Polynesian Caramel / Performer
From Havana to Hawaii, our Polynesian Caramel has a particular way of remembering the islands she’s lived on. Like a siren, always luring, she keeps her memories engraved in the polished movements of her body. From the curl of a Spanish staircase in Havana to the rolling waves of the Poylnesian Islands – they all appear in the sway of her hips as they strut before you. Aloha, mi amor.
Currently, you can find her riding the waves in Oahu; she’s a maniac on the board, able to take any curl, no matter how tight. She lives in a charming little cabin on the water, where she keeps the boards she has made especially for her, waxed and ready, watching the weather. Men crowd around her and her cabin, but very few are allowed entry – which is no surprise; the girl is slippery as a fish.
When she’s not out on the water, she’s said to be roaming the beach, dark-soft skin, sweet as caramel, searching for the materials she uses to make her hammocks, a craft she learned from her first love, on the southern shores of Cuba, near Pinar del Rio, where she was born. Whether it was a man or Cuba itself that was her first true love, it isn’t clear, what is clear is that the island is forever imprinted in her, like a tattoo stamped on her body, the imagery of lush green trees and soft, sudden morning rain storms that disappear into sunlit days. It is this that she thinks of when she rides the waves; this that she thinks of when she welcomes the chosen few into her cabin.
Red Rivas / Performer
Hot takes on a whole new meaning in the hands of Red Rivas. As a kid, Red was accustomed to running out to play, swinging off the long vines of trees, unharmed by the bite of the jungle. She knew how to make her way around the rising ant piles; the snakes that slithered in the grass. She fell asleep to the beat of Coquis and the strumming song of the birds in the forest. A girl more in tuned with nature, you simply couldn’t find. It was also in this slice of utopia that Red learned, from her father, to carve out an acoustic guitar and mold its strings to sound like the forest. It is also here that she learned the different forms of heat – the kind that blisters; the kind that lights up in a fiery heap; and the kind that has the power to melt away. It was also here that she found the power of her own fire, to lure and tame and keep a boy enraptured in her own long vines.
It’s said, in classical mythology, that there was once a woman who could turn a man to stone. As for our riveting Red, her skills are just the opposite. Come too close and the sensual heat of the Puerto Rican rainforest enters your heart. Beware, you might just melt away.
Orange Jasmine / Performer
Orange Jasmine was conceived during a Tsunami. A tidal wave heading straight toward the island her parents were living on at the time – they liked to move around. Thankfully, they lived in an attic room on the highest hill on the island, so they weren’t swept away when the wave hit, though they were a little rocked and Orange Jasmine, when she was born was born a thrill seeker. Orange Jasmine was also born with the gift of knowing how to root herself and grow wherever, whenever.
After the Tsunami came and went, Orange Jasmine’s parents moved her to Vietnam, where, together, they built a garden that looked a lot like Eden might have, at least in their mind’s eye. It was there that she learned to garden in her underwear and boots, a habit she’s never kicked. It was also there that she managed to grow fruit and flowers everyone said were impossible to grow; grew addicted to watching blossoms bloom in the most challenging of environments – a greener thumb is yet to be found. After Vietnam, she went in search of the hardest places to grow gardens in and watched her towers of flowers flourish, everywhere she went.
A slice of the tropics, even in a blizzard. OJ, as she’s known to her conquests, is a gardener by trade, so to speak. Sowing seeds of passion everywhere she goes, she’s the punchy citrus boost that will spice up your life, no matter who you are. From Vietnam to Moscow; Poland to Miami, OJ, is the fever that’s been burning in your mind and just won’t subside
Roxy Fox / Performer
A hip-hop diva, Roxy is the daughter of a French-African songstress who fed her melody and stories about Josephine Baker while she was growing up. Her mother was a woman with her very own dressing room, which to her was more important than any other possession. The bright bulbs of the dressing room were home to Roxy Fox; the scent of flowers everywhere, brought in by one suitor or another – these too were home. Roxy never knew her father. One day her mother would tell her he was a diamond exporter for the Ivory Coast. Another day, she would tell Roxy he was a chef from Madrid, a man who could slice a Serrano like nobody’s business, garnish their life with the grace of the kitchen, if he were still alive, of course. The stories changed daily; the only thing that was constant, every night, was her mother’s dressing room ritual. Roxy’s mother would line black coal around her eyes, smoky and sultry; pout a thin pink layer of gloss on her lips and out she went to steal the audience’s heart with heartbreaking tunes of love and loss that rode the air in elegantly dressed notes.
Today, Roxy lives in LA – a wide-eyed cool cat, just her mother – but more adept to the times. Just like her beats she’s fast as a fox and hard to hold; you’ll have to be slick to even come close. Catch her if you can.
Ginger Joy / Performer
Only the bright lights of the Vegas strip and the sunsets of the Desert Rose could have given birth to such a sexy savant. Ginger Joy’s story is the story of ugly duckling turned stunning swan. As a kid, she was often ignored by the swarms of boys that buzzed around the other girls. She spent her time, instead, with her head in a book, learning code, thinking she was born to create the computing and engineering programs that made the world run smoothly, one click at a time. She dreamt of moving to Silicon Valley, which eventually she did.
But before that -- one day, in the middle of her twenty-first year, just as she was about to graduate from college at the University of Nevada, top of her class, summa cum laude and all that jazz, she bloomed. Late, yes, but more brilliant than any of the wild flowers that grow in the dessert, the ones that seem impossible but are true, much more than mirages. Her legs grew long and strong; her eyes bold and her hair softened like silk to swing round her shoulders seductively. The sexiest thing about her was that she had no idea how sexy she was, that would come later.
Software engineer by day, an animator’s fantasy by night. Louis Lane you’ve met your match. Any Supermen who thinks they know how to play her game is welcome – Joy’s always looking for a challenge.
Lola Brown / Performer
Ever heard of Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown? Well, Lola was his protégé, marked with the same initials and just as dangerous. Just like Leroy, she likes the thrill of the dice and her continental gear. She carries a secret safety in her stocking strap, thin but quick. Her only downfall is a man with baby blues. Light-eyed lads, hold on to your seats.
When she was little, Lola knew there was a better life out there – different from the one she was born into. The northern tip of Manhattan has always been hard-hitting ground for growing up, and little Lola had a feeling that tough as she was, she wanted to experience places that were less likely to make your feet blister, and less likely to make you want to sprint for the safety in your stocking strap. Enter, Dorian Francis Aurelius, a Roman with the wildest blues she’d ever seen; wild as the sea itself. He was the great, great grandson of an explorer; charming as a princes she’d read about in story books. Swept her off her feet, needless to say. Swiftly, our little Lola found her way onto Dorian’s yacht, sailing the oceans of the world, careening through the Caribbean and finding peace in the arms of her blue-eyed sailor. Until one day, near the coast of Africa, a ship of black-market pirates swung at the yacht and straight into the life of Dorian Francis Aurelius, ending the beat of his heart and leaving Lola with nothing in the boat but the memory of a map home. When she arrived back in the Bronx, she went in search of Leroy Brown to teach her everything he knew – she swore she’d never have love torn from her again. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Every now and then a beautiful blue-eyed man crosses her path and she takes full advantage, knowing she can save both of them from any rough waters they might run into. But, she never gets too close – first loves are almost impossible to forget.
Platinum / Performer
Few people in the world can manage to pull off an entire identity with a single name. Madonna. Cher. And, of course, our precious Platinum.
Platinum, when she was a little girl, was white as snow, fit right in with her surroundings, the perfect trimmings of northern Europe and Scandinavia where everything is over-taxed but neatly placed – a perfect backdrop; a winter wonderland. But, by the time Platinum was 19, she longed for something with more grit, more rough around the edges – the promise of hard-edged marble before its sculpted. And so she made her way out, gave her parents and seven sisters a kiss on the cheek, thanked them for their love; left home; went South. She took many an odd-job here and there, piling the silver nickels and leafy dollar bills. Until she eventually managed to carve out her own little enclave of hot, orange sandbars and minty mojitos with the purchase of a small, undiscovered island, which Platinum now lives on and runs, like a wild Calypso. Her hair still glimmers like snow, but she’s now got a tan that blends right in with the sand.
Hailing from the silver-lined skyline of the Sweedish Alps, she’s danced her way down many a mountain, all the way to her own little coastal town of Celina Beach. Anyone want to buy a ticket to paradise?
Silhouette / Performer
It is said that in the heart of Buenos Aires, there is a woman, who like a rose has ripe red lips and leaves behind the throbbing sting of her thorns when she abandons one lover for another. It is said she is not originally from Buenos Aires, that her palm reads of a different past nobody has managed to guess at or uncover. But, what those that love her know is that at the heart of mystery there is always passion; and someone more passionate than Silhouette is hard to find, if not impossible. It is also said that there was once a club owner who came to Buenos Aires, whose personality brimmed like bait and a sophisticated air of overconfidence that fit right in with the Argentine spirit. He was close to being the coolest cat in town; a man who thought, after traveling so far and wide, that he had finally found his home. Until Silhouette drove herself deep into his heart, made him believe he was the only one, and then, one day up and disappeared like a shadow in the night. He had made the mistake of getting lost in her and it’s said that he never quite got the true grit of his confidence back. Legend has it he meandered the streets of Paris for a while; took trips to London to hide amid the fog. But nothing could assuage his heart. Today, it’s said he owns a place near the hot city center of Miami, but he’s not the same man after her.
One look at this dark-eyed beauty, and you might forget yourself. Look a little deeper and you’ll find the soul of Argentina, singing out for you in its long-limbed grace. But be careful, because with the same quick flitter that she enters your life, she’s gone – a shadow to try and catch, forever.
Sierra Sky / Performer
Whether you fly first class, business, or coach; whether you have your own jet, are a pilot, or a co-pilot, the fact is you don’t know a thing about flight until you’ve taken a spin with Sierra Sky. Born from a star-crossed match: mamma was a waitress in Southern Alabama, daddy was the handsome pilot that came to town, Airforce patch on his jacket to boot – for Sierra, there’s never been anywhere to go, but up.
At fifteen, Sierra decided to do a little digging, in search of her father and his story. She found Jack Jones and Duncan Durby, her father’s two best friends in the service. They told her everything they knew about her father, the greatest aviator they knew. They also taught her a trick or two about the great dome that spreads above us and when they saw her get sit in the pilot seat for her first lesson, they nicknamed her Sky. Jones and Durby gave her a hand-crafted aircraft and map. Sky made her way all the way to Paris, where she learned acquired a taste for wine and the other fine things in life. Her mother’s Southern twang, nevertheless, still sat strong on her tongue – all the better. Because those Parisian boys couldn’t get enough of two things: the strut she strode on the way to her plane followed by the straddle of the wings between her legs. And, second – the way her voice sounded, Southern accent and all, when she hailed it was time for take off.
Warning: flying with Sierra is not for the faint of heart.
Kalyn James / Choreographer
Kalyn Chapman James is a native of Mobile, Alabama with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology and a minor in Sociology at the University of Alabama at Birmingham. An accomplished dancer, Kalyn studied tap, jazz, ballet, modern, and acrobatics, and hip-hop dance since the age of nine, at Sheffield School of Dance, Broadway Dance Theater in New York and Millennium Dance Center in Los Angeles. She has danced professionally for the Universal Dance Association, and Hollywood Studios (formerly Disney/MGM) in Orlando, Florida. She has performed in the MTV Video Music Awards, the Latin Video Music Awards, the Latin Billboard Awards, and danced and choreographed on the Latin Univision and Telemundo Television Networks in Miami. She has worked extensively as and events emcee, a print and television model appearing on the pages of Glamour, Ebony, Essence, Jet, and O Magazine. She was also featured in the Old Navy “Bermuda Shorts” commercial. Kalyn was the face and spokesmodel of the UPN network in Birmingham, Alabama, served as a television journalist on The Fox Sports Network’s show Behind the Game and is the first, and only, African-American woman to be crowned Miss Alabama where she placed as a top ten semi-finalist in the 1994 Miss America Pageant.
