I found this piece both puzzling and a bit disturbing, but I let it pass, figuring it an isolated advertising aberration. The ad, by the way, was in my current issue of Vogue—a periodical celebrated for its elite, fashion-forward, typically well-heeled (or aspiring to be) readership.
Turns out this whole black moguls with dead and/or enslaved/servile white girls in ad campaigns in major high-end magazines is a rising trend. Imagine my shock and awe last night while soaking in the tub and flipping through my newly-arrived issue of Vanity Fair (yes, I read all these bullshit magazines…save your lectures…I’m a sucker for pictures of pretty clothes and shoes, although Vanity Fair does have great articles). Anyway, I suddenly found myself faced with yet another of these spreads. This time it was a layout for Dame Dash’s multi-faceted empire, Dash Incorporated, which includes sneakers, high-end tailored suits, watches, and, well, bibbidee-bobbidee-boo.
Check out the spread. First, you’ve got Little Miss Porcelain in a sexy bustier dress-thingy. Notice the bare-chested brothers behind her, looking like they’re about to tear ol’ girl out the frame, and the ginormous iced-out cross around her neck.
And now here she is with Dame hovering over her shoulder like a pimptastic Grim Reaper. Notice the blinged-out double-D medallion she’s wearing, indicating whose property she is (just in case you’re not sure). The poor thing’s eyes plead, “Help me!” Oh yeah, if you’re really paying attention, when you enlarge the picture, you’ll notice there’s some unlocked handcuffs on the table. (Of course cuffs are involved. Would you willingly stay with Dame Dash? Just kidding, Dame…in case you’re reading this. I’m a real jokester, I am. Waka-waka-waka.)
Lastly, we see the
slave fair maiden leaning over her master Dame as he reclines in his black furry throne chair.
I really love the way this photo screams, “Bitch, I own you!” I enlarged it so you could revel in Dame’s dominion over his delicate meat. Look at the way she’s got her hand on his, a true sign of
servitude and fear loyalty.
Because then that would scare me. That would indicate a very frightful trend.*
*Are these campaigns with black men owning/killing/beating down white women really moving product??? I’d love to see the stats on this. Because if it’s working, the cover of my next book might be a pic of me beating the shit out of a delicate, pretty, modelesque white girl. Lil’ Pools, you up for it?