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ELLE FANNING via Instagram

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            a simple glance had said more than enough when the seat adjacent to him was finally occupied. the event planner was sure to be counting down her days until unemployment hit, or perhaps, some would take to the tabloid gossip suggesting he slipped them enough euros to place leonor de bragança by his side. sitting up a little straighter, he pulled at the crisp double rounded french cuff, but said nothing. a wayward glance, the sort that seemed almost expected to be found from the etched smile lines by the corners of his mouth, followed the discomfort lingering in the air. “ small world. ”  he said mildly, with a nod of acknowledgment to a familiar face passing the two at a stand still, though much like the individual who passed with a glance back to leonor, all eyes were on her. this carefully procured image spotlighted in anticipation for her next move.

int .　late afternoon , paris fashion week .　featuring　,　@pyrctic !!

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            “ i thought one too many cocktail hour charity events last year required something a little different this time. ” a long weekend away nestled in the himalayan foothills of north india certainly promised something beyond custom couture and indulging in special reserved labels of alcohol. though, there was room for that too. at least, the holistic sort that came with the words ' farm to table ' and ' sustainable ' plated on designer dishes or cups such as the one filled with tea harina kept in front of her with the days influx of arrivals finding their suits and wandering the property.

int .　late morning , ananda in the himalays , north india .　featuring　, 　@apclogue , @seomarine , @pyrctic , @zephvrs !!

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Simone Ashley for Vanity Fair by Camilla Åkrans

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            cláudia carefully pulled the steaming cup from her stinging lips. burning herself on the second attempt to drink the coffee she'd been craving since a restless sleep put her in the habit of yawning every few minutes. a dangerous thing to do when their grandmother had elected them the ones to prance around entertaining important guests and diplomats until graced by the parents presence for lunch. “ mamãe fired the third assistant today in a month. what do you think that means? wrong political view point or wrong shoe choice? ” 

ext .　early morning , petrópolis, brazil . patio gardens .　featuring　, 　@apclogue !!

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            the list of names on the ipad were confirmed to be what sergi dreaded with a simple shrug, almost flippant in retort.  “ this isn't for you, it's for me, ” matilde added with a smile, scrolling through the names for a third time. some names warranted a smile, while others had pressed her lips together in indifference before a quick red mark of the ipad pen she held was struck across it.  “ and the children will be there, don't worry. ” the pair of which must have been tormenting each other because sure enough, the high pitched vocals of their daughter echoed down a corridor of stone and marble and some wailing version of the doll she no longer had possession of.  “ and don't worry, tirones de oreja is reserved to one only this year. unless, ” she peered up from the list.  “ you have any problems with this party?  ” 

“ that better not be what i think it is. ” it looked like a guest list. his birthday was a little too close for it not to worry him, especially when sergi was well aware of his wife's affinity to hosting. “ we agreed on official events only. save the birthday parties for the children's birthdays. ” / @doushenka

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            barron paused, his reach extended yet not far enough to commit to grasp his cup or fork, leaving him in an awkward in-between that neared elbows on the table. “ a family retreat wouldn't entail any of those american bonding exercises, would it? ” one of the american interns had suggested company bonding via email with far too many exclamation points just a few days prior. needless to say, it haunted him ever since.　...　@seomarine , @pyrctic

“ why don't we all go to the country club this weekend ? ” he suggested after taking the first sip of morning tea. “ have a family retreat of sorts. ” / @doushenka @seomarine @pyrctic

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♡ DREW STARKEY variety's actors on actors

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON via tiktok

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            “ nope, ” effie notes, a sing-song-like tone accompanying the single-syllable. “ just here to visit, maybe pick up on some of your christmas decorating advice a little early. ” somewhere upon her entry she'd lost george to the siren's call of a shining object or the aroma of freshly baked cake pulling him into another room entirely while effie now sits across from the woman many thought would become her sister-in-law. “ catherine says hello, by the way. ” or at the very least, euphemia assumes her sister does, far too tangled up in the webs of her own royal lineage and that of her husband all while, as the tabloids have noted much to effie's delight, share in the notion that, ' a princess dedicated with steadfast loyalty to one country quells the trembling hearts of every scot worried for their future'. stood behind her mother, effie mouthed the very words with the faintest hint of a smile turning up the corner of her lips. “ and i wanted to extend an invitation to you to visit scotland, for a charity event. ” 

   ― “  and  you're  sure  i'm  the  only  reason  you  decided  to  visit  ?  ”  it  wasn't  new  to  anybody  that  barbara  dreamt  of  the  day  the  scot  and  gabriel  would  announce  that  they're  finally  together  again  and  she  could  stop  worrying  about  her  brothers'  love  life  choices.  it  made  no  sense  to  her  why  he'd  be  looking  anywhere  else  when  effie  was  right  there,  she'd  picked  so  carefully.  “  regardless,  i  am  happy  you  decided  to  come.  you  and  georgie  are  always  welcome  here.  ”  /  @doushenka

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            nothing is said, and in that moment a pin drop could shatter the fragile balance in which two brothers reside, one wounded ego away from sasha's refrained temper making an entrance stage right. “ we can always marry you off to one of them. ” there is not a hint of irony to be noted in his tone and maybe that should be cause for worry. the eldest isn't here, seated among them, the one who so often claims sasha's abrupt remarks to be nothing more than a plan in need of time to prepare, until he settles his thoughts. instead, it's blažeje. “ should we invite them to dinner? maybe go over the plans with levente, he'll enjoy that. ” 

― alexander. / @doushenka

" aren't you worried if you continue like this... you'll ruin our relationship with the croÿs for good ? what i mean is... " he took a deep breath. he did not know what he meant other than that he did not like where the plot was going. alexander and ignác were in too deep. " in some situation an apology goes a long way but we're headed towards irreparable damage. "

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            matilde gives a nearly imperceptible nod in agreement with barbie's sentiment. the speculation, not knowing, scrupulously swiping through various articles showcasing inna and her whereabouts in hopes the girls would receive a moniker, at the very least a description of the illusive love. “ well that is perfect! ” matilde professes. of course, she frowns, the corners of her lips downturned for the appropriate amount of time regarding the unfortunate news. “ now you can tell us everything about him. ” leaning forward, she plucks one of the strawberries from the fruit bowel on the table, inspecting it for any sign of imperfection or worse inedible nature about it. “ or you can hear our theories. we had a lot, before you told us it was ignác. ”　...　@apclogue and @seomarine

   ― “ when are you gonna tell us who it is that you're dating ? you first mentioned him forever ago, we can't keep calling him someone. ” if inna had not been so secretive about her love life, barbie wouldn't be as annoying as she was asking for details every time they came together. a name was all she asked, a simple first and last and the rest she could google. “ you lied about ignác just to give us some hope, i swear. ” and hope they had until the very last second. / @seomarine & @doushenka

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            isoline was the sort of person who very much enjoyed the idea of never thinking of an article again once the click of a button on the final draft had been whisked away to publishing. she was also the sort who refused to read any feedback without a box of swiss chocolate by her side or favorite show on standby. at present neither are to accompany her. “ i mean, you've seen the competition. ” she certainly laid claim to not being the best, but by far better than the fashion degree major who had failed at specifying a french brand would not be at new york fashion week of all things. “ cadance hill has people eating out of the palm of her hand with her articles. ” though, it's a category isoline wrinkles her nose at, more of an 8am tabloid blog to read over the last few sips of coffee in the morning.

   ― “ look, there's a whole paragraph here about your last feature. ” it was a weird habit she'd developed reading reviews on magazine issues. at first to see what the public's perception of criterion was, and then it became something she couldn't spend two days without doing. like reading the news every morning. “ blahblahblah amazing point of view on the other side of fashion week, yada yada... ah, here: exactly what the regular person who does not attend the event would want to know. that's right, isoline neuville does it again. ” / @doushenka

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TAYLOR RUSSELL Venice Film Festival

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            “ i think, i need new glasses, ” prompts barron's arrival past the threshold frame and into the room. his eyes are cast down, squinting at a document held between his fingers, brought closer with each passing second as if that would somehow allow him to miraculously see the blurred words. “ can you read this? ” barron pries the frames from his face, giving them an inspecting glance, and offering the document up to the person nearest his left.　...　@pyrctic

" this is why you need a chain for them. this house is too big for you to be losing glasses. let me see. " she reached over his shoulder to snatch the paper from his hand. her hand slipping into her left pocket in search of her own glasses. the motion was easy and natural but when the tips of her fingers could only slide against the soft cashmere knit of her cardigan in the empty pocket, she stiffened. " have you seen my glasses ? "

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            barron shifts, sitting up a bit taller in his seat he's claimed adjacent to his brother and across from his mother. he doesn't have to utter a word, a simple slow turning glance is sufficient to give bernard the answer they both knew. “ i didn't say that, ” but implied, indeed. “ since you seem so eager to attend though, who am i to stop you. ” and there it is, the dimpled smile showcasing the very nature of barron's intention. “ practice your curtsy. ”　...　@pyrctic

— bernard & barron. / @apclogue & @doushenka

" the queen is inviting one of us for afternoon tea... " beatrice squinted at the cause. " for the poppy initiative. goodness gracious. maybe the veterans needed less money if the queen had allowed the real heir to remain the heir. " beatrice looked between her sons. " who will go ? i do not have the temperance to pretend to like antonia ives. "

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            perhaps a few details of her mother's itinerary had slipped the mind of matilde as she broke the news of cámille's planned visit over a bottle of 1956 catalan red. it was, after all, the very same formula used for every disappointing news. until now. stood in front of the mirror with the same pursed lips that alluded to her own reaction of the outfit, matilde had no expensive wine to offer, nothing but a slight shrug upon her turn to face him. no longer eye contact made through the mirrorr's glass. “ she wanted to see her grandchildren. ” a half truth, the candy-coated type that needed a spoon full of sugar to help swallow down the bitter reality. “ i think, ” matilde gestured to the blouse hung on display behind him, one of the many that would likely end up in the same pile her current one would, “ you told her a few too many bedtime stories, now you're her favourite. ” 

   ― “ you know... i really love it when your mother's visiting, what an amazing woman she is, such a pleasant guest. but when does she leave again ? ” he fired up soon as he walked into the closet matilde was getting ready in. he'd handled the first two days well but after the third and no sign of goodbyes being said soon, sergi became less willing to play the good host part. “ i'm convinced her presence is the reason malena can't sleep in her room alone and, don't get me wrong, i love the kid, but i want her out of our bed. ” at this point he didn't care that the girl was two, if she put her feet on his face once again she'd be getting pushed off the bed. / @doushenka