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“Pink reminds us to love ourselves unconditionally before seeking validation from others.”
– Lily Moore, “The Power of Self-Love: Pink as a Reminder” (2016)
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Miuccia Chanel, heaven’s rated XXX dropout.
Miuccia Chanel Bianchi is a name whispered in elite fashion circles with the same reverence one might offer a forbidden prayer. Born on 10/04 2000—write it down because it’s no coincidence that her birthdate aligns with the angel number 1004, casting a divine glow on her. But she isn’t some innocent little cherub in white. She’s heaven’s bad decision, think lace lingerie under a trench coat, rosary beads clinking against bare skin. Heaven got horny angry and dropped this angel-brat creature in St. Petersburg, a city known for elite celebrity parties such as private yacht parties on the Neva and velvet-rope gatherings at clubs like XXXX and Lomonosov Bar. But she’s also got that asian blood, a wasian beauty who’s emerged with the perfect contradiction: a face like a slutty angel—all soft and seraphim with glass skin, glossed lips, and those “I just woke up in your man’s bed” eyes—with the kind of pornstar 170/48 body that turns into wild fantasies in your head.
Then what about her aura? She’s the human version of Agora Hills by Doja Cat seduction and Peppers by Lana Del Rey level sass. Sultry, obsessive, clingy-baddie energy with a luxurious feminine side. She is the hot girl sneaking out of afterparties barefoot with a stranger’s jacket and her lipstick still intact, she will makes you think she’s cute until she’s kissing your crush and sipping your drink and somehow, you’ll still thank her. She’s soft but dangerous, a little unhinged, ultra-desirable, and completely in control. The type of girl who’ll call you crying then show up at your door in full glam, looking too good to fight with. She’s wild, high, and hot, a gorgeous mess in a fur coat and tinted shades, tossing back shots with lipgloss-smudged confidence. She’s breaking hearts and the speed limit, chewing gum while making you beg. She’s obsessed with you—but also obsessed with herself, and you can never tell which she loves more.
And don’t get it twisted, she isn’t ‘just’ a model. She’s THE model. As the current model of both Chanel and Miu Miu, she’s the secret weapon behind their most whispered-about collections, a living muse styled in limited release. Wrapped in vintage Chanel and fresh-off-the-couture-rack Miu Miu. One moment she’s dipped in vintage Karl Lagerfeld-era Chanel looking like a rich girl’s revenge fantasy; the next she’s strutting in unreleased Miu Miu straight from the archives like she robbed the future. As one Vogue editor whispered through the magazine page and summed it up best: “she isn’t just in fashion, she is what fashion tries to be.”






⚭. this character is inspired by Miuccia Prada
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