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The Devil Wears Prada (2006) dir. David Frankel

𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇.

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event; vanity fair oscar’s after party

“okay, did you just see what I saw?” zarah whispered loudly to the person closest to her. “please tell me you did. that bloke over there,” she pointed, “yeah, him, he’s just filled his pockets with that entire tray of h'orderves. i’m not joking, I swear!”

“ ⸻ what?” she drawls out, toying with the single word with surprising elegance and delicacy, pulling it like a silk thread between her sleek teeth. “that’s quite tasteless. perhaps it’s anton delligati, though i can’t really see the man’s face from here. still, it feels like something he’d do.” arpine quips, turning to zarah with a nigh imperceptible smile. “you look stellar in red. it suits you well.”

#𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: zarah kulkarni

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

arpine zarafyan arrives at the vanity fair oscar party at sunset towers, announcing the launch of her newest collection in a one-of-a-kind piece designed by her, after nearly a one-year hiatus. the collection is said to be inspired by greek myths and gods among us, but the name of the collection still remains to be published. the most notable accessory appears to be a purse in the shape of a golden apple, symbolizing the discourse over the fairest one. the night before, the star took to instagram to announce the launching of her candle collection, which was made to resemble the very shape of her body.

#𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐙. ⸻ portrait.#claiming any dress that i like as arpine's design? more likely than you think #i'm here to establish that her followers call her mother #anyways buy her 100 dollar candles

facinaoris

Jean Paul Gaultier Spring 2015 Couture

#𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐙. ⸻ designs.

𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 and inspired by x.

“ ⸻ good, i’m glad you’re here.” arpine indolently notes, stretching slightly on one of the plush chaise lounges by the indoor pool as she readjusts her tulle veil that covers half of her angular visage, all while making no apparent effort to keep her eyes, hidden under a pair of tinted sunglasses, open. “i’d like a glass of egon muller scharzhofberger riesling, chilled at forthy-one degrees, preferably. that would be all, thank you very much.”

𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀.

“Miss him?” Yesenia raises her eyebrows incredulously, then shakes her head. “No no no, that will not do. Haven’t you like… well, you know, had a rebound, since your divorce? Come on, Arpine, you can’t wallow like this. And a little drama to your life.” She waves off, standing up to grab a new bottle of wine as their’s was quickly being finished.

“People like us are always distracted.” She hums, taking her seat back beside her friend. “That’s why you need to focus yourself on someone new.” Pointing with one hand, she leans over to grab her glass again. There’s a small smile across her face before she’s lifting the glass to her lips, shaking her head. “Maybe I have. But it doesn’t matter, he’s done things just as diabolic as I have.”

“ ⸻ of course i miss him, nia. i’ve known him since i was thirteen. we went to high school together. we graduated, started our businesses, and moved across the country all while being inseparable. everything we did, we did together. we’re talking about twenty-five years of my life.” it’s about his smile and her drink order that he’s perfected by now so that she never has to explain it on her own. it’s about splitting a plate of pasta, just as he likes it, with extra tomato and acorn squash. it’s the little things that get to you. all it takes is one pinprick. “i haven’t. we’re not even legally divorced yet. and he’s well...” still her husband. even if it’s just on paper.

“i don’t know what i need to focus on. perhaps it ought to be my career, rather than a person. that’s always the safest bet, though atlas will always be my first priority. i still can’t find a way to properly explain it all to him.” she can be vicious and she can be cruel, but as it always goes, there’s an exception to every rule written in the fine print, and her behated other half has found every loophole, circumnavigating every ounce of ferociousness. “come on now, share your tips and tricks. oh by the way, could you fetch us a different bottle of wine? i’m not particularly fond of this brand.” it’s not the wine that poses an issue, it’s the fact that she wants to reach for her phone and dial the only number that she knows by heart. “perhaps something from côte de nuits region?”

#𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: yesenia perez

𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐈.

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : cafe dumont 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 : open

there was something in the air or more so there was something on gigi’s mind and that caused her to become more and more rushed in the morning while heading to practice. no matter how late the clock ticked , she never not stopped for a cup of coffee and a small pastry on her way there. although , she stopped at the location almost everyday the staff never dared to look her directly in the eye nor did she care to remember their faces. the brunette let out a small grunt when the line didn’t budge. she took a poke at the person in front of her. ‘ listen , if you’re going to take that long. take a menu and stand there. ’, she finally spoke her first bitter words of the day. gigi took a menu that sat on the countertop and lightly shoved it into their arm.

“ ⸻ i don’t remember asking you anything,” arpine remarks at last without bothering to turn around, nearly a minute after hearing the girl’s initial words that seem to be directed at her. she doesn’t move an inch, tall and proud in her flashy ensemble that certainly beseeches for attention; from her traditional plumed feather hand fan in the shade of black and mesh sock pumps designed by her, to the panthère de cartier sunglasses that so easily conceal her eyes, it’s hard to imagine why a woman dressed like that would bother to wait in line. still, for arpine, it’s her usual morning get-up, and without her assistant to grab her a cup of hot chocolate for her son, she’s reduced to completing the mundane task all by herself. not that she minds, on the contrary, on certain days, all she wants to remember is how normal people live. she cranes her neck, if only slightly, as she eyes the girl, hoping to get a better look at what she’s wearing. “unsightly,” is all that she says, now with her sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. she’s seen enough. that much is clear.

#𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: giovanna galante #miranda priestly vibe forever

𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀.

@hypnotticpoison / yesenia’s house

The mansion was rather haunting this late at night, but thankfully, she was not along tonight. Both of her kids were away at different friend’s houses, and Yesenia decided to have a friend over for herself. But having Arpine over typically meant that they were not in a sober state of mind, and they were likely to choose to do something reckless. Hopefully tonight, it would not involve their exes.

“I’m telling you, make him jealous. Whatever, go to a beach with some man and accidentally fall on top of him when the paps show up.” She shrugs, waving her glass of wine around. “Not that I would know a thing about that.” Nia winks playfully.

“ ⸻ wait, what?” she mutters with her lips still dangerously close to the wine glass in her hand, lulled by the richness that comes from the high percentage of alcohol and the bouquet of aromas that ought to be savored, rather than downed in haste. “i just miss my husband, nia. i don’t think that i could do that to him,” arpine says it as if she weren’t the one who had filed for divorce, as if she weren’t the one who had commenced their little game of separation. everything’s a game for her, after all, even when she’s losing.

“where’s atlas?” is the following question that falls from her lips as concern begins to take control of her voice, waning only when she reminds herself that he’s in the arms of his nanny. “forgive me, i’m just a little distracted tonight.” but there’s always more to it. always. they were supposed to be different. better. she and her husband. now they’re just names, numbers, objects in the hands of numerous tabloids and gossip vlogs. “have you actually pulled that trick before?”

#𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: yesenia perez #girlboss card revoked