{N} “Hello, my name is Nicole. Who are you?”
{A} “I’m Alisha.”
{N} “Alisha, that’s a model’s name…that’s like a fashion name.”

Upon graduating from Romeo High, Alisha was awarded a full ride scholarship from College for Creative Studies then transferred to the San Fransisco Art Institute where she received her Bachelors degree in Fine Arts. Nicole ran away to Nashville, TN after high school and returned home to study interior design with dreams of becoming a model. She soon realized that her talent shines behind the camera rather than in front. After living in a darkroom for two years at the New England School of Photography in Boston, MA she ran away [again] to Hollywood, CA.

After a couple years of soul searching and practicing their passion, Alisha and Nicole both settled in Brooklyn, NY only a few blocks from each other but didn’t know it. A mutual connection pulled pieces from Alisha’s “LOVE 4EVER” SS09 collection for a spread in SWOON Magazine, a new publication who’s graphic designer commissioned Nicole to shoot the issue’s featured style guru, Najwa Moses. Over a decade has passed since last seeing each other in high school art class, and just by chance, Alisha and Nicole are reunited at Beauty Bar while celebrating the milestone of being published in a real NYC fashion magazine.

Alisha and Nicole have worked together on multiple shoots, events and projects. Their roots will be intertwined for a lifetime and the WIX showcase is a chance to expose their audiences to their accomplishments with multimedia eye candy. Alisha Trimble will present her FW2012 Collection from 6:00pm until 7:00pm and Nicole Marie Polec’s work will be on display for the whole reception.

two pence for entrapment plus one penny for your thoughts but if forgiveness is as simple as worthless then nothing can balance when market values are measure by what’s bought. supply and demand can equal shameful if a deal is what you sought so what’s the point of sentimental when what you’re fighting for is done and lost. there are those who drink themselves back to the beginning then believe they’re the one’s who deserve the happy endings, predict the outcome of fantasies and believe what they need until irony proves them wrong. i dare you to pretend you’re enchanted with the hypothesis of incompetent or better yet prove you’re capable of making a mistake you’re proud to admit. your true colors are transparent and you’re worth far less than any unfortunate chain of events or destruction you have to live with since every connection we had most likely considers you past tense.

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what if we are all accidents and the only compassion we get comes from reasons beyond our control. i knew it was a mistake to let you take it away but i never thought it could get thrown back in my face. this is no longer a friendship because you turned it into a business in a fraction of a second. i saved you hundreds of notes and it took threats to get you to return what you said your dog named dylan broke. its all good though i’ll take the blame and make it all my fault because i don’t know i suppose its karma that’s come back to haunt me because i didn’t deserve what was served on the silver platter two hours before i pawned it. the problem with this economy is that everyone believes they should get something for free like they’re entitled to it and then here we all are wondering what the future holds and pretend we can figure out whats going to happen. i’ve always thought that if i did have millions it would be a dying shame if i couldn’t spend all of it in one day on things that make the people i live for win the game.

all we can remember is what tore us both us apart instead of what’s forgotten at the bottom of our hearts…smiles filled the silences and laughter filled the sound and everyday was more important when you were around…

loss is uncontrolled and that is what makes it so aggressively painful.