#Couture Mantra

[evermore-fashion]

Rami Kadi ‘Mantra’ Spring 2023 Haute Couture Collection

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Rami Kadi: ‘Mantra’ Spring 2023 Haute Couture Collection

[simonloweblog]

"Plus ca change"... part 2

Is it possible that we will ever get over paying huge premiums to buy a brand name?  I doubt it, in spite of the fact that the premium added to buying “a branded name” continues to become ever more outrageous in terms of value for money.

When French haute couture was handmade in small Ateliers in Paris one could justify that those individually designed and crafted pieces of clothing commanded High multiples to the price of a “frock” from Top Shop or Banana Republic. That is quite a different story from two production lines in a clothing factory outside Shanghai; one making a man’s suit for M&S, the other on the same floor, for Armani. The M&S suit is sold for £199 whilst the Armani suit is in the window at c £1400. Now although the material is different, which can add say £60 to the price, the “tailoring” is exactly the same. So why would one cost 700% more than the other? The answer is brand name. In the case of comparing a Bentley to a Skoda, the former is worth alot more as more expensive materials are used with more detail and finer appointments, but in the case of the “Italian suit” that is definitely not the case. I know because we made the M&S suit. Incidentally, “the Italian suit” is a misnomer because of course it is made in China.

A silk tie from the tie rack costs c £10; one from Hermes £120. The shape, length and width and the amount of silk used are approximately equal in cost. The packaging of a Hermes tie is more expensive and better presented which would add a couple of £s to their price, but surely it cannot be worth 1200% more.

The comparisons between goods are endless. Of course, the “experience” of shopping in a “fine” store counts for something and certainly costs the seller a lot, but why should a Sony computer which these days is no better than a Dell cost so much more; the answer is there is no plausible reason.

There will always be those who for snob appeal purposes buy a Brand but as online shopping is now embraced by most of the top “brands” then the experience and “value” of shopping in a smart store, being seen therein or carrying the “branded parcel”, falls away.

As high street rents on famous avenues becomes extortionate and advertising campaigns and P.R. costs add more and more to the prices charged by branded Houses, then all but the richest or the most desperate will choose them over good value mass produced or generic equivalents.

Fortunately, in the pharmaceutical industry, Government and often the medical profession are choosing generic medications over “brand name” which achieve the same results at a fraction of the cost.

Furthermore, famous designers are being commissioned by companies such as Zara and H&M to produce “designer” lines that capture both style and value at a fraction of their own advertised lines. In spite of their ever-increasing penetration onto the chic streets in the West, the expansion of the “brand houses” will be most dramatic Countries like China whose citizens are only just beginning to be able to afford western fashion goods as a result of higher disposal incomes.

Yet even in the West the desire for so many to be able to own and display “internationally recognizable labels” goes unabated. Over the past 5 years, since the financial crisis, many in Europe and the USA were forced to realize that the party of hype was over and that a period of “value for money” had to be the new mantra. Property prices in all but a few Cities plummeted by huge percentages. In spite of this the likes of a Hermes Kelly bag (and other fashion houses that have their own equivalent) continues to climb to higher and more dizzying heights and the biggest joke is that you are lucky if you can secure one!

It says much about the greed and selfishness of the human race.  We know that “all are equal but some are more equal than others” (George Orwell) but there has to be a limit, or does there??

[universomovie]

RAMI KADI Couture Spring-Summer 2023 - "Mantra"

Holographic embroideries tracing geometric waves, the colors of the desert sun woven into asymmetric dresses, couturier tweed entwined onto pants and blazers, and voluminous displays of floating satin duchess fabrics: This is Mantra, Maison Rami Kadi’s Couture Spring Summer 2023 collection. Every aspect of Mantra’s 25 looks was designed to be an embodiment of the image of Gaia. Ocean waves and…

[vistas-gt22]

Background Task

Background- FASHION AND INNOVATION

The fashion and lifestyle industry is unique from other fields of manufacturing in that it is ruled largely by the same intention as its end product: change.

What defines the industry is largely based on the functions of the individuals who comprise it—designers, stores, factory workers, seamstresses, tailors, technically skilled embroiderers, the press, publicists, salespersons, fit models, runway models, couture models, textile manufacturers, pattern makers, and sketch artists. In simplest terms, this industry could be described as the business of making clothes, but that would omit the important distinction between fashion and apparel. Apparel is functional clothing, one of humanity's basic needs, but fashion incorporates its own prejudices of style, individual taste, and cultural evolution.

India has always been a leader in the textile and apparel industry and has enjoyed prominence as one of the world’s major textile manufacturers. It is home to numerous best clothing manufacturers working towards meeting India’s rising demand for superior-quality, fashionable clothes. With each manufacturer producing clothes for a certain clientele, Indian customers are spoilt for choice when it comes to selecting a brand that can guarantee quality as well as perfection. With emerging companies like Allen Solly and Levi’s, the fashion industry will forever remain erratic and uncertain.

One such brand in India is Provogue. Provogue is a fashion & lifestyle retail business owned by Provogue (India) Limited, a public company listed on the Mumbai and National stock exchanges. The Provogue Brand was developed and launched in 1998 as a Menswear fashion range of contemporary clothing with a styling that made it relevant for the Indian market and quickly established leadership.

Provogue remains for design and not immaculate clothing; this in itself makes it the pioneer instantly. Its plans are bleeding edge and radical, which typifies its mantra "Redefining Fashion". The Company propelled the style brand "Provogue" in March 1998 and inside a limited capacity to focus seven years; it has built up a solid brand personality in the psyches of the urban consumers. The Company's logic of 'creating trends' in design, a forceful marketing procedure, combined with prominent limited time occasions and its circulation technique of retailing through specific stores and shopping centers has brought about Provogue being currently situated as a main style brand in readymade clothing.

In 2022, following a huge success over their new clothing line, Provogue has accumulated a huge amount of funding, itching to be invested in another product that is innovative, efficient and unique.

TASK IN HAND You are required to

-Make a product that satisfies the above conditions and come up with strategies to penetrate the market in the form.

-Conduct thorough market research, feasibility ,launch strategies, marketing strategies and PR strategies.

 REQUIREMENTS

2. PPT of minimum 5 slides

Deadline:- 8:30 AM

[kalcia]

Sesshomaru and Kagura attending Met Gala - commission for @neutronstarchild !

Along with this art I deliver to you a teaser from Chapter 8 “Daiyōkai Only Dress in Couture“! Please take a look under the cut ;)

“Daiyōkai Only Dress in Couture“ is a collab @neutronstarchild​ and I are working on together ^^

Call me if the Asshole is too much. His words reverberated in her head. But Kagome couldn’t even bring herself to text Inuyasha.

Sesshōmaru had not been as bad as usual, because Asshole who cares, Kagome’s new mantra about her boss, was a revelation. He was harsh and mean in ways that almost seemed mentory. It meant the constant demands and the perfectionism and even the sneers and jabs when she didn’t quite get her outfit matching right didn’t send her to the props closet anymore.

It meant that to text Inuyasha meant admitting a lot of things to herself, a lot of things that she was not ready to think about.

Inuyasha had Kikyō. Kagome had Hōjō. That was that.

“Oi Bambi.” Speak of the devil. Kagome almost tripped over her feet at the gruff voice coming from near the art department. Inuyasha was in a simple black t-shirt (that was really form fitting… he had a lot of muscles) and a pair of tattered jeans. His hair was in a braid again. “You free later on to do one more look at the pictures for the article, before I give my final okay to the Asshole?”

“Y-yeah,” Kagome stuttered. Hadn’t Inuyasha already given the final approval? Wasn’t that why she and Shiori were finalizing things now?

“Somewhere other than this dumb building.” Inuyasha leaned close, trying to reduce the number of prying ears from hearing his conversation. “I’ll text you a place.”

“O—“ Inuyasha had turned and begun walking away before Kagome could properly reply, “kay.”

Kagome also knew that her face had turned beet red again. Inuyasha was officially in her head.

“I told you she’s making a play for the brother…” Yuka (or was it Eri?) didn’t even try to keep the poison from her tone as she intentionally bumped into Kagome. “Nice earrings Kagome.”

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Social Media Anon Here

Walker finals for the last episode came in. A rise in demographic to .12 but an unexpected fall in viewer to 0.897m. Second half of season traditionally have a downward trajectory, so let's see how that .897 stands up.

My feeling is still it's going to end season 2 a lot lower than it started it. There is only so much sizzle you can sell before people get fed up with the rubbish sausage. Most marketing seems to be selling Jared rather than the show and that has got to run out of steam.

Real point of this email is I can't link on Anon, but could you link to Andreademill Tumblr and her post on Jared Padalecki's house.

Gen and Jared are both good at giving a very coutured image of their home. It's homely and not extravagant. They show themselves as successful but not ostentatious.

They do that by showing a large kitchen living area and family room, their chooks and back door, occasionally a gym, swimming pool, bedroom and playroom. A second living area is occasionally shown. All pictures are taken from the (still plush) back door.

Andrewdemill gives you a clue as to the real size and extent of Padalecki Palace. The four other grand reception areas, the three other formal dining areas, the two other staircases, the wine cellar etc and the grand double entrance. All these rooms are the size of an apartment.

When listening to the "shucks, I'm really like you" mantra of conventions and articles, look at the private planes and mansion and see if that holds up.

“The rubbish sausage” had me giggling. 

I searched the blog you mentioned and I hope I’m linking the right posts! 

Part One

Part Two

It always makes me laugh when Gen and Jared try to seem so relatable and act like they’re totally going through the same thing as us peasants all while sitting pretty at the PadaPalace. 

I would have LOVED to have a place like that during quarantine! I would have LOVED to have a place like that when I had Covid. You have everything you need and then some. Gen has plenty of places to hide from the kids, Jared has plenty of places to hide when he shows his face every once in a while, and the staff seem to have plenty of space to work. 

I’m not ripping them apart for having money and buying nice things. I’m ripping them apart for acting like they’re relatable and going through the same things. I’m ripping them apart for their tone deaf posts about pretty much everything all while they hang out at their mansion, and the lack of self-awareness. 

At least be honest that you’ve got way more than you need instead of playing up the image of relatable couple who is totes affected by everything in the same way! 

[jaysdoctrine]

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[bohori]

#TBT #GuoPei 2010 Those who Shine from Within don't Need a Spotlight ~ #FreeyourInnerBohemian #BohoRiStyle #ChooseToShine #OrigamiSwoonami

[nidhikunder]

Bloom

One of my oldest friends got married last week and it was nothing short of overwhelming. To anticipate its arrival is one thing but to have it actually unfold before your eyes is a whole new ballgame. It really is unfortunate how very little I get the chance to wear Indian outfits as I seldom attend these events - social anxiety issues and all that. 

I wanted to pick an outfit ideal for a summer wedding; something different from the usual excessive gold and heavy stone work. This nautical hued Couture Mantra lehenga fit the bill perfectly. Accompanied by a floral clutch by Love to Bag, hand embroidered with zardozi and badla, minimal make up and jewellery, the look moves seamlessly from daytime wedding functions right through to the evening reception. 

Couture Mantra Lehenga

Love to Bag "Flora" Clutch

[chattonlait]

Pretty Lies

“When you’re walking across the runway, Adrien, just make sure you hold your chin up, and even if you don’t feel confident, make sure you make long, confident strides.”

“Even if I don’t feel confident, mama?”

His mother’s eyes crinkled, “Even if it’s not real, try to make it real to your audience. They only know you, and the clothes you’re wearing. They don’t know your story.”

A.K.A The fic where Adrien has the worst month of his entire life and it spirals wildly out of his control. Modeling is tough work.  Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21142004/chapters/50316563 

“When you’re walking across the runway, Adrien, just make sure you hold your chin up, and even if you don’t feel confident, make sure you make long, confident strides.” “Even if I don’t feel confident, mama?” His mother’s eyes crinkled, “Even if it’s not real, try to make it real to your audience. They only know you, and the clothes you’re wearing. They don’t know your story.” Adrien held his head high, took a deep breath and he walked. One confident stride followed the other. Cameras flashed in his peripheral but he was too blinded by the stage lights to see each and every one. His mind wandered, his throat tightened in an impossible way and he blinked back the tears that he knew would give him the perfect en vogue look when the shots released in a few hours. Nobody would think there was something wrong, they’d point at it and go, “That’s just part of the look.”  Even if it wasn’t, because he made it real to his audience, and they didn’t know his story. He turned at the end of the runway, flashed a smile that made his eyes crinkle, and walked the other way. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest at any moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he was backstage. His heart stilled and he walked back to his dressing room, letting the bright lights drown out his feelings.

It had been so long since his mother’s advice rang in his ears. When he first started modeling, he repeated it like a mantra, day after day, shoot after shoot. Sometimes he’d think about it during fencing lessons, and Chinese classes. If he held his head high, and made long confident strides, then he could do everything. The world didn’t need to know what was going on inside his head. He changed out of the runway clothes, hanging them up on their pristine velvet hanger. “Something’s bothering you, kid,” Plagg’s voice broke the cacophony in his head and Adrien turned, smiled, “I’m fine, just stressed, that’s all,” and he shrugged his shoulders like it was the easiest thing in the world, plucking a blonde hair off the shoulder cuff. It was a truly beautiful garment, hand beaded. There was no doubt that his father was a brilliant designer. Plagg floated over to land on his shoulder, face nestling against Adrien’s cheek. He leaned into it, selfishly, and sighed. It was a long day, and the exhaustion weighed heavily upon his shoulders. After that runway shoot, he had to go over to Luka’s to watch their Kitty Action rehearsal (a song that Adrien wasn’t in, something he would forever be grateful for) He enjoyed his time with his friends, and he got it preapproved by his father. That didn’t help explain the anxiety settling in the pit of his stomach, coiling up like a frightened snake. “Okay Mr. Stressed, care to put pants on?” Adrien snorted out a half laugh, “Yeah, I will. Don’t worry. How else am I supposed to show off the Agreste loungewear line?” He rolled his eyes, opening up the box his father had left him. At least it should be comfortable. And it was, he realized as he popped the sweatshirt on, combing his hair artfully back and out of his face. It was still sticky with styling products, falling in loose waves around his head. He took a makeup wipe to his face in an attempt to rid himself of the thick layer of foundation on his face. It halfway worked, and when he looked up at himself he felt like it was okay. Smeared mascara was a look, right? Oh well, he didn’t have time to take off the rest of it. He managed to jump into joggers, and toe his sneakers back on before he was grabbing his bag and rushing through the door. He didn’t stop jogging until he was out of the building, flipping the hood of the sweatshirt up. Plagg stayed by his side, tucked in the space between his neck and shoulder. “That exciting, hmm?” Adrien laughed, genuinely, “It is, it’s practically a sleepover..” Practically? Who was he kidding? It was a sleepover by all sense of the word, and his father actually approved it. His heart beat heavily, not with dread, but with joy. “Ohhh a sleepover! How exciting, did you remember-” “Your camembert, yes Plagg, I remembered your camembert, but you have to stay hidden. I’m only bringing you along because..” “Because anything can happen, I know, I know. And while you listen to your friends write and perform music, I’ll be making the coziest home out of your bag.” “And you call me weird,” he huffed and shook his head. The houseboat was in sight in it’s massive glory.  The top of it was lit up with beautiful string lights that reflected against the inky water it sat upon, swaying slightly against the waves. Adrien took a second to compose himself, sucking a deep breath in, and exhaling it slowly. It was just a sleepover, it was so simple, but it was with so many of his friends. Marinette, Alya, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, and Luka. Nino wasn’t able to make it but it would be okay. Head high, confident strides. The text message said to just walk in so he did, and he was greeted with well- a lot- They were laughing in the practice room, it smelt like popcorn and oddly like pancakes. Plagg zipped into his bag and grinned up at him. Adrien swallowed and walked in, laughing nervously. “Sorry I’m late, I tried to get here as fast as I could.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, he really did try to get there quickly, he knew he was quite late though. What if he missed the rehearsal? “I didn’t know you wore makeup during your shoots, Adrien,” Alya was the first one to speak and she sat up from the floor. In seconds she invaded his personal space, swiping a thumb under his eye. Oh right, the smeared mascara. “Well, in shoots I uhm- no? No makeup during shoots but this was ah.. runway and those pictures are like uhm, well you know, super candid and stuff so it’s important to wear makeup so that you look alright from all angles, and you know, this is kind of the debut before the winter collection so it’s a bit more macabre,” he was pressing his fingers together, a nervous tic he’d been told to stop multiple times. He couldn’t help it, Alya was just so close and Adrien’s nerves were still shot from his modeling endeavor Juleka’s head cocks out along with Marinette’s, and Adrien felt heat rise in his cheeks. Was it that weird? “I thought you might be finally trying a punk look,” Juleka said with a smile and a little nod, hiding behind her hair again. Marinette giggled, “It would be an interesting look on you,” and she patted the spot next to her, “Both of you need to come sit!” Adrien nodded and shifted his bag, smiling at Alya. She smirked back at him and led him along. Luka smiled at him and patted the spot next to him. Adrien sat down, succesfully, between Luka and Marinette. “If I did a punk look my father would probably keel over,” he didn’t mean for the joke to come out as dark as it did but even Ivan snickered. “Or have a freaking stroke,” Alya added.

“So he’s still controlling?” Luka asked, and Adrien could only shrug. “Just.. overprotective. Looking different can get you into trouble, I guess? Or get you odd looks, and I do represent his brand.” Marinette sighed, “His very posh, fashion forward brand.” “Exactly!” Adrien leaned forward, crossing his legs and bringing his knee up to his chest, “But I do enjoy the modeling, I’m actually doing something new for the winter line.” “Ooh, you have to spill,” Rose spoke up, and laughed, “The winter shows are always the best! The clothes are sooo avant garde.” Adrien couldn’t remember a time he ever talked about himself so much, maybe as Chat Noir, but that didn’t count. He really did love modeling though, it was so easy for him to talk about.

He nodded to Rose’s comment, and then to Marinette and Juleka’s questioning, wide eyes. “The winter show is always more couture,  it’s not about wearable fashion stuff like this,” he fluffs up his sweatshirt, “Which is going to be apart of the new Agreste lounge slash sportswear collection- I digress. The winter shows, it’s where designers from all over the world are assigned a model and they design a fashion piece based off of them. This is going to be the first show that I’m doing just by myself- and on stage in general. I won’t even know which designer I’ll be working with until next week.” “So instead of it being about wearable clothes, it’s basically an art show? Kind of like pop versus Indie?” Luka asked. Adrien nodded, “It’s exactly like that. The Ageste brand is definitely a more commercial brand, but the brand itself hosts smaller designers to come to Paris once a year and show off their art. Every design is made to the model’s body, which means it’s all one of a kind. Whatever I’ll be wearing? It’ll be the only one and that’s.. Exciting.” It was also heart racing. He used to watch his mother walk across those runways, in gowns with multiple tiers, intricate beading, and gorgeous patterns. Gowns that billowed around her and made her look like a floating angel surrounded by twinkling lights. This would be the first year that he walked that stage in her place, there was so much weight to it, emotionally, and publicly. If he screwed up on stage, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his father. . And he’d disappoint himself, but he would never say that out loud. “That sounds absolutely incredible! So many designers and garments in one place. It must be such a hub of inspiration,” Marinette bounced her fists up and down, “What I’d give to be one of those designers.” Adrien tilted his head, “You could be, one day. They are randomly chosen, and it’s annual. As long as you keep applying, you could totally get in!” “You think so?” “Marinette, I’ve seen your designs, I know so.” Alya elbowed Marinette and Marinette squawked. Everyone laughed and Luka stood back up, Ivan followed. “We’ll all be ready for that winter collection, but in the meantime, why don’t we get some practice done. It’ll help us brainstorm in this creative hour of night. Rose bounced up, “I’ve been working on new lyrics!! Here,” she dug around her bag and handed everyone a piece of printed paper. Adrien shifted to scoot closer to the couch, sitting with his back against the seat, giving the rest of them room to perform with their instruments. He couldn’t focus on the words on the page, and peaked up over the top of it to look at Marinette. She was probably gathering inspiration for the new costume designs for the song. She took out her sketchbook and everything. Adrien leaned in a little closer, watching her pencil move across the page but not really seeing what she was drawing. He wasn’t close enough to tell what exactly it was. A bodysuit, maybe? A pantsuit? Who knew, certainly not him. He got lost in her movement before realizing that the rehearsal was starting. It was like coming back up from being underwater, and he realized he must have spaced out at some point. Marinette’s eyes were focused on the band Adrien looked there too, at Ivan on the drums, Rose singing, Luka on guitar, and Juleka on bass. The song hit him then, resonating a deep chord somewhere in his heart and his throat tightened up again. He should have read the lyrics, it would have made him feel less stupid but in that moment his brain caught up with his body when Rose sang. “Maybe we’re just friends, but I want more.” Adrien hit his fist into the flat palm of his hand, “It’s a love song.” Rose giggled into the mic and for the second time that night, Adrien felt his face going hot. “Sorry, I promise I read the lyrics it just.. It didn’t hit me until now, hearing it out loud.” Marinette had her hand over her mouth and Alya nudged him, “I’m glad you caught onto the meaning behind the words.” “I never did claim to be a great poet, or understanding poetry,” he scratched behind his ear and laughed with them, “Still, I think it’s great. It’s a refreshing take on a love song it’s so.. In your face!” Rose smiled, her cheeks turning pink, “I’m glad that you caught it! If you caught it, then our audience certainly will!” Everyone nodded, and Adrien settled back against the couch, glad that his spotlight moment had finally ended. He still felt how his cheeks burned and he kept his face clasped in his hands to hide himself. One day he’d actually read the things that were handed to him, and read them well, so that he wouldn’t embarrass himself like that again. They resumed rehearsal and Adrien put his head down on his knee. He was tired, beyond tired, and it was finally catching up to him. All he wanted to do was lay down but he was enjoying his time with his friends. They were all so.. Lively, and happy. It was an energy he wasn’t used to, but he appreciated to a level he would never be able to describe in words. He felt safe in the presence of his friends, undoubtedly safe. The beat of the song throbbed in his ears as he nodded off, cheek falling flush against the couch cushion

[icarusthelunarguard]

Horrible-Scopes

You know, when I was growing up in the NY area in 70′s - 90′s, a little baby radio station premiered on Aug 2, 1983 - switching from Cool Jazz to Top-40, WHTZ, aka Z-100, 100.3FM started operation. And with it a new powerhouse began. After listening and enjoying the Z-Morning Zoo for YEARS, I have my own streaming radio shows and I am recreating their idea: The Horrible-Scopes!

MAYBE I’ll record these in podcast form later, but for now, here are your Horrible-Scopes for THIS week!

Aries

While the weather outside is cooling your internal body heat is rising. Please, for your safety, let-off some steam by exercising instead of aggressively masturbating. Your apartment mates are getting sick and tired of the smoke alarms going off at 3am because you’ve scorched your KY companion AGAIN!

Taurus

You love the outdoors, so go out and enjoy them! You’ll enjoy the crisp air in your lungs and your friends will enjoy meeting new friends via the phone - specifically the 911 operator while they try to figure out where you went in the snowstorm.

Gemini

Yes, we know, your outfit says much about who you are, but even retro couture won’t glam-up those highly unattractive sweat rings. No one really wants to see you in an outfit that looks like a disco club threw-up in Walmart. Do us all a favour and go straight into the shower with that outfit on and wash it. If it disintegrates and flows down the drain, you shouldn’t have been wearing it anyway.

Cancer

Your sign is a Six and a Nine - so you have this weird duality going on with you. Yes, you ARE smart, but there’s no reason to be annoying about it. If you’re THAT smart, why aren’t you smart enough to know that you’re pissing people off around you? See? Duality.

Leo

Think your secrets are well hidden? They’re not. You’ve just surrounded yourself with people who are either too nice to say anything, or who haven’t picked up on your humble-brags yet. Remember the I.T. Mantra: All Is Known.

Virgo

If you find yourself sweatin’ like a lobbyist in church, take your clothes off and sell your body instead of your soul. Remember - Sex Work Is Still Work and you can work from home if you really want to. Just keep in mind when school lets out early for the little ones. No one likes a stream that cuts out just at the good parts.

Libra

More than any other sign, you are at the greatest risk of swamp ass. So do what any smart person would do - build a fire in your living room and stick your ass towards it.

Scorpio

The Libras in your life just started a fire in their living room. Go join them and enjoy the time together. You, them, and the firefighters who had to come put out the fire in the living room because your Libra friends are too dumn to know not to start a fire on a carpet. Aren’t you glad you aren’t a firefighter now? 

Sagittarius

The equilibrium of Saturn’s seventh moon alignment with Pluto puts the sun in your water axis this week. Meaning you’re about to have a fire call to put out at some dumb Libra’s house. Remember to compliment the carpet when you’re done - and that Scorpio friend of theirs might be up for upgrading to a new friendship. Replacing the compressed air in your tank with chloroform would be a great ice-breaker when they ask to try it out.

Capricorn

You and your partner won't agree on a pet matter this week. Expect a third party will be needed to break the deadlock. Wait until the end of the week, preferably Sunday, to make your absolute final decision. But a word of advice from us: Catfish don’t like catnip or laser pointers, domesticated cats don’t breathe underwater, and neither are easy to flush down the toilet when they die…. Just sayin’.

Aquarius

You are “Brooding Emotion” incarnate. One minute you're up, the next you're down, the next you've shot your favorite TV weathercaster in the forehead, "just 'cuz.". Stop holding grudges about that snowstorm that never actually happened and instead be grateful the most dangerous gun you have is a NERF. It’s less expensive on your TV purchasing budget that way.

Pisces

You’d like to think that you’re a half-and half mixture of Socrates and Michelangelo, but in reality it's more like Prince and Bea Arthur. This week holds a lot of things for you, but… well, why spoil the surprise? You like surprises anyway. We can give you a hint, though…. all those hints you’ve been dropping about what you want for your birthday this year? Yeah…. Nobody cares.

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Located 97 kilometres, north of the Brisbane Mooloolaba, a coastal suburb on the Sunshine Coast is also a famous tourist resort town in Queensland.

Marvelous Mooloolaba is a home where one can fulfil their dreams of a beach holiday. All you could perhaps imagine in a coastline holiday is right there at your finger-tips. The Suburb is a beach vacation bliss for sure.

Mooloolaba Beach

Mooloolaba Beach has been included in top ten Beaches by numerous popular travel sites for the last two years and is still running and it is not tough to imagine why. White sands, clean waters and a calm beach break make this region of beach one of the finest places in Sunshine Coast to ground your sand sunshade and get little vitamin sea. 

Start the morning at the Coast and then wander to the Laneways' exciting restaurant band for dining, or camp out beneath your umbrella in a soothing after lunch snooze. You can swim, sleep, eat, and repeat on the entire holiday.

Seaside Morning Walks

Seaside strolls are a sunrise ritual for citizens on the Sunshine Coast, tourist can also have the same experience, so get up timely to go a nearby beach on your holiday. You can watch the dawn break above Mooloolaba Beach when you move in the direction of Alexandra Headland by a relaxed twenty-minute walk to reach the most #instalove spots on the Sunshine Coast.

After a little walk, you will reach at Cotton Tree, to see the beautiful spot where the river touches the ocean. Have a morning coffee from the Alex Heads Surf Club on the return and finish your wander with a swim in the beach before taking breakfast of super goodness food at Acai Brothers.

Dining

Many dining spots are hotting-up in Mooloolaba. On First Avenue find the Tapas Bar and Backlane Bar that makes a buzz among the locals. The Dock Restaurant, in the recently refurbished The Wharf Mooloolaba water side centre, is on every food lover’s hit list. Mooloolaba is definitely no odder to the finest dining as it includes Spice Bar with delicious Asian- fusion cuisine. 

Just down the Boardwalk is Pizzaria and Augello's Ristorante that holds the award for Best Pizza in World in the year 2017. Three Little Stones a small cafe with a status of generous serves of mouth-watering, locally-obtained fare and outstanding coffee. Even after all these options, you can visit The Boathouse Restaurant, which offers full day dining in Mooloolaba Surf Club where you can select from club masterpieces to mod-Oz creations

Shopping

Vintage and fine jewellery shopping lovers will be obsessed with the beautiful variety of vintage chic ornaments at Avenue J Couture beneath Mantra Zanzibar on the Boardwalk. The place is home to source some eternal bling or holiday token, select from pearl ‘bow’ rings to Edwardian diamond and art deco diamond earrings. 

The Mooloolaba Esplanade also includes a thrilling shopping by the sea, where you can purchase the lot from beach towels to stylish label dresses, and the hottest beachwear and art masterpieces.