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[mensunderwearfan]

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[fayewonglibrary]

52-year-old Faye Wong: still the fashionable heavenly queen who never places herself above common mortals (2021)

By Katherine Ho

Faye Wong, music's heavenly queen of a generation, celebrates her 52nd birthday this year! Although she is over half a century old, there's no trace of time on Faye Wong's face, and she even officially became the global spokesperson of Helena Rubinstein in 2019.  Around that same time, it was announced by the well-known Taiwanese agent Chiu Li-Kwan that Faye Wong would release a new album, which made fans ecstatic. Although we don't know the exact date of Faye Wong's music comeback, we might as well review the past covers of Faye Wong's many classic albums.

Heavenly queen of a generation Faye Wong dominated the entire Chinese music industry with her ethereal and clear voice. Her beautiful voice captivated many fans. Once her singing talent as the "Little Teresa Teng" was discovered, she officially debuted in Hong Kong with her first album "Wong Jing Man", and then "Fragile Woman" and "No Regrets" became popular songs.  In 1996, she was recognized as a pop diva by Time magazine. In 2000, she won the Guinness World Record for "Best Selling Canto-pop Female Artist", demonstrating that the queen's status is irreplaceable.

Faye Wong’s styling is even more impressive. In addition to wearing simple and high-end designs for the mainland variety show "Phantacity", she also wore private custom designs by the queen's stylist Tiki Kwan that implemented Faye Wong’s chic and comfortable image and personality. In the past, there was no style that Faye Wong could not dominate. From Comme des Garcons, Helmut Lang, Dries van Noten, to Ann Demeulemeester, Maison Margiela, and even to the niche brand Jurgi Persoons, their unique and creative designs were natural to her temperament and created an avant-garde and bold fashion style.

In 2020, Faye Wong attended Helena Rubinstein's event in Shanghai and announced that she would become the brand’s spokesperson. She displayed Baotou style, but in fact, this style was not new to her. She has tried this style in past concerts and it was still elegant and fashionable.

In the 2018 Spring Festival Gala, she and Na Ying sang "The Years" on the same stage 20 years later. She wore a lavender dress with vintage gloves. The style cannot help but be reminiscent of the 1994 film "Chungking Express" directed by Wong Kar Wai. Faye Wong with a fresh short haircut and gloves secretly cleaned Tony Leung’s apartment. From cool and skinny sunglass, to the avant-garde see-through plastic dress with crop top and briefs, to Marjan Pejovski's Bjork collection, to Phoebe Philo's minimalist style Céline, she is completely unpredictable and her languid straightforward personality and temperament are fully interpreted.

NEIWAI, endorsed by Faye Wong, is a Chinese underwear brand founded in Shanghai in 2012. The founder Liu Xiaolu focuses on creating a comfortable lifestyle around underwear, adhering to the belief of "being free for both body and mind". Its products range from underwear and has expanded to lounge wear, sportswear and home accessories. The simple style is very prominent.

In order to create a more intellectual and refined sense of luxury, NEIWAI has recently invited Queen Faye Wong to become the global spokesperson, allowing the brand to enter the sights of more people.

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SOURCE: VOGUE HONG KONG // TRANSLATED BY: FAYE WONG FUZAO

[hailtheheroes]

× WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

Hay and sweat and Pokemon fur, usually. Though when she’s fresh out of the shower and hasn’t worked that day, she wears vanilla scented lotion or melon body spray.

× HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE/SHOWER? ANY HABITS?

She takes a shower after every shift, usually in the small stand-up shower in the far back of the Day-care facility. She doesn’t really have any habits other than blow-drying and combing her hair after shower to try and tame some of the waviness of it before tying it up in her iconic pigtails.

× DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

Her ears are pierced but she has no tattoos at the moment. She wants one, but is afraid her grandparents won’t approve. She would probably get something like a Ho-oh outline on her ankle.

× ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS? ( E.G. KNEE SHAKES? )

She scratches her arms or the back of her neck when she’s embarrassed or nervous about something. She often wiggles her toes to the beats of songs and, although it’s usually involuntary, she will clench or shift her jaw to rhythmic things (music included) if there’s no other outlet for her keep in time with it.

× WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN? UNDERWEAR OR PJS?

A white spaghetti strap top and sleep pants

× WHAT’S THEIR FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING?

Her hat, of course!~

× HOW DO THEY SLEEP? POSITION?

Like a baby most nights considering all the hard work involved in her day job. Usually with both arms wrapped around a medium-sized plushie (or one of her Pokemon), on her side, with her legs tucked against her abdomen.

× WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE?

Pretty rough! Her hands are worn from helping build and patch fences, getting scratched or kicked or bitten by Pokemon, and from climbing and exploring all over Ilex Forest and the paths between New Bark Town and Goldenrod City.

Tagging: @pumpkaboospiced @unovasrose @fieldknowledge @toxicdogars @leafingmymark @saviorofsinnoh

[executive-geneticist]

× WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

It varies. At his best, he smells like Comme de Garcons Blue Incense cologne. At his worst, he smells of blood and sweat, perhaps a little dirt. When he’s working in the labs, it’s almost always alcohol, formaldehyde, and other various strongly odorous cleaning or antiseptic fluids.

× HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE/SHOWER? ANY HABITS?

He bathes at least once a day, though it’s usually only to wash his skin at the end of a difficult day. He washes and conditions his hair every two days. He does enjoy a bath when things are especially stressful or he’s sore from an intense workout.

× DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

He has no piercings to speak of, but he does have one tattoo on the inside of his right forearm.

× ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS? ( E.G. KNEE SHAKES? )

He taps things when he’s impatient or uncomfortable. His foot, a pen, his fingers against his hip.

× WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN? UNDERWEAR OR PJS?

Black boxers or briefs and rarely anything else.

× WHAT’S THEIR FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING?

Most likely it’s his lab coat. He feels the most comfortable when he’s working in the labs and wearing it means things are at least at ease enough for him to have time to work.

× HOW DO THEY SLEEP? POSITION?

Quite well, in fact, considering the blood on his hands. He doesn’t suffer from nightmares or anxieties about his misdeeds, though he does occasionally have dreams/nightmares of failure and abandonment. He sleeps stretched out on his side, preferably with his arm around someone.

× WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE?

Warm, mostly smooth. He has callouses on the pinky’s edge of his palm and between his thumb and forefinger, but if his palm is spread open enough, it isn’t noticeable by anyone he touches. He has scattered scars from scratches or chemical burns, but they’re very minor.

Tagging: Anyone who’d be interested in stealing it from me.

[nylonshortslover44]

Fabio by Karim Konrad – Garcon Model underwear and swimwear

[menandunderwear]

Model and gym instructor Carson Twitchell photographed by Bradley French posing in briefs by Garcon Model. See more: http://www.menandunderwear.com/2019/03/carson-twitchell-photographed-by-bradley-french-garcon-model-underwear.html

[arrowvengerhawkeye]

Once in A Lifetime

Summary: Normal, Clint decided a long time ago, is the wrong word to use when trying to describe his unbelievably out-of-wack life. Normal people don't have almost superhuman aim. Normal people don't have an assassin best friend to fit their own assassin lifestyle. Normal people don't run away from a shitty home life to a circus that specializes in crime. Normal people certainly don't jump across rooftops fighting evil forces with a ragtag group of Superheroes put together by a secret agency that employs his previously stated assassin lifestyle. If he was any other person he'd think it sad that being abducted from his top-notch security home was just another run-of-the-mill operation for him. Being who he is, however, he's just annoyed at the fact that he's not alone in his oh so graceful kidnapping and his partner, in this case, isn't someone who would be useful in the situation. No, it just happens to be Tony fucking Stark.

Great job Barton, let's see how this one turns out.

Pairings: IronHawk/ Clint x Tony

Warning(s)-- for entire story: PTSD, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Torture (emotional and physical), graphic depictions of violence

AO3 

For @garcon-amoureux-rouge

Clint heaves a sigh for what feels like the millionth time that morning alone, bare chest glistening from a sheen of water. He stares himself in the eyes, the edges of the mirror still fogged from the scalding shower he’d just taken, and refuses to blink. His worn down reflection glared back with familiar cold and steely silver eyes but a part of him still expected them to fade into an almost glowing electric cerulean. Calloused fingers flexed, gripping the sides of the porcelain sink and he watched as his arms flexed and his muscles tensed. His eyes trailed along the skin of his arms and glanced at the exposed flesh of his chest. He took in every scar despite having memorized the intricate map they’d carved into his body. Some marks were ugly and knotted, raised and still pink in places despite being years old like the puckered wound on his shoulder that throbbed during especially cold winters. Others were thin, white, little things that one could overlook as if they were but an accidental slip of hand while shaving. Not him though, no, not Clint. He knew every scar, every mark, and he remembered every story no matter how old or how gruesome; he remembered.

With a shake of his head he snapped himself from his thoughts and pushed himself away from the sink. It was one of those days where he woke up feeling off. A spark of discontent in his chest from the moment he woke up and old memories from however long ago haunting him at the edge of his thoughts. Usually Natasha would be there to snap him out of it and bring him back, stage him and his mind in a reality he couldn’t ignore, but she wasn’t here right now. She was on an uncover mission in a classified location (classified meaning she told him the moment she knew), gathering intel and had been for almost a week now. They’d both known he was long overdue for one of these contemplative remembrance spells-- he refused to call them existential-- but neither of them mentioned it. He was a big boy, he could take care of himself.

He left the bathroom without a second glance at the mirror, unease blooming in his stomach at the idea of looking at himself again and possibly glancing at a blue that had only ever truly been there once. He made quick work of getting dressed, feeling goosebumps rise on his naked skin as he left the heat of the bathroom and entered the air conditioned bedroom attached. He grabbed the underwear laid on top of the clothes set out on his already pristinely made bed and tugged them on before sliding on the dark jeans underneath. He kept his room almost outrageously cold, the AC almost always running even in the winter months, but it was an odd comfort for him that no one questioned and Natasha understood. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his socks followed quickly by his oldest pair of steel-toed combat boots, S.H.I.E.L.D issue and practically falling apart but simultaneously comfortable and practical thanks to their worn down state and constant use. He could already feel the warmth seeping back into his skin, cloth soaking up any remainder of water left on his body. With yet another sigh he grabbed the shirt from his designated clothing pile, black and short-sleeved, and tugged it on over his head before stretching out an arm to grab the multipurpose hearing aids settled on his nightstand so he could put them in.

Dressed enough to be decent with recently activated hearing Clint leaned back and fell onto the mattress, folding his arms comfortably underneath his head and staring at the high ceiling for a moment. He just needed to take a moment to take a breath. Not too long ago he was practically living on the Helicarrier with a rogue, run-down apartment he hadn’t spent any time in before Lucky, who had now been snuck into the tower with promise from J.A.R.V.I.S of telling no one. Now he lived on his own floor, with almost complete privacy if he so desired, in a tower filled with superheroes on a team he was a part of. It was a drastic change, going from unknown assassin to hidden Avenger. It was only thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D that his and Natasha’s faces were almost entirely undisclosed so they could continue their more stealth based line of work. It was an interesting life, certainly, but it was a good one. Clint thought it suited him well.

“Agent Barton,” JARVIS’, no one referred to the A.I like the acronym he was, it just felt wrong, voice springing to life without so much as a whir, “It is approaching six a.m.” The A.I reported dutifully in his ever-so-polite British accent. Clint always wondered why JARVIS had such an accent but he’d never actually gotten around to asking the resident genius. Maybe if he got the chance today, before he forgot once again thanks to the interesting quality of their lives.

“Thank you, JARVIS.” Clint responded, pushing himself up and snatching the old leather jacket laying next to him and standing as he shrugged it on. Clint had a rule to be out of his room on weekends by o’ six hundred on the dot so he could hit the communal kitchen before anyone else was awake, except Natasha, and get a head start on the day. None of them used their personal kitchens anyway. He wasn’t used to sleeping a lot, always something to do or missions to finish so it worked out for him. He had to stay on his toes, never too comfortable and always alert.

“Of course, Agent Barton.” JARVIS assured, leaving Clint to only the near silent hum of the air conditioning. When he opened the door leading from the room portion of his floor a golden lump laying in front of his door like a roadblock hopped up and immediately began darting around his feet, practically falling against his legs.

Clint snorted and kneeled, smiling like a mad man as he ran his fingers through the dark caramel fur of the retriever and ruffling the mound of fluff as he scratched behind the dog’s floppy ears. Lucky blinked his single big brown eye at Clint and let out a soft whine before butting his head against the archer’s slowing hands, tail wagging a mile a minute when the man continued scratching with vigor. Clint laughed, tilting Lucky’s head up and gently bumping their foreheads together, “I’m sorry buddy,” he said with a particularly aggressive shake of the dog’s ruff, “I passed out as soon as I got back and I guess I didn’t notice you weren’t in the room with me.” Was it weird Clint took Lucky’s onslaught of slobbery licks as a reassurance? Probably, but Clint wasn’t really a normal guy anyway.

The dog, seeming to accept Clint’s apology without fault, turned and bolted excitedly down the small corridor leading to the large open space of the floor complete with living area and attached open kitchen along with more closets then any single person should need. Lucky made a b-line for the two dog bowls against the base of the breakfast bar separating said kitchen from said living area and gave Clint this sad, pleading look that only a dog could give. It didn’t matter how well fed Lucky was or how long ago the dog had eaten, one look at that superb little face and Clint would give Lucky anything. Natasha found it both adorable and pathetic how easily he could withstand various torture methods and then turn around and cave instantly at any mutt’s begging.

He agreed wholeheartedly, but he’d never tell her that.

Clint was quick to fill Lucky’s bowl with dog food before filling a stray cup with water from the fridge and tipping off the water dish. Lucky dug into the kibble like he was starving, tail swaying lazily as Clint ran a steady hand down the length of his spine. It was top of the line food, real meat and everything. Not Clint’s choice, but JARVIS had insisted that Tony said he’d care for their needs and that included, apparently, feeding his secret pet. It’s not like Tony would notice the charge of dog food on his receipts and JARVIS was sworn to secrecy so there was no reason to decline the offer. That means that Lucky was now eating better than he ever had, but if Clint was being honest the dog still had a diet mostly consisting of Pizza.

“Alright Luck, I’ll be back.” Clint gave the shaggy retriever one last affectionate scratch, “You and I both know the best coffee pot is on the communal level so you’ll have to eat alone today.” Lucky lifted his muzzle from the bowl for a moment and looked at Clint before turning back and lapping up some of the water. Clint huffed out an amused breath and stood, making for the elevator next to the door leading to the stairs with a vague wave towards the audibly crunching Lucky signifying the dog once again eating away.

The trip down to the communal levels was short and sweet, the elevator sliding down without interruption as usual and opening to the familiar setting of the neutral zone. What wasn’t familiar was the sight of Tony Stark lounging on one of the couches looking for the most part asleep. If Clint was Clint he would’ve bought it.

“So, where are the others?” Clint asked as he exited the elevator, making a b-line for the kitchen to his right and grabbing the pot from the coffee machine. He took a swig from the almost empty container and turned to look over the breakfast bar at the figure of Tony Stark taking up the length of the couch. He knew, of course, where Natasha was, and Thor was off with his girlfriend somewhere, but Steve and Banner had still been in the tower when he’d retreated to his floor the night before. Usually, Clint could here Steve getting ready this early and Banner was usually wherever Stark was. Considering Stark was here and he hadn’t heard Steve preparing for his morning run, the two weren’t around.

Stark grunted, removing the arm that was tossed carelessly over his eyes to tilt his head up and glare at Clint, “It’s too early for questions, come back later.” The arm was then re-situated over Tony’s face and the genius made a show of tilting his entire body away from the kitchen and therefore the archer inside.

“It’s no one’s fault but yours that you didn’t sleep last night, Stark,” Clint downed the rest of the pot and slid it back onto its stand before opening the fridge and grabbing an apple from the lower drawer. “JARVIS, can you tell me where Steve and Banner are?” He requested, taking a loud bite from the fruit in his hand and relishing in the way Tony cringed from his place in the room over.

“Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner were called away to S.H.I.E.L.D at exactly four-thirty a.m, Agent Barton.” JARVIS’ soothing British tone filtered down from the ceiling, “And may I apologize for Sir’s behavior, he may have ingested too much alcohol for a normal night.” Clint raised an eyebrow, gazing at the billionaire almost expectantly waiting for the man to dignify the A.I’s confession with some snarky response. Instead, all Clint heard was an oddly dejected sigh.

Clint pushed away from the fridge and took another, much quieter, bite of his apple. He looked Tony over but there was nothing new to see, the man just looked exhausted. Maybe the exhaustion just ran a lot deeper than Clint first suspected. “Are you hungover?” he questioned, eyes narrowing when Tony huffed. “Am I gonna have to ask the A.I again?”

“What do you think, Hawk-ass?” Tony tried to sound casual but the words came out strained through clenched teeth.

Clint hummed softly, if only to prove that he hadn’t left while Tony wasn’t looking, and strode silently towards the couch and crossed him arms. He looked back on the last couple days trying to determine if anything had been amiss but Tony hadn’t been any extravagant kind of self-destructive recently and Clint had never been fooled by the man’s masks before. So he lifted himself carefully onto the back of the couch, skillfully unnoticed and balanced, and sat back on his haunches on the the spine. Just watching Tony now was like watching a star implode in slow motion, it was like with every breath the billionaire’s skin grew paler and his hands more clammy. He rested his arms on his knees simply for the illusion of being casual and tilted his head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. Tony startled at his sudden close proximity, flailing in attempt to keep his over-the-top reaction from landing him on the floor. He gripped the dark cushions to keep himself steady and glared at Clint with frightened brown eyes. But it was more than that, there was something more than basic surprise in those eyes. There was something that made Tony afraid lingering in the back of those eyes. Clint felt himself tensing, shoulders squaring, and the urge to clench his jaw and grind his teeth snuck up on him. It’s not an unusual feeling, a kind of primal protectiveness that came with who he was and the shit he’s been through. The unusual part was that it was directed towards Tony, of all people.

“I need to get you and Romanoff bells,” Tony insisted, falling back against the arm of the couch as his heart ceased racing. It wasn’t the first time Tony’s said something like that and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last, but the genius never acted on it. Besides, they’d just take off any jingling bobbles anyway.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Clint rumbled, voice low and cautious but tinted with the underlying concern he felt bubbling up inside of him. The look on Tony’s face and the way the man held himself made it very clear to Clint he was dealing with a wild animal.

“Not important-” Tony tried to deflect. Always deflecting; always hiding.

“Very important,” Clint interrupted gruffly, glaring daggers at the man and daring the brunette to argue. Tony, against all odds, obeyed. That was setting off even more alarms in Clint’s head. Tony never backed down on the opportunity to argue it out with him, usually a battle of wit and snark between the two. Clint’s never seen Tony be so compliant without so much as a comeback. So Clint sighed again, rolling his shoulders and doing his best to release the tension that coiled his muscles tight. He was getting tired of sighing so much. “Look, Tony, we’re on a team together and against popular belief I do give a shit about the people I work with. So can you stop bullshitting me for like fifteen minutes and tell me what’s wrong?” Not his best motivational speech by a long shot, but perhaps it’ll do.

Tony stared at him. He stared hard and long and kept his face as neutral and blank as an expressive guy like Tony could. If Clint was anyone else he wouldn’t be able to read the emotions that continued to explode in brown orbs, he wouldn’t have been able to see the pain and fear and wariness. He was shocked to see the inkling of hope, the slight dilation fighting against the fight or flight response ticking like a time bomb inside Tony’s head. Clint didn’t break eye contact and let his face relax, hoping the protective fire that shone in him was at least somewhat visible to the billionaire. He wanted Tony to know he was serious. That he wasn’t just fucking with him. He knew he could very well say it out loud if need be, but he wasn’t the best with words at the best of times let alone on one of his very own off days.

For a moment the two of them seemed locked in their own little psychic match of tug-o-war. Trying to prove which one of them had a higher will power and see which one of them would walk away first. Tony’s expression became more and more calculating as the seconds ticked by and slowly but surely the steel left his features. The world decided it was Tony’s turn to sigh, for which Clint was thankful, and the Stark practically melted into the cushions of the expensive furniture. Those haunted eyes stared at the ceiling now but to Clint it seemed more like Tony was gazing through it, off into a reality that only he could see. They were silent for a few moments more. Clint was content to wait.

“Do you know how I got this?” Tony finally broke the silence, raising an arm from where it had landed thrown over his stomach to tap the reactor in his chest. The room was filled with a soft tink tink as Tony’s nail clinked against the metal skeleton.

Another beat of silence.

“Afghanistan. A man named Yinsen helped you make it.” Clint answered in a quiet tone, not quite a whisper but a voice clearly trying not to disturb the atmosphere. Clint remembered the files perfectly, any important information he had access to regarding his team- friends- was knowledge he made himself well-acquainted with. “I’m sorry, for what happened.” He added distractedly, as an afterthought. Tony seemed shocked by the words, eyeing him carefully before returning his gaze to where it still stared through the ceiling.

“It was the first time something like that happened to me,” Tony confessed. Another beat of silence, “Guess my irresistible charm couldn’t resist the bad guys for long.” The man joked, pathetic smile pulling at chapped lips. Clint gave Tony his best unimpressed look but the flimsy smile didn’t fall. Vaguely, Clint wondered if Tony knew he’d never fallen for any of the facades the other man had ever put on. “Thing is, something like that just doesn’t leave you alone.”

Clint hummed. Turning his gaze from Tony and deciding it was time for him to stare through something. He met his own eyes in the reflection of the dark screen of the T.V and barely restrained his physical flinch, hands clenching tightly into fists where they hung between his legs, toes curling within the confines of his boots. His own gaze became unfocused, blurring the figure perching on the couch in the reflection. Clint almost thought there was a flash of blue.

“Yeah,” He muttered, low and dark and distracted. He heard Tony shift below him and he could practically see the curious expression on the man, eyes glinting with a need to know. Curiosity killed the cat, Bruce would say. Satisfaction brought it back, Stark would shoot back with that certain careless ease he was known for. Forcing himself back into the present, Clint turned to meet Tony’s eyes for the third time that night, “Somethings will haunt you. For the rest of your life, even, but you aren’t going to get better internalizing it.”

The staring started up, again, eyes locked in that same tug-o-war. It seemed gentler this time though. It was more like a battle of who deserved comfort. Who was worthy of both of their attention. Tony’s chocolate irises were glazed over with a wet sheen and the fear had retreated in Clint’s presence. It gave the archer a brutal sense of satisfaction knowing he’d chased away the bad things. They were filled with more of that spark of hope that he’d thought he’d seen earlier. The curiosity had replaced the wariness, a distraction Tony had so clearly welcomed. Clint was sure he didn’t fair much better, his brief eye contact with himself for the second time that day had left him feeling vulnerable and he was certain he was looking at Tony with a fondness and need that usually only Natasha was privy to. He was too relieved not to be alone on a day as bad as this one was turning out to be to not feel the desire to be close to Tony. Tony was a good distraction. He was an attention seeker, even when he wasn’t intentionally screaming “Look at me!” If Clint had to focus on Tony, he didn’t have to focus on himself.

They came to a crossroad in their little battle, breaking away and looking their own separate ways once again. Clint hung his head for a moment, glaring at the fists still clenched between his knees. With one more sigh he stood, watching as Tony looked at him alarmed as if he was going to leave, and proceeded to kick Tony’s legs off the end of the couch.

Tony squawked, offended beyond belief at the assault, but he didn’t fight as Clint lowered himself onto the now available cushion. Tony huffed, pouting the the only way he knew how (meaning: over the top) before he laid his legs over Clint’s lap. It was clear the man expected to be shoved away, but Clint just smirked at him and rested his arms on the man’s shins. Tony sputtered; Clint chuckled. The contact was nice, though, and oddly enough he didn’t feel invaded by Tony’s touch. It was warm and gentle, heavier than Natasha’s comforting hands and larger than her soothingly familiar weight, but it was nice. Maybe he didn’t have to deal with a bad day on his own, maybe he could use someone else on the team as a Plan B for when ‘Tasha was gone. Maybe he had more options.

Tony scoffed, drawing Clint’s attention again, but smirked back after getting over the shock of the assassin’s compliance to his utter ridiculousness.

“Movie?” Clint suggested.

Tony eyed him for another moment, something on his face that Clint didn’t bother to read. It wasn’t scrutinizing and it made the ever-so-distracting curiosity flare. Distraction is what they needed. He could handle a little not knowing.

Another beat of silence.

“Hell yeah.” Tony smiled, snatching the remote off the glass coffee table and turning on the T.V. He winced subtly at the bright light the screen shone directly into his eyes. Clint restrained from laughing, aware the man likely had a nice headache from his hangover and he didn’t want to ruin this moment seeing as he didn’t know if there would ever be another one like it.

“JARVIS, can you dim the T.V brightness?” Clint asked smugly.

“Of course, Agent Barton.” The T.V dimmed accordingly and Tony sagged further into the cushions.

“Thanks, Legolas.” He smirked.

“Anytime, Tin Can.” Clint gave his best smile back.

[gregorio-okabayashi]

Model: Thomas Keal By: Brian Jamie For: Garcon Model Underwear sporting black brief #4

[freyatallantfashion2]

Logo Research

In order to create our own logos for our own brands we were asked to pick out 6 different logos from already existing brands and analyse them.

For my first logo i chose Alexander Mcqueens logo. I specifically like the Alexander McQueen logo as it is simple and clear this shows that the brand is bold and also very professional. The small detail of the C being inside the Q is why I like it as it isn’t too complicated and it looks very effective as it draws your attention to it. I also like how it is just his name that is used in a bold font and capital letters as it shows originality.

The second logo I chose was Calvin Klein as it is seen on T-shirts and underwear all over the world. Calvin Klein also has a simple logo like Alexandra McQueen and it is also very effective as even though it is just the initials everyone knows what it stands for and it is very memorable. The logo is very elegant and it gives a fresh feel to the brand. I believe that the brand is so popular as it isn’t directed to a specific gender.

The third logo I chose was Come De Garcon which is French for like some boys. It was designed in the late 60s by a Japanese designer who was inspired by a song called ‘all the boys and girls’ and was designed as a sign, symbol and and a feeling, I believe that this logo is inspiring as it has a special story behind it. I really like this logo as it is bright and stands out from others. Although the logo is memorable it doesn’t include the name so people may recognise the logo but not the name.

My fourth logo is the iconic Levi’s logo. The badge that we all know today was created in 1969 and it includes a red background with white writing. All the letters in the logo are in capitals apart from the e which was done to confirm the company’s new logo as other brands started to copy them as the brand got bigger. I really like this logo as it is iconic and well known to all genders.

The filth logo I chose was the Burberry logo. This includes a horse rider carrying a shield which reflects pride and purity. It is all black which reflects elegance and also shows the strength of Burberrys products. I like this story as it has a great meaning which people can get behind and it has very effective detail on it.

The final logo I chose is the Kappa logo. This logo also has a very inspiring message behind as it is a man and a woman leaning against each other to represent the equality of men and women. It was also created by accident during a photo shoot. I love how different this logo is and it shows that the brand is more playful and relaxed rather than it being sophisticated and professional.

[theyreallbi]

List of all songs used in my bi playlists

Songs under the cut

Bi as All Hell

I’m Coming Out - Diana Ross

Bi-Coastal - Peter Allen

A.C.D.C - Joan Jett

Bi - Living Color

I U She - Peaches

The Captain America Theme Song (60′s cartoon)

Bye Bye Bye - N’Sync

Kiss That Boy - Leah Zicari

This Door Swings Both Ways - Herman’s Hermits

Look Like That - The Violent Femmes

I Do Both Jay and Jane - DJ Irene

Dean’s Theme (Supernatural)

Best of Both Worlds - Miley Cyrus

Bi as All Hell 2: Electric Boogaloo

Which Way Do You Go - Paxton

Coming Clean - Green Day

Girls/Girls/Boys - Panic! At the Disco

Scar - Missy Higgins

Double Your Chance for a Date - Sta-Prest

Loki’s Lie - Patrick Doyle

The Last Word - Tom Robinson

Taint Nobodies Business if I Do - Bessie Smith

Water in My Eyes - Man From Delmonte

She Was My Baby Last Night - Candye Kane

Mama’s Got a Girlfriend Now - Ben Harper

Another Love - Stories

The Final Musical Cue from The Legend of Korra

Bi as Hell 3: Bi Drift

Bi - Alicia Champion

Pretty Boys and Pretty Girls - Book of Love

Getting Bi - Peter Gardner

Lover I Don’t Have to Love - Bright Eyes

To Bi or Not to Bi - Ysa Ferrer

I Like Dick and Jane - Laya Fisher

In and Out - Ani DiFranco

Boygirl - Tom Robinson

Bi&Hell

Bi - Alizee

Billy Brown - Mika

More Lives Than One - Tom Robinson

Rosa o Clavel - Franco de Vita

Love Like Winter - AFI

The Middle - Edie Carey

The Naughty Song - Cory Lee

Not Myself Tonight - Christina Aguilera

Sissy Man Blues - Kokomo Arnold

Bi Five

I Like it Both Ways - Supernaut

Best of Both Worlds - Robert Palmer

Noise Annoys - Buzzcocks

Loves Me Not - t.A.T.u

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Take Me on the Floor - The Veronicas

Girls & Boys(Ode to Ed Wood) - Jack Lukeman

I am BISEXUAL Hardstyle - No clue

Chanel - Frank Ocean

What’s Wrong (Original Bisexual Wizard Rock) - Tianna and the Cliffhangers

Bisexual Military - Hypnotic Clambake

Bi as Hell 6

(I’m Your) AC/DC Man - Gotham

Algebra - Loeki Knol

My Bride - Robin Renee

Cool for the Summer - Demi Lovato

Underwear - The Magnetic Fields

Fille ou Garcon - Mutine

Chicks and Dicks - Junior Senior

A.C.D.C - Sweet

Hold Each Other - A Great Big World

The Bisexual Song (Not the Eric Idle Song) - Glen Callender

My Wife Left Me for My Girlfriend - Bellamy Brothers

Follow Your Arrow - Kacey Musgraves

Bi - Astyplaz

Bi 7

3eme Sexe - Indochine

Hot Boy Hot Girl - Lene Alexandra

Pink and Blues - Karen Hellyer

Poker Face - Lady Gaga

I Like a Boy in Uniform - The Pipettes

Pretty Persuasion - R.E.M.

Tonight’s the Night - Janet Jackson

Automatic Strokes - The Strokes

LGBT - cupcakKe

Sexuality - Billy Bragg

The Bisexual Song - Isabelle Murphy

Nao Estou Bem Certa Em - Marina Lima

The Bi of the Hell

The Bisexual Song - happilyeverayanna

I Can Have Both - Morrissey

Baby Blue - Joan Jett

Like Me - Chely Wright

For Our Elegant Castle - of Montreal

In This Moment - Natural Born Sinner

I’m Still Me - LameLifeofKelsey

Sexx Dreams - Lady Gaga

Bonnie and Clyde - Vermillion Lies

Meninos E Meninas - Legiao Urbana

Going Down - Watsky

Girls and Boys - Blur

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Research after analysis/ feedback

After I analysed my mood boards and received feedback from tutors, I decided to complete some research inspired by the feedback. I a going to look into designer who have created work that links to chosen them trend of cyborg punk. From this I can gain inspiration and knowledge about my own trend, which means my mood  boards and look book will visually represent my trend to a greater degree.

Comme Des Gascon

Original named Rei Kawakahubo, the founder of the company, originates from Tokyo Japan. In 1973 she established her business, Comme Des Garcon, translated '' like the boys''. Initially starting as a heavy denim brand, she then presented her first collection Tokyo. The exhibition success, allowed Kawakahubo to open her first boutique. Branding out Kawakahubo created a menswear collection in 1974 with much success.

Collections

Fall 2016

In this collection Garcon said she was trying to portray punks in the 18th century. The structural elements of the garments provide a mechanical appearance which contrast with the softness of the multiple flowered fabrics. The blocked silhouette distorts the figure making it more robotic than human. What Iam going to take from this collection is the structural elements of the garment, as it will really benefit my portrayal of people mixing with machinery.

Fall 2006 ready to wear

From this collection I was inspired by the patterns and silhouette. The use of the tartan as an element of my look book will allow me to withhold the original punk aesthetic without it being lost with the technological enhancements.  I am also going to use the tight fitted style as its similar to the fit of latex, this will allow me to create a clear image of the silhouettes that appear in my trend.

Maison Margiela Fall 2006

While in the process of choosing my colour palette, I was initially inspired by this collection. I was going to create a colour palette around neons. But after seeing this collections I have decided to incorporate pastels with neon as I believe the outcomes are successful. As well as colours I love the accessories of the garments such as the helps and the face veils, as it provides a futuristic appearance.

Spring 2006 Couture

Through this collection I was inspired by what shapes could appear in my look book. I love the concept of over sized gowns and edgy underwear. When shapes have been experimented, developing unique garments that reflect the punk attitude of no rules. This is beneficial to my trend as I want to create a renewal of point and to do this I need elements of the original punk aesthetic.

(Images found at: Vogue.com)