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Sade Barnes • 26 • Makeup Artist • Student

[musesinspirations]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS: the makeup addict.

❝  i won’t CRY for you. my mascara is too  e x p e n s i v e. ❞

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[malamente1992]

[sadebarnes]

The Parents

FATHER: Marshall Patrick Barnes  MOTHER: Cassandra Afiya Barnes †

They bear a strong resemblance to Gerard Butler and Waris Dirie respectively.

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[claphnelauren]

*buys nine new lipsticks to make up for the fact that I’m sad*

[musicofcolour]

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SZA | twoAM

[sadebarnes]

Sade’s Home

LOCATION —

Upper East Side Manhattan, New York

DESCRIPTION —

Sade calls this sophisticated townhouse her home. The rooms are sun-filled, generously laid out, which works well for when she wants to host large or intimate gatherings. The fire places are all functional, the kitchen is fit for a chef, which sadly Sade is not, so it mainly remains untouched as she opts for takeout, or meals minimal in the preparation aspect. Among the amenities, these are worth a mention; there’s an in-wall music system, a state-of-the-art security and HVAC systems, and a small wine cellar. 

When home shopping with her father years ago, she ensured that where she picked would be close to her favorite past-times; close proximity to prime Madison Avenue shopping, and the 57th Street art galleries. 

FLOOR BY FLOOR TOUR —

Ground Floor/Cellar: 

This floor holds a custom-built wine cellar as well as a utility closet and additional storage.

First Floor: 

The townhouse’s entrance features a gated front yard, and beyond that front door the space flows into the French farm-style kitchen, situated to the right of the foyer. As mentioned before the kitchen is equipped for the likes of any chef; a plethora of cabinets and counter space, high-end appliances including a Viking range and hood, Miele dishwasher, and a SubZero refrigerator. 

At the rear of this ground floor is a spacious formal dining room with a fireplace and a wall of glass doors open which open up to the garden. Ultra-private tall stucco walls, and a new Mediterranean-style cabana, serves as an outdoor living room, and mature shade trees, make this garden truly outstanding. It’s Sade’s pride and joy, one of the gifts she was blessed with was her mother’s green thumb.

Second Floor: 

Classic townhouse living is on display throughout the formal second floor. The living room here has a large stone fireplace and towering French doors that open to two Juliette balconies. Off to left of the living space, an arched doorway leads to library with custom shelving and more French doors that open to a gorgeous terrace overlooking the Sade’s garden. 

Third Floor:

Sade’s grand master suite is the star of this floor. Highlights include a sunny front bedroom, two fireplaces, dressing area with a large walk-in closet, spa quality bathroom, and a large Jacuzzi tub. On this floor and the fourth all the windows are double-paned, and completely silence any noise from the street below. 

Fourth Floor:

The apex of the staircase is flooded with sunlight from an over-sized skylight, and invites Sade’s guests to enjoy the peaceful bedrooms on this top floor. They are smaller in comparison to hers, but are every bit luxurious with adequate closet space, and full-size en-suite baths.

[sadebarnes]

Sade’s Main Vehicle 

Jeep Renegade; fully customized

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[inspodior]

I N S P O D I O R

[passport-life]

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.

Lisa St. Aubin de Terán (via passport-life)

[flawedlouise]

[ofhcdleys-blog]

A DISTANT STRANGER THAT I WILL COMPLETE.

[sadebarnes]

ofhcdleys:

Death & Company; the sign was rustic, in a vintage, eclectic way and the “e” in Death burned short, making it look more like “Dath & Company”. Chocolate hues skimmed the outside building with an intent stare, all other surroundings becoming a collective blur. Her gaze shifted swiftly to her phone to make sure she had the right address – Marshall Barnes, a man mostly known by a rather nefarious reputation through the underground of the city. Of course, it wasn’t actually him, no Hadley had only caught a glimpse of a figure, much like the Wizard in The Wizard of Oz before he gave her explicit instructions on what she was to do. “Why me?” She asked one of his men donning a 19,000 Gucci suit. “He said he knew your father. Was a good man. Unfair what happened.” But that’s all she got before she was shoved out the door and sent on her way. It was up until about an hour ago that she was pacing around her loft apartment settled in Staten Island, staring at the text message she had received the previous day. “He knew my father… unfair what happened?” She repeated the words, verbatim, Alpo glancing up from his chew toy. “Unfair?” Shaking her head, the officer went to her closet and inhaled a sharp breath. What did one even wear to a bar? She wasn’t a Luddite, she had been out before, but this was different. Shrugging on the red cocktail dress that was situated in between some old running shoes from high school and a poster of, The Who, she suddenly realized how long it had been since she had worn this. The night Christian proposed. He smiled eagerly, his body wobbling a bit as he bent down on one knee, “will you spend the rest of your life with me?” No no not, “will you marry me?”, a different kind of question that sent a shock through Hadley’s whole body. Inspecting her reflection in the mirror, Hadley gave herself a curt, silent nod before grabbing a tube of lipstick, her keys, and a leather jacket and started for Manhattan. “Are you going in?” A man’s voice beckoned her from her thoughts, Hadley’s head tilting as if he just spoke to her in a foreign language. “What? Oh yes, I am. I just–” 

“Waiting for someone?” He inquired, arching a steady eyebrow. The stranger studied her attire and pieced together that she looked entirely too good to be going out alone. Perhaps a blind date? He had a handsome face with dark features and pointy canine teeth when he smiled – could probably talk his way out of a speeding ticket. 

“No,” she said, her lips parting as if to say something more. When nothing did, the man nodded and then let out a brief chuckle to ease the tension. 

“Well, then can I buy you a drink?” 

“Thanks but I… well when I said I wasn’t meeting anyone, I didn’t really mean that. I am, just later.” It was a lie and a bad one at that. 

“Well, if they don’t show up. Come find me. We can have that drink.” Walking away, Hadley finally entered the bar, her eyes scanning the sea of people before she spotted her target. Sade Barnes. 

Walking over to the opposite end of the bar, Hadley nestled herself between a couple and what seemed like a bachelor party doing shots. “What can I get you?” The bartender asked, cleaning out a couple wine glasses. He seemed as if his mind was being pulled in a hundred different directions. “Vodka tonic please.” One drink, that’s all she would have. She couldn’t afford her senses to become clouded. She listened to the smooth jazz that poured from the speakers overhead, but the atmosphere was so somber, she was unsure the origins of the sound. Listening to a few patron’s conversations, Hadley’s attention was mostly focused on Sade, her sight wandering over there every couple of minutes. Should she go with the old, “I accidentally spilled your drink, let me buy you another one,” or “I’m waiting for a friend, keep me company for awhile?” Both seemed friendly enough and of course, Hadley’s mind didn’t veer to any nefarious or sexual connotations. 

“Hi, sorry, is this seat taken?” Her eyes grew wide, almost doe-like as she slipped into the seat next to Sade’s. A polite smile tugged the corner of her lips upwards, ever so slightly. “Excuse me, this drink is for you. From the guy over there, he said he’s glad you finally found your friend.” Biting her lower lip, Hadley’s eyelids screwed shut as a mental, fuck resounded in her head. Turning to the guy staring at her across the way, Hadley smiled in gratitude before turning back to Sade. “Sorry, he must’ve confused you with someone else.” 

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I’m turning over a new leaf... That is just one of the many overused statements in Sade’s repertoire. A fact of which was not lost on her father. Alas, like many drawn to the young woman’s magnetic personality, she had wrapped around her fingers; or so she would like to believe. Why else did Marshall Barnes support his daughter’s third, or is it fourth attempt to ‘go back to school’? Last year when Sade blew back into town with a broken heart, unfulfilled dreams and a depleted tank of wanderlust, she declared the beginning of a new chapter in her life. Her father’s buy-in to her plan wasn’t as easy as her previous escapades. Marshall gave her an ultimatum in exchange for his financial support. Because Sade felt so passionate about her new found love for photography, ideally she didn't see how betting on her career in the visual arts would be a loss for anyone involved. On her end it meant that she had to commit to staying the course, and remaining in one place long enough to earn her degree. In that instant, she agreed, in fact her words were; it’ll be a piece of cake. Considering her father’s threat to cut her off should she not adhere to their terms, Sade now berated herself for not reading the fine print. 

Her talent wasn’t in question, nor was her drive, it’s her tendency to loose interest and shirk responsibility that may sabotage her efforts at proving Marshall wrong. Case-in-point, Sade’s schedule for tonight didn’t include a trip to a bar. But after cancelling her appointment she made the detour.

Death & Company was one of those places Sade liked to escape the noise. The hole-in-the-wall establishment was the perfect spot; the likes of her posh social circle wouldn’t be caught dead here. Seated at the bar, casually decked off, yet dripping with sophistication. The combination made Sade stick out like a sore thumb; that’s classic Sade Barnes-- incapable of blending in. After-all who could miss her trademark blonde spray colored hair? Today’s hue is a pastel purple, and the style; a half-up half-down do. 

At the intrusion of a voice, Sade didn't acknowledge the question with much of a verbal response, instead, she ensured that her pyramid clutch was out of the way before the woman sat down. Sade’s attention returned to her phone, as she continued to pay the other no mind, until directly engaged. Sade leaned into her stool’s back rest, before slowly tearing her eyes off the phone’s screen to assess the brunette. She arched a brow, first regarding the woman’s outfit --red was one of her favorite colors-- then towards the drink in question, her facial features scrunched as she snubbed the offer. “Uh, no.” Secondly, she was meeting no friend, which made her curious as to who this guy is. "My friend...?” Sade turned and looked in the direction of the man of the hour, who raised his glass at her in salute. “Oh him?” Her eyes widened in recognition, before she addressed the woman. “Yeah girl, no, he probably thinks that you’re my friend. Actually, I don’t recall exactly what I told him, but, it’s whatever.” Sade shrugged. Whatever lie she spun to get the creeper to leave her alone had slipped her mind by now. “I’m in a wine mood anyway,” she gestured to the near empty glass before her. “You can have that if you want.” Sade slid the drink more over to the stranger’s area on the bar’s counter. “Although...” she paused, wondering how best to phrase her advice. “Listen, if it were me, I wouldn’t trust the drink, the gesture, or him on a whole.”

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[trasheddie]

me halfway through anything: i dont want to do this anymore