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Anton Delligati (born 12 July 1987) is a Los Angeles-based British creative director, celebrity stylist, and fashion designer and founder of Coguaro by Anton.

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :   𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁  ,    𝙻𝙾𝚂  𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂   𝙵𝚃 :   @antonlapis​​

            red velvet drapes pulled together, extinguishing the stage spotlight as dim house lights illuminated the onlookers of the audience. everything was reveled then and there. one show had ended, but as a tall figure stood by proxy of one of the tables nearest the stage with hands shoved into the pockets of his dress trousers, another had begun. there was no coincidence as to why jack had slowed heavy footed steps to arrive where he did. anton might have been without accompaniment, for now, but he had never been so easily missed. “ is the mrs. making an appearance? ” he called to the designer’s attention with a voice that was gruff, as if he hadn’t spoken all day, or on the contrary spoken ( or dare say shouted ) far too much in the past few hours. unfortunately, that was a tell in itself. but an invitation hardly needed be presented for jack to take the presumed empty seat to anton’s left as if his name were written across it etched on the seat backing. “ whiskey. neat, ” he uttered to whoever would listen and turned to face the designer front on with nothing more than a smile, the usual one saved for people like anton — people he didn’t trust because they all played the same game. 

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it wasn’t too surprising that anton’s exit from julia’s life was very similarly shaped. did people like he and jack seek people like her, or did they invite such a presence? “could say the same to you,” anton replied, a polite crinkle in his eye in place of a proper smile. if anton was in a fouler mode, he would interrogate jack, knowing he could take the heat. people like them were great in the hot seat, thrived even. to anton, he had no shine nor star quality, therefore was not worth much of his time. if anything, anton was shocked at the poor fit, all that money and no attention to finer details. even the use of the word mrs. was appalling. there was an intense masculinity about it that felt obscene, especially when anton had settled into a partnership where he felt it was equal, even if he had his own vulnerability about it. why did jack want to know? did he want anton’s leftovers a second time over? “you look well,” anton said instead. “are they-” he circled his own eyes to signal the glasses jack wore. “-prescription or a costume?” it was pleasant, curious, not snide. simply, a designer’s question. 

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undecadent​:

IS IT NOT ENOUGH for two men to sit across from eachother, utterly deranged ? and more - so, why did cesar continue to oblige these meetings when he more than frankly had no interest in being here. the answer in it’s plainest form was this: familiarity in displeasure. it was easier to carry on with their bi - monthly charade & to grin and bare the weight of it all, rather than denying the other’s existence entirely. afterall, if you’ve never kept the company of someone you may dislike how could you ever know true pleasure without them? “ i think i’ve lost my propensity for it, ” caffine he means, denoted as cesar draws a sip from his own steaming mug of chai. “ speaking of variety, how’s business? ” it’s a gauche topic & cesar knows it; in - part a pass at conversation but also a motion to poke the sleeping bear. “ haven’t heard my assistant babbling about your latest write - up feature, i was beginning to suspect you’ve suffered your first l.a. icarian fall. ”

a part of him wondered why even engaged with cesar, seeing that anton should be more careful around curious investigative minds. in fact, that’s why he preferred the company of those oblivious, the self-destructive myopia of the celebrity class so obsessed with image that they failed to notice a curator, like anton himself, committing a sleight of hand. “oh, no falling for me,” anton responds, slick as usual, a moment away from daring to wink. “i’m just getting started.” a reference to icarus only barely registers with anton, his cultured image always lacking the erudite that seemed to come so naturally to men like cesar. seeming shallow was useful occasionally, not for this one. “it’s adorable you do keep track of me. do i get a board with those red threads in your office too?” 

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tinseltowns​:

        “oh,  i’m  sure  you’re  wounded,”  julia  offers  airily,  cerulean  gaze  peeking  from  over  the  wine  listing  clutched  between  freshly  manicured  digits.  “it’s  not  as  if  there’s  been  some  crafty  little  invention  where  you  can  pick  up  your  device  and  type  out  a  text  to  somebody  you  miss,  is  there?”  despite  their  sordid  story,  julia’s  since  learned  to  take  anton  at  face  value  :  read  too  deep  between  the  lines,  and  you’ll  get  your  heart  broken.  having  dabbled  far  too  much  in  heartache  throughout  her  tempestuous  lifetime,  she’s  opted  for  casual  warmth.  “oh,  i  think  it’s  going  to  take  a  whole  lot  more  than  a  bottle  of  champs  to  rectify  your  sins,  anton,”  she  jests,  eyes  alight  as  she  studies  him  slowly.  “  —  but  it’s  a  start.”  lithe  frame  eases  into  her  seat,  scarlet  tendrils  framing  her  smirking  countenance.  “dare  i  ask  how  you’ve  been,  hm?”

sins. julia had to go through the motions of dramatics, as was her nature. it was a language anton spoke fluently, the flair of presentation and a cheeky flaunt. “but that crafty little invention,” he mirrors her tone and lexicon, flashing a toothy grin too. “it’s not becoming on a visionary in creative mania to be so distracted.” it was a flimsy excuse, since anton’s relevance relied on his oddly active social media as part of his whole image. never mind that there was a grain of truth that recently he had delegated his online presence to an underpaid assistant nowadays. the days of him live-streaming from a club in milan himself were long over. with his elbow still on the table, he leaned his cheek into his palm, shutting the menu with his other hand as underwent a quick inspection of julia, blinking when he finds his eye line at her lips momentarily. “i’m doing fine,” he responds, so neutral. he doesn’t want to be spiteful, not when he was trying so hard to be cordial. “the label is off to a lovely start. it’s all very los angeles.” 

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ycscnia​:

She was getting bored of twiddling her thumbs in her mansion, playing PTA mommy with her kids who were absolutely bored of her. She was ready to thrive again. She was ready to do something exciting. And who was more exciting than Anton? Everything he did was fresh and relevant and yes, he was a little dicey but that added to the appeal. Who wasn’t dicey in this town?

She saunters over to what he’s pointing at, and she looks carefully. “You know, I certainly could. My boobs would fall right out of that top, though, I think.” She snickers. “I don’t have the body I had before children, I’m finally coming to terms with that.

Feeling grateful was not something Anton internally wanted to linger on, but with Nia, it was a glaringly obvious sensation. Not showing desperation was his specialty, but for years, his connection to her was a lifeline, a thread that allowed him to lean into relevance in a field where being visible was vital. 

Anton gingerly took a dress out. “You list all these problems, darling,” Anton drawls, continuing with being complimentary. What was Nia if not an excellent blank slate? He would never understand those in their world who shied away, and Anton knew there was an anxiety, being an older woman, but he didn’t want to empathise too much. “Your people aren’t fitting you properly if anything is falling out. You should appear somewhere again. Think of it as coming to terms with it with a spotlight. If you can’t imagine it, that’s what people like me are for. ” 

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@tinseltowns

“I’m absolutely aghast I could not catch you during your sojourn in Rome,” Anton commented, as they settled themselves at a table in the Mirage Country Club. Los Angeles was the neutral territory, without the beleaguered past of London or New York that haunted Anton and his wife. On vulnerable days, he longed for the thrill that Europe’s elite gave him but he was a better person now, supposedly had moved on from his troubling rise to fame. He thumbed the menu for the wine list. “Perhaps, I will make it up with a glass from the Lazio region.” He put his elbow on the table and gestured in a way as if he was twisting an invisible wine glass. “To make up for it, spiritually.”  

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@undecadent

There was an element of one-upmanship with anton's background, even his wife only knew the barebones of his origins. Whenever in a room with Cesar de Estrada present, Anton wanted to curse, the old fashioned way with clenched fists and jaw. Anton reasoned he was the better enigma. That was the game though, wasn't it? To not be tempted to reveal? This was not something Anton could attempt to bring to surface. The intensity of these emotions were not on display as the men sat in peace at Cafe Dumont. Anton received his espresso and he gingerly took a sip. Iit'll never beat Milan," he remarked. "It's nice to be somewhere without a dozen varieties of syrup on tap."

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@ycscnia​

Anton was very skilled at keeping his true opinions to himself. They weren’t useful when expressed, and just guided him to make the right decisions. Despite Nia’s dwindling social relevance, she’d been a lifeline in his tumultuous career and cherished that he could still be in her presence. They were at a warehouse, an exclusive invitation to a brand's boutique spring summer collection. “Oh, Yesenia." He was always fond of using her full name for a serious matter despite his gleeful tone. "You would shine in these on red carpet,” he gushed. “Surely, it’s worth showing off to everyone how the next generation’s master producer is absolutely thriving.” 

[antonlapis]

Anton Delligati (born 12 July 1987) is a Los Angeles-based British creative director, celebrity...

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coguaro by anton and his motley crew

anton’s fashion line is a tour de force of his vision for stylish, chic pieces for a modern person who is more dazzled by the architectural magnificence of luxury street style. but...it’s still early stages. they’re absolutely not welcome at his house despite their best efforts to come meet former royalty and they can only meet in the weird co-working space anton rents. 

on his coat tails all day is ruben, his personal assistant. a los angeles native who is key to anton being culturally current and actively present on anton’s personal social media through his busy schedule. he reminds anton of himself, hiding a humble background with an immaculate front. ( think hervé from call my agent! ) 

then we have talia, who helps with the more nitty gritty of the fashion design process. she literally has nothing to lose after dropping out of parsons fashion school. a bit lazy, has lots to learn and is more interested in leading a glamorous lifestyle, but can work her butt off when a deadline is soon. ( think ava daniels from hacks ) 

and to keep an eye on the youngsters is florence, one of anton’s closest friends from the european fashion scene. when some people found anton more suitable for social climbing than design, she is one of the few who thinks anton has a vision that can work. she avoids los angeles when she can, preferring to stay in new york city if possible. ( think raymond holt from brooklyn 99 )

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closed starter, their kitchen / @undecadent​

Being home about two hours later than he intended was not Anton’s idea of the evening going smoothly, but he came in huffing and puffing ready to apologise. “Alright, they didn’t have the tomatoes I really wanted,” Anton said. He plopped the bag of groceries down on the counter. “But they did have the specific cheese and olives I wanted. I had to make a big fuss though, not a great look in public.” Immediately, he sat down, letting out a big sigh. “Please let my old bones rest for a second before making me again,” he added sweetly, tilting his head back with an old man groan.