all that glitters

Lucero Borja27. spanish. fashion designer.

[luceroborja]

cindywithseoul:

Cindy couldn’t help but oblige to the blonde’s orders, hesitating to make a peep. She followed, just then admiring her heels and clothes. She reminded Cindy of the many fasionable women of Seoul. They were… not very likeable, but always got what they wanted. In this case, the blonde could be likeable, but it wasn’t her place to judge being that it wasn’t her ‘thing’. “Thank you,” she slipped in, following behind like her assistant. “I am Cindy,” she greeted shyly, a pressed smile presented.

“ Lucero, pleasure. ” For a moment, the designer felt a fleeting sensation of guilt. After all, it wasn’t Cindy’s fault she worked with incompetents. Thus, crystalline eyes softened ever so slightly as her chin briefly met her shoulder to glance behind. “ Perhaps you ought to walk by my side rather than behind me. That way you can see where you’re going. ” With a small sigh escaping roseate lips, Lucero returned her attention to the direction ahead. “ Speaking of which, what was so important you left the house without a map? Do you have a meeting? ”

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sebastixncarter:

       “—Damn, I was so ready,” he sighed as his fingertips left the bottom of his shirt and returned to his side. “Well, hey I’m up for the task for sure.” He had nothing better to do; well, he did.. but writer’s block faltered to do him well and so he was left roaming the streets for some sort of inspiration or just—temporary entertainment. This worked, he supposed. “So what exactly do you do? You’re a fashion designer?” 

“ I head the BORJA line, yes. It’s high-end fashion label, catering to both male and female styles. Most of the time, my work runs smoothly— except when models choose to abandon their careers hence why I need you. ” Lucero took a minute to study him. His words suggested he wasn’t a model for profession thus leaving her to wonder exactly what he did. “ And yourself? “ she inquired finally. “ I take it you aren’t in the industry. ”

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soph-reiss:

“I think I get my sense of style from my grandmother. She modeled in nearly every magazine when she was young and even had a clothing line.” Sophia replied, smiling softly. Her grandmother had always been somewhat of a style icon for her. The blonde even attributed her artistic side to her. There was never any question on what Sophia was going to be. Since she was twelve years old art had her heart. Sometimes even neglecting classes in school because she was too busy with her head in her sketch book. Hearing the girl agree made the smile that played on Sophia’s lips grow. “Deal, and you’ll love it. Trust me. Not to sound conceited or crass but I’m pretty fucking amazing.”

Silent curiosity crossed Lucero’s flaxen features, Prussian eyes glimmering with a flicker of interest. “ Really? Well, the model genes certainly traveled through the line, didn’t they? ” With her flaxen hair and soft features, the young woman was surely a sight to behold. She had a uniqueness to her visage, one that could allow her the chance to model as a career if she wished. After all, she had the confidence to match. An amused smile flitted upon Lucero’s roseate lips. “ If you can photograph as well as you can draw, I’m sure I will. Although, I’ve never been particularly fond of hearing claims but seeing nothing to show for them. I’ve been known to get a little bothered. ” Giving nothing away, Lucero turned towards the building. “ Shall we? ” 

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soph-reiss:

Sophia had been out and about in town for most of the day hanging out with her brother. Well that was until he got sick of her and decided to go hang out with his friends. Truth be told she was sick of him too in the best way possible. As she was walking down the street she felt a hand touch her shoulder and turned around. Listening to the woman, she nodded. “I know who you are. I’ve got a few of your designs in my closet. Okay a few is an understatement to be honest.” Sophia smiled, trying not to sound like a fan girl. Really with fashion she loved the artistic side of it. “If I be your model for the day, can I draw a portrait of you? Don’t be too weirded out I draw almost everyone I see but I’m deciding to ask this time.”

“ You do? ” she mused. “ Well, I’m flattered. You have a nice sense of style. ” Weighing her question, Lucero briefly wondered if she’d been drawn before. As a designer, it was she who found herself with pencil in hand, fluid strokes creating an image on crisp white paper. Rarely, if ever, had it been the other way around. Of course, the Spaniard was all but a stranger to having her picture taken but a portrait was a bit more unique. It was something a bit more old-fashioned and a style she could appreciate. Besides, Luce was curious of the young woman’s artistic abilities. She wondered if the finished product would like herself at all. Thus, she gave a nod. “ All right. If you model for me, I’ll let you draw my portrait. Deal? ”

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katherine-lannister:

Taking a walk down one of the busiest streets in Nola, Katherine held a small grin on her face while she looked around. She was home. Of course, she missed being out of the country and exploring new and exciting cultures, but in the end, Nola always and always will have a soft spot in her messy heart. Passing extravagant buildings, her eyes shifted from one to the other, pulling in every aspect of beauty she could get. Once landing her eyes on Lucero Borja’s building, she was in awe. Every day, it looked so polished, clean, and most definitely decorative. Jumping back when someone touched the ends of her shirt, she fixed her gaze onto a blonde and froze in place. It was the Lucero Borja standing right in front of her. She had to blink a couple of times to see if this was real or not. When she heard her offer, she couldn’t help but be confused. “M-Me? A model for you?” She blurted out, not knowing what else to say. “I-… I’m free to model for you today, Miss. Borja. I’m a huge fan and definitely adore your clothing.” She said, practically feeling herself word vomit everywhere.

Lucero’s lips flitted into a smile at the praise. For all her cool detachment, perhaps nothing affected the designer in such a way as admiration. Like her mother before her, Luce dedicated herself to her career. Each design was meticulously crafted over hours of drafts upon drafts with the fabrics entering her building never anything less than the upmost quality. It was through this diamond strong passion, hidden behind her Prussian eyes, that Lucero had built the fashion empire she had. Her mother had laid the foundation but it was Luce who led BORJA into a new age and a new notoriety. Thus, when her hard-work was recognized in the form of admiration and starry-eyed fashionistas, a warm feeling silently crept through her body. Lucero wasn’t one to smile often, rather preferring to bare fangs. Yet, one always graced her lips when encountering acclaim. “ Well then, ” she said finally, “ Perhaps this arrangement is beneficial for the both of us. I save my day and you model my clothes. Who knows? Maybe something else could come from it. ” Lucero turned towards the building. “ Shall we? ”

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gullywilsxn:

               Not that Gully wasn’t at all flattered by the random approach of the woman, he only liked to keep his modesty on the frontline. Peering at her, he listens to her story and feeling empathy for her situation. 

         “Are you sure you want me? I mean,” He frowned a little, though the act did sound exciting. More exciting than writing his paper due on Monday. “I’m pretty bad at standing still.”

Lucero regarded him slowly. It was of hardly any concern to her whether he could hold his stance. Rather, it was his physique she was interested in. " Yes, ” she stated finally. “ I’ve dealt with difficult models before and by the end of the shoot, they were perfectly still. Besides, it’s more for me to see how the clothes fit. The designs in action, if you will. You not holding your place will be the least of my worries I assure you. ” 

[luceroborja]

noelilavois:

  he shouldn’t have taken up the opportunity to get the column  out on new   orleans’   architecture.  but  then  again  it  was the lesser of  the two evils    thrown before him,  and  now  the   challenge was to make  something so    utterly  boring, i n t e r e s t i n g.   pale  blue shirt in a sea of  serpents, he   held his camera close to his chest, optics roam the vapid scene. why had   he found himself   surprised  that   the  business   district  was literally as    soulless as it seemed?

  the last thing he had  expected  however,  was  the hand on his shoulder,   jolting him from the trance of the world through  that  pinhole.   swivelling   back to meet the stranger, his mind hit a momentary lapse just as a wide   grin spread across his features. 

     “i didn’t know this was your  building,  ms  borja. i’d take up your       offer, but i don’t know how you’d like having an employee of the       nola tribune being your model.”

  oh yeah, he recognised her. you  don’t go  around  the  news  world  not   knowing who a lady like she  is.

The revelation of his career drew a faint raise of her eyebrows, not of alarm but surprise. Lucero had never been a stranger to the press. All her life she’d adapted to the idea of being a public image if not, daughter of. From attending her mother’s shows to tagging along for rare interviews, Lucero had grown accustomed to the notion that with fame came publicity and with that came media. Thus, his job did little to deter her. Her situation was dire and with steel resilience she pressed on. “ The media has never frightened me. After all, I would be nowhere without it. ” She paused for a moment. “ Perhaps, if all goes well we could figure something out for the Tribune itself. I assure you it’ll be much more fun than whatever you’re doing now. I may have only seen you from afar but your boredom is evident. ”

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sebastixncarter:

       She was like the sun; blazing, blinding, and incandescent all the same. And yet, he couldn’t look away — the woman held an air of confidence akin to his own as she made her way over to him, and boy, was it mesmerising. An easy smile tugged at his lips as she spoke, putting two and two together before she could even say so. He let her get everything off her chest, though, equally as fascinated as he was before words even managed to escape her lips. Giving her an obvious once over, his fingertips tugged at the bottom of his shirt as he met her gaze once more; his lips holding as much mischievousness as ever. “So should I take my shirt off now or later?” 

The slightest of smiles tugged at the corner of Lucero’s lips, blue eyes glimmering with sheltered amusement. Returning the favor, the Spanish designer instead took him in. Though from above she’d only concerned herself with his body type, it was clear the male was more model material than she’d expected. His features were as though chiseled from marble, sharp and defined, akin only to Adonis while his athletic figure indicated he wasn’t one to let himself go. “ Later, ” she answered finally. “ I’ll need to take your measurements once we’re inside. Chest, waist, and hips, no shirt. Then once we’re done, we can start putting you in some clothes again. ”

[luceroborja]

delanceylilavois:

Life works in uncanny ways. Sometimes, you miss a train and end up meeting a soulmate. Sometimes, you find ten dollars in the back pocket of a pair of jeans you didn’t even know you owned. And sometimes, super-talented, super-famous fashion designers with glossy hair and a perfect smile asked you to model for them. Life is just funny that way. Delancey stood, staring at the beauty Lucero practically radiated with a slightly sagging jaw. Not at all a very impressive look. Instantly, she composed herself, nodding ecstatically, “I know who you are, I… I love your designs!” Suddenly, it was though a cork had popped off a shook up, compressed bottle of champagne. Del couldn’t seem to keep the words from spewing out of her mouth. “That dress you came up with for fashion week in Milan last year was… Gosh, it was just spectacular! The lace, and the color, and the length, I really don’t know how you do it but I––” She swallowed, her hand going up to cover her mouth before she could do something horribly embarrassing like say… spit on her.

“Um–– What I’m saying is… I would be so, so honored!”

Admiration had never been a foreign concept for Lucero. In fact, it’d accompanied her most of her life. Long before Lucero inherited BORJA and expanded the label into an empire, she had garnered veneration from even her peers. Since youth, the statuesque designer had been the golden girl— a figure built on qualities revered by society, a figure of idealistic perfection if one would. From the wild light that had once graced her eyes to her current position, Lucero inspired with each step she took. Thus, when the young woman gaped at her as though she’d grown two heads, Lucero thought little of it. What did draw a gaze of surprise, however, was her excitement. Very rarely had she encountered someone so vocal, with most of her veneration coming from the stylish— a group of people who preferred fashionable stoicism above animation. With hidden amusement lacing her features, Lucero gave a contemplative nod. “ Thank you, ” she responded, offering a flitting smile. “ The Milan collection was one of my favorites and I’m certainly glad you share the sentiment. ” Drawing her gaze over her once more, she scrutinized the woman before her. Her features were soft yet striking and her body, from what Lucero could see, couldn’t be bigger than size 4.  She’d do. “ Now, if you’ll follow me. We’ll make our way into the building and we can get started. You don’t have any plans for this evening, do you? ”

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bcdelias:

                  despite her royal roots humility was very important to bedelia and was instilled in her veins from a very young age. she didn’t expect someone, let alone anyone to recognize her and the title she held. monaco’s political affairs weren’t as globally known as here, in the states. however the ties she created whether that be in politics and in fashion subjected her complexion to be recognized almost anywhere and thus it had happened with the blonde she’d acquainted herself with however long ago. bedelia appreciated her subtle behavior and skipping on all those royal formalities, the woman greeted the blonde with a small smile she tried to muster up with whatever ounce of happiness she had left inside the pit of her soul. her hands clasped together to become one and a single breath of air escaped her plump lips. finally, she responded; ❝ i suppose the breeze in the air makes it a little bit more bearable than usual. the humidity is the killer. ❞ bedelia lifted her chin and walked along side the woman. ❝ you must be miss bojra. i’ve worn many of your designs before, you’re very talented. what brings you here to new orelans? ❞

                  Like her family before her, Lucero valued appreciation for her work above all else. Whether given in inordinate amounts or rare strings, each compliment had a profound effect on the designer. Lucero— who had had confidence instilled in her from birth— knew her designs were beautiful. However, there was something infinitely more gratifying about hearing it come from another. Thus, when Bedelia chose to grace her with such a gift, Lucero’s eyes glittered with what could only be pride and profound joy. Proffering her the rarity of a genuine smile, Lucero gave nod of thanks. ❝ A pleasure to meet you, Princess Bedelia, ❞ she returned. ❝ I’m flattered a lady like yourself wears my designs. It’s an honor given your impeccable style. ❞ Instinctively, Lucero turned in the direction of her building though it was anything but viewable from their position. ❝ After my stay in Los Angeles, I decided it would be a good idea for a new BORJA location to be built in New Orleans. ❞ she explained. ❝ I thought the city would draw a distinct sort of inspiration thus allow for a better, more eclectic collection. Something a bit more unique. Although, looking at it now, had I known New Orleans would be this humid, perhaps I would’ve weighed my options a bit more closely. ❞

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cindywithseoul:

The blonde’s blunt response made Cindy pull back, lowering her gaze as she usually did when intimidated. She gulped subtly, being that the other presented herself to be a very important person. Her suggestions were taken, but much to Cindy’s bad luck, her phone had been acting up the last few days. Beforehand, she had printed out a map that got lost the next day, so she decided to take the ‘old school’ route. The blonde was absolutely right, making Cindy feel apologetic. Licking her lips, she bowed her head slightly, an ‘exagerrated nod’ of sorts. “…Thank you...” she says softly, gulping again. 

Perhaps once upon a time, Lucero would have felt a lick of guilt crawl through her heart as she watched the inky-haired woman’s features fall. Yet, after spending years in a business where mercilessness was key, her visage brought forth another wave of irritation. It was only through remembering herself that Lucero was able to force a civilized response at all. “ Bad time. ” Proffering the words as means of an explanation, she drew a long gaze over her. “ Anyhow, based on your lack of movement, I doubt you have a phone, much less a map. ” Placing two hands on slender hips, Lucero straightened with an undetectable sigh. “ Come along. We might as well find you some help. If I leave you out here on your own, you might die and the last thing I need is some innocent girl’s death weighing on my conscience. ” Turning on her heel, Lucero’s aid hardly came from a place of pity but rather a desire to get the girl off her hands. Though she had played many roles in her lifetime, villain had never been a title she fancied.

[luceroborja]

A delicate hand cradled her forehead as blue eyes regarded the phone below, the words of the previous conversation swimming in her mind’s clarity. Model. No-show. Disaster. The three words cemented Lucero’s day into ruination. Without a figure for reference, final completions could not be made and each piece slaved over would be rendered useless. As a single flyaway strand fell from its place upon a perfectly made sea of groomed tresses, Lucero lifted her head. In an uncharacteristic moment, she heaved a sigh, ready to resign herself to the fate of delay when a chance glance towards the window overlooking the antiquated, historical city gifted Lucero with her saving grace. In a graceful sweep, she lifted herself from her desk, leaving all but her sanity in her office. With catwalk precision, her heels clicked rhythmically against the floor as she made her way to and from the elevator until reaching the gold plated doors adorning the entrance to her building. Stepping out into the sweltering Louisiana sun, Lucero swept the premise for her stranger before falling into pursuit once spotted, her behavior reminiscent of a lion on the hunt. “ Excuse me, ” A slender hand skimmed the fabric of their top. “ I’m Lucero Borja, I own the building right over there. ” She indicated towards the massive, artistically sculpted edifice. “ You may or may not know that I design clothes. Regardless, irritatingly enough, one of my models today decided it would be in their best interest to discard their career and fail to show up for a fitting. As you can see, this is hardly a favorable situation for me but thankfully, I spotted you. And you, whether by fate or coincidence, seem to have measurements remarkably similar to my missing model. So, ” Her unwavering crystalline gaze remained fixated on the figure before her, sculpted eyebrows arched as the question fell off roseate lips. “ How willing are you to model for the day? ”

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montsxo:

Pale as a ghost, the white lace of her sundress didn’t do much to fix things for Montana. It was a feeling that bled through her skin and tainted her mood, making her feel as if she had really died and came back to haunt the city. Her hand automatically moved to her chest -a habit- to touch the camera she had purposefully left at home. “Excuse me”, she called to the person standing closest to her, “didn’t there use to be a shop that sold film here? I mean, like, photographic film. Y’know, for the camera”, she explained lamely, trying to shake off that feeling that up was down here.

As a young girl, Lucero had adored exploring. Running wild through the streets of Barcelona, she cared little for which direction she was going in or how far away from home she found herself. To her, it only mattered that she was somewhere. Now older, such desires for exploration had developed into a wonderful sense of navigation. For whatever reason, Lucero held a natural gift for remembering directions. Therefore, feeding into her curiosity, the blonde moved through the foreign streets of a part of New Orleans she’d never been before. Pausing to decide which way to go, Lucero’s thoughts were interrupted by a young woman. “ Yes, I know what photographic film is. ” the Spaniard responded, briefly holding up a hand to stop her. “ Regardless, I only moved to New Orleans a year ago. I have no knowledge of any shop. That said, there doesn’t seem to be one now so I suppose if there was, it’s long gone. ”

[luceroborja]

cindywithseoul:

I did it again…, she sighed, wiping her brow in frustration. “—Sorry,” she bowed slightly, as the other slammed the door in her face. Walking away, she pushed the large cart, pouting at the crumpled paper in her hand. So bad at this… Looking up, she noticed a bystander, hurrying towards them like her life depended on it. “Excuse, um…,” she started, raising the paper to their view. “Do you know where this is?”

“ No me importa lo que ella quiere. Sólo importa lo que yo quiero. Ella se va a quedar dentro del marco o voy a despedirla. Punto. ” As the sole daughter of Mirable Borja, it fell to Lucero to uphold and expand the reputation of the label, a career she dedicated her life to. Thus, with a cutthroat personality, she thought little of failure to follow simple instructions, valuing the notion that in order to succeed, performance needed to be exact. So, when a young designer took it upon herself to attempt to change certain sketches, Lucero was less than thrilled. Hanging up the phone, she paid no mind to the young woman approaching her until she stood in front of her, paper held in the statuesque designer’s face. “ No, ” she answered shortly. “ I haven’t lived here long enough to know where everything is located. I suggest using Google Maps or Safari. It’ll save you time and was something you should’ve done in the first place. ”

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bcdelias:

                        the breeze of the new orleans summer wind kissed the tip of her nose causing it to turn a soft shade of rose. bedelia took the breeze as a blessing from the sweltering heat she’d been battling since summer reached the bustling city. the wind picked up causing her to grip the rim of her over sized sunhat. her chestnut locks of hair flew behind her back and beneath the lenses of her bronze tinted glasses her eyes squinted at a figure in the distance. if this was four or five years prior to her arrival to new orleans she wouldn’t take much of it but now a constant state of fear and anxiety harbored over her. bedelia, of course, was a woman who was very capable of taking care of herself, she wasn’t a damsel but a dragon in disguise. ❝ — there’s a lovely cafe a few blocks away. ❞ she spoke to the guest beside her,  ❝ if you wouldn’t mind, i would love to go. i hear they have the most wonderful beignets. ❞ she swallowed realizing that the figure that caught her attention had drawn closer to them.  ❝ please — we should go immediately before the wait grows. ❞ bedelia gave her full attention to her guest, hoping that they would understand the urgency not only in her tone but in her expression too.

                   Blonde waves flitted effortlessly as the welcomed gust cooled her skin. Lucero had been all over the world— Italy, England, India, even China— however, the sweltering heat of the Louisiana sun was nearly incomparable. Second only to Africa, it beat down mercilessly, leaving Lucero craving any semblance of coolness she could find. Although the designer enjoyed a sun-kissed glow as much as the next person, having lacked the forethought to apply a healthy amount of sunscreen, she feared her skin taking on the dreaded red tint. Therefore, finding shelter beneath the nearest willow, Lucero busied herself in work and away from the sun. Firing off a storm of emails and texts, her Prussian blues flickered up in time to notice a vaguely familiar woman. After a moment of scrutinization, a sculpted eyebrow lifted ever so slightly with recognition. Bedelia. Princess Bedelia. Though she’d never been intimately familiar with the Monaco Royal Family being the Spanish native she was, Lucero had seen enough royal news to recognize and appreciate. Thus, heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way over. Upon reaching the woman, Lucero drew a breath for introduction only for the brunette to speak first. Taken aback by the forwardness displayed, a momentary pause filled the air until Bedelia faced her. Recognizing the need in her mien, Lucero gave a vaguely confounded nod. ❝ Of course, ❞ she began. ❝ The heat is unrelenting, anyway, and I’d really love to get out of it before I start to glisten. The Southern sun is getting to be unbearable today. ❞

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