『 ✝ 』 ❛ THE VERY FIRST DESIGNER piece i ever owned was a pair of gucci shoes - i remember i’d been wantin’ ‘em for forever, so at the time i saved up for a MONTH after workin’ shitloads of overtime for BOTH my jobs to buy ‘em. an’ they were worth every penny, to be honest - no regrets about it. to this day, i love gucci’s style … it seems very - comfortable, for a designer brand? don’t get me wrong, their pieces are beautiful, but they’re real practical an’ fit pretty much any occasion - casual or formal or whatever, if you accessorize ‘em accordin’ly. it’s a distinct style but it leaves room for your own personal touches, as good fashion should. gucci does that to an extent that’s really unique an’ i’m really such a fan. ❜
4. TOM FORD.
❛ i have a range of styles, i think - i mean, i consider myself to be both entirely masculine an’ entirely feminine, there’s no real BOUNDARY there for me - i exemplify both to its fullest degree. an’ THAT’S exactly what tom ford does with their pieces - his collection is my go-to for when i want to show the fuck out, like look as sharp as a fuckin’ knife an’ untouchably expensive. everythin’ they make is just so classy, so POLISHED lookin’, to the point where you just fuckin’ KNOW when someone’s wearin’ tom ford; when they look like they could cut through your goddamn bones. an’ if you don’t know, you sure ain’t surprised when they tell you. if i’m runnin’ a meetin’? i bet you i’m wearin’ somethin’ tom ford. ❜
3. YVES SAINT LAURENT.
❛ ysl is fuckin’ iconic. in every way. if you don’t think of them when you think of haute couture, dare i say you must’a bumped your head. another real classy brand, just anythin’ of theirs is so distinguished an’ distinctive that, again, you just know when someone’s wearin’ it. an’ they get your attention because there’s no way saint laurent can look bad - but what puts it JUST above tom ford, for me, is the artistic quality. ’specially on the runway, it’s like a wearable canvas. you can see an’ feel the inspiration when you wear it - hell, wearin’ it alone is inspirin’ enough. but no matter how they incorporate an artistic vibe into their design, it always looks elegant as fuck. ❜
2. LOUIS VUITTON.
❛ lv has somethin’ for every part of my personality. literally, i’m not just sayin’ that ‘cause they were the second high-end brand to give me a chance when i was comin’ up; though that DOES make them real special to me. everythin’ from their runway looks, their street looks - it’s a rare occurrence for me to see somethin’ of theirs an’ not recognize somethin’ real artistic or beautiful about it. whether they follow the trends or they’re makin’ ‘em, louis vuitton can make abs’lutely ANYTHIN’ look like they did it first. it’s such a clean-cut style, but it has this edginess to it that really speaks to me personally - it’s a house that’s not afraid to step outside of what’s goin’ on around them an’ really make a statement. i’m honoured to work when them, really i am. i literally used t’ tell my crew that i’m pretty sure everyone in heaven is wearin’ louis vuitton an’ listenin’ to 808s an’ heartbreak. ❜
1. CHANEL.
❛ I KNOW, you saw this comin’, right? first off, lemme just verify my bias here - first house to hire me an’ give me endorsements, first house to support my own personal designs - my daughter is LITERALLY named after them. you get the point, right? honestly, chanel an’ lv are like my parents; they RAISED me. if it weren’t for them, i wouldn’t be shit - they turned me onto so many opportunities an’ while i made a way for myself an’ i’m proud of that, i have to pay credit where it’s due. but all that shit aside, let’s look at the actual brand itself. a simple, almost minimalist aesthetic with an edge that says a bitch’s throat was cut in the process of this design. THAT, to me, is most definitive of my own personal style … if that can even REALLY be defined by words. everythin’ chanel puts out is so fuckin’ beautiful ( especially my stuff - fuck, no, i’m kiddin’. maybe. ) they DEFINE haute couture, they made that shit. it may look like they put shit out without even tryin’ but, all their designers an’ overseers work so hard to make every lil’ detail perfect; not a damn thread outta place. trust me, i have inside experience - the epitome of ownin’ somethin’ is when you can make that shit look easy when it’s really an art form, really somethin’ you take your time with, no matter how NATURALLY it comes t’you. ❜
Night-time cafe-bar, before opening; the atmosphere is comfortably sultry with the dim yellow toned lights and the scents of sweet beverages of all kinds fill the nose. Long and almost dainty fingers flaccidly stream acroos strings of his beloved guitar, and as feeble as mentioned, the notes are somewhat sporadic in the briefest of moments. Nausea -- it has taken over him and he hadn’t eaten all morning, in fact, ever since the night before. They are jamming, simply that however even the plainest and easiest of actions are heaved with the sense of queasiness that bothers enough to onslaught his body on the inside. Prone to malady and frail by nature it is no wonder (not to himself, at least) that air that was coalesced with various emissions from various people who have camre across the venue caused him such a atrocious sensation. Temperated in his demeanor as what ever he has ate in the last twenty four hours was reaching his throat in a disgusting turmoil. He’s the regular (amateur) performer to come to stage every Wednesday night (gratitude filled for once that his parents know way too many people that the owner of the venue loved him ever since he was an infant) and risking the side job that brought some enough money to make ends meet by vomiting on stage is not a chance he agrees to take. ❛ Thank you. ❜ An hour remains to the opening and he already feels himself sweating excessively with those sensations -- his slightly quivering hand (not for the fulsomeness but for the frigidness he always feels) then shambles her affable gesture and he takes a hold of the pill ... painkiller? It does not matter, he will take about anything that moment if only it could aid the better feeling to approach quicker than he needs it to. For a brief second a thought crosses his mind -- don’t mix drugs with alcohol -- his face is frank and via the expressions his sentiments are easily indicated. Soon, his momentary concern fades as for when the glass she’s kindly brought with her reaches his lips, his not-so-sharp sense of smell discerns that the liquid is water, and well, he does not drink alcohol about ... ever; no reason for impertinent nuisance. ❛ This is not stage fright, I promise. ❜ So he pleads with his mind for her to pity him with the look that is in her eyes, or so he believes it isn’t... nonetheless, the boy holds high expectations for himself to overcome the anxiousness which he fails to distinguish, hoping she will not jump to inferences regarding his general conduct and judge him.
Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he scratches Minji between her ears, nodding in agreement. “It’s quiet,” he adds to her statement. “Makes you wonder what’s going to happen soon, right? The calm before the storm.”
❪ * ♡ ; ❫ “ give me five minutes.. ” that’s no answer the jinkyung’s question, true, but juhee is way too focused on what she is doing to give some of that attention of hers to her friend, as well. quite a shame that multi-tasking isn’t an option for the student. slender fingers maneuver the bouquet of white roses with such caution, as if scared of any sort of possible damage that can be done. “ you’ll see, you’ll see. ” and the response comes much, much later than it was supposed to, the several moments of silence eventually coming to an end. “ this is going to be yours, princess. ” a hint of pure playfulness laces with the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, dark orbs fixating her friend’s visage for a couple of moments before getting herself back to ‘work. after getting rid of what isn’t needed and remaining with the roses’ flowers themselves, juhee takes a hold on one of the tiny brushes before dipping its tip into the red paint. four of the flowers end up with their petals contoured by the said paint, highlighting the outline as much as possible and so, after way too much time she’s made her friend to wait, the student attaches the said roses to this so called hand-made crown------- and voila !! the personalized rose crown is finally done. “ you mentioned this event that you’re attending.. and i thought that maybe you’d like something like this. just wait until the roses dry completely. the rest is all done. and before you ask more about this.. when i saw you the other day, i got this image stuck in my head------ of you wearing one of these and i had to try it. sorry.. ”
Haesol pulled his leg closer to his chest as he looked over at her. “You think a full nude would be too much..?” Glancing back down to his phone, scrolling through his camera roll. “What if it were just my ass?”
