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Pirates BTS from Patrick Jack

[murderville]

alex getting a glimpse of the pirate costumes

[stylesnews]

patrickjack: Some Behind the Scenes shoots from the #treatpeoplewithkindness music video shoot. 🎬✨ We wanted to create a feeling of timeleness, that Harry’s world is a place of it’s own - so for the background dancers we put together a mix of eras and styles. From 50’s dreamboats, 80’s glam, futuristic waiters to Edwardian collars. Also - side note Phoebe Waller-Bridge was super lovely & even wrote a little poem about me having to unpick her pocket! 🤣

[awomanindeniall]

patrickjack 💥 IT’S OUT 💥

#treatpeoplewithkindness by the brilliant @harrystyles featuring the wonderful #phoebewallerbridge ✨

I had the pleasure of styling the lead dancers, background dancers, waiters & featured extras.

10 x lead dancers (5 for Harry & 5 for Phoebe)

30 x background dancers

3 x waiters

1 x Bouncer

It was a mad but fun week! ⭐️

Thanks to my brilliant team @karldieterich, @ellie_munro & @alexxfoster_ 👍

Harry & Phoebe were styled by @harry_lambert head to toe in stunning custom @gucci ✨🌟✨

patrickjack Some Behind the Scenes shots from the #treatpeoplewithkindness music video shoot. 🎬✨🎬

We wanted to create a feeling of timelessness, that Harry’s world is a place of its own - so for the background dancers we put together a mix of eras and styles. From 50’s dreamboats, 80’s glam, futuristic waiters to Edwardian collars.

Also - side note Phoebe Waller-Bridge was super lovely & even wrote a little poem about me having to unpick her pocket! 🤣 •

patrickjack More #bts from the #treatpeoplewithkindness shoot.

Here’s some shots of the lead dancers on set & from the fitting.

We created an old Hollywood vibe for Harry’s dancers with a modern twist. Oversized bow ties & cropped tuxedo jackets.

Phoebe’s dancers had a more sleek beatnik look. All in black, Fitted body suits with wide leg high waisted trousers. Accessorised with berets & dripping in jewels!

(Spot the Marks & Spencer's trousers!)

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Phil’s Taskmaster outfit - BTS from Patrick Jack [i]

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Stevie Martin's BTS photos Taskmaster s19e04

[robespierreofficiel]

Reposting my writings so as to avoid tagging things that link back to my old blog.

This one is just ...lawyer life, p much, in 19th century Texas. In the heat.

It was too goddamned hot.

William hated to loosen a cravat, but the sweltering waves of humidity and heat were unbearable even under the shade of a gnarly old oak tree.

There was no court house yet in Liberty, and so all trials had to be held on the grounds of where it would be built. Maybe. It had been noted as a brief bullet point during the last meeting of the ayuntamiento. However, until that ‘sometime’ were to finally arrive, lawyers who paced to and fro had to make do any way they could. Appropriately, of course.

“Now, Buck …no need to bewilder and dazzle the jury with your state of undress,” joked Patrick Jack, William’s good friend and opposing lawyer on the case. William had removed his red coat, placing it upon his leather-bound bag on the ground. He pulled up his sleeves and loosened his cravat enough to dry and cool the sweat gathered around his collar.

“Am I that much of a sight to behold?” William grinned.

“To the ladyfolk perhaps,” answered Patrick. “But…”

“But?”

“Those azure eyes of yours. Simply hypnotic. Alluring and treacherous, they are! I shall never forgive you or return our friendship so long as you use those bewitching eyes on our judge, sir. I know you.” Patrick said, grave-faced.

“You missed something, friend.” William gave a smirk, quickly pulling up his hat and running a hand through his auburn mane of hair.

“And what is that?”

“My immaculate knowledge and handling of law,” William boasted, re-configuring his hat and tipping it forward in a patronizing way.

“Tch,” Patrick shook his head. “…and Anahuac?”

“What about Anahuac?”

“You referenced the United States Constitution when the problem at hand was with our beloved 1824 Constitution. How could that hold any authority or sway in a Mexican court? It does not apply.”

William froze. Ah, yes, he would bring up his one flawed defense which had mistakenly been fueled by his own impassioned fury over rights, property, and liberty. He had been known to slew out speeches consumed with Jeffersonian speak, even though he was a self-proclaimed “Federalist,” at least by Mexican standards.

“Then I must refer back to my handsome looks and gentlemanly mannerisms, yes?” he joked.

Patrick took a white handkerchief out of his waistcoat and dabbed at his forehead. “Oh, yes. Your handsomeness is perhaps your only saving grace…!” he laughed.

They suddenly heard a low grumbling noise, and the two young bachelors turned to find the source. A mutual comrade of theirs, Robert Williamson, hobbled up on his infamous wooden leg with cane in hand. He had a disgruntled look on his face and his brow was dripping with sweat.

“I do not know what grace y’all are gabbin’ on about, but I do believe I see true grace o’er the horizon there…” said Robert, his voice ragged with exasperation from walking up a small hill. He pointed in the direction of what appeared to be a gray sheet of rain gliding over the prairies with relief in store for them. The grumbling noise they had heard earlier had instead been thunder, and not their friend who was just as equally stormy-natured.

“You have been divinely saved from my ruthlessness, Mr. Jack!” William continued berating his friend, a twinkle in his eye.

“Ruthlessness, by God! You can’t even join your companions for a spree and yet you have the gall to attach such a word to your name?” Patrick accused.

“The kind of spree I enjoy is–”

“Please, sir! Save us the agony…” Robert begged William. “We know your choice of indulgence, you do not have to elaborate on the particulars…. Christ Almighty.”

A cold, easterly breeze swept through the clearing between the men and the scattered attendees to the trial. Others began talking in hushed tones, glancing at the two lawyers, their friend, and the judge now approaching ‘the bench,’ or rather, a sorrowful looking wooden chair placed in front of the court-to-be.

“Gentlemen and ladies of the court…!” the judge called, not sitting yet in his pitiful chair. He would not need it, anyways. “I have heard from uh, some of our neighbors, that a storm is rolling in. I would advise moving the trial elsewhere, perhaps, but… we are not fortunate enough to have that either. The trial is dismissed and will reconvene next week, same place and time.” Seeing that there was no further comment or question, the judge nodded to no one specifically and then picked up his poor chair and left in haste.

William’s client, Mr. Thomas Peyton arrived on time to see the actual dismissal of the court and spectators leaving.

“Ah! Mr. Peyton,”

“What the hell is this?”

“Sir, I apologize, the trial…” William bit his lip.

“Trial’s dismissed until next week.” Robert interjected.

Thomas threw up his arms in agitation. “Next week?! You tellin’ me that bastard–”

“Samuel White…” added Patrick in a droll voice, speaking for his client who had not even made a respectable appearance yet.

“…an’ he ain’t even here!! Is that coward hidin’ from me?” Thomas snarled, his face contorted in anger.

Patrick huffed and rolled his eyes. William held his hand up at him as if to stave off his haughtiness.

“We will seek justice, sir. The uh, opposition in question was absent, yes, but the trial–”

A couple of droplets fell onto William’s rolled up sleeve. Suddenly, there were four droplets, then five, then ten, and then the whole sheet of rain that had been spotted on the horizon had finally come to bring relief to the denizens of Liberty.

William’s client Thomas furiously blinked the water out of his eyes, still enraged but mostly out of humiliation by this point. His brow was furrowed with intent to yell and throw things about until something happened.

“There’s a storm.” William said curtly, annoyed now that he was being forced to stand in the rain and saturate everything on his person out of obligation to his client.

“I can see that.” Thomas said, curling his lip. “Take your pay-” he threw some bits down at William’s feet and marched away, mumbling furiously. “Son of a bitch lawyers.…”

“So, why do you always take on the most garish clients? I ask the Lord…” chided Patrick, shaking his head and putting his things together.

“Because you won’t.” William said plainly to his friend. He hurried past him with his coat slung over his shoulder and bag tucked underneath his arm. Patrick looked up, annoyed. William could almost feel Patrick’s glare searing through his back as he traversed down the small hillside toward the only inn in town.

Robert chuckled out loud and shuffled over to Patrick. “I do not quite have the convenience of stormin’ out at his pace, so do you mind accompanying an old friend?”

Patrick was slipping his coat back on and adjusting his straw hat. He offered out his arm.

“I’m not a damn lady–” Robert scowled at him.

“…just an ornery ol’ man, I know.” Patrick snickered.

“It’s the heat. Same with our good friend… the damn heat. Let’s just mosey on out of here and get to liquorin’.”

“Yes sir.”

[kevinmchalenews]

Kevin was an utter joy to style as he knew what he liked but also was always willing to try something on before casting judgment...(Although there was one shirt from a certain designer that shall never see the light of day again! Eeeek HORRID!) as we all know some things can look very different on the body, rather than on a hanger! We wanted to get a good blend of designer meets high-street, casual meets smart! Basically showing off how wonderful Kevin can look in practically anything! So from the high-street we had some pieces from Topman, Zara, COS & River Island. Mixing those up with some higher end names such as Sixpack France (from their Fall 2014 collection), Paul Smith and a couple of others...

Patrick Jack on styling Kevin McHale for Virtuallly Famous (Patrick Jack Designs)