra (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    Loved It!

  6. robin (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    I said I wanted to hear your story (in the post prior), and bam! Lol.
    I would love to hear more!

  7. Ssamantha butcher (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    Thank you for sharing such experiences, there is a lot to be shared and need to be told. we All dream big in life but most of us give up before we even started, you can be our spoke man and live the dream for those who never started. Go tell your story and if you have started don’t let any one stop you or tell you, you can’t do it. Lovely have told us of you on Facebook we Lucian’s have to stick together and support each other.

  8. Charlene (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    I love your example of All American Girl. I’m 80s baby too! and I lov Tupac!!!!!!!!!!!lol

  9. pamela shepard (Reply) on Monday 26, 2012

    wow!….such lucid writing.

Leave a Response



The Meaning of Shala
The Looking Glass

Subscribe to Blog

For general questions please contact: 

For collaborations please contact: 




Share with love but don't
forget to credit.
Site design by Thupamodel.