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[luvhughes43]

what's in my au girls bags:

blake hughes:

bag: YSL le 5 à 7 supple Large in smooth leather

everything from blakes bag, to her sunglasses, and other items are really expensive/designer because when u give a 15 year old thousands (lowkey a million) dollars from prize / sponsorship money u know shes going to go a little crazy! but she takes care of her things and shes had them for awhile so she deserves it <3

xanax pill box: to hold all her meds/birth control when shes out and about! she has a panic disorder and so she's on xanax for that, and then she's on anti-depressants (?), and she has her birth control.

journal: therapist recommended

yellow smily face ball: stress ball for anxiety

jewelry because she's a little disorganized and definitely has random hoops floating around her bag + her fav bracelet

rosemary:

bag: coach tabby shoulder bag (it was a gift from her mom for her uni graduation)

a book of japanese short stories for when shes out and has free time

AirPods of course

mini marc jacobs daisy perfume + lip balms

a granola bar which quinn eats every single time!

journalist au! mom

bag: wandler (idk the specific bag)

her bag is filled to the brim because shes a busy woman! she also def comes from money and so she has expensive things (how else would she live alone in a nyc apartment so close to everything)

laptop, phone, portable charger, laptop charger: for work but also the portable charger because shes afraid her phone will die when somebody needs to contact her about leighton!

makeup: she 100% does her makeup in her car before walking into work. shes busy in the mornings and doesnt usually have a lot of time.

water bottle: hydrated queen

baby stuff: to keep leighton occupied + clean

mama drysdale (lila au)

bag: polo (?) ralph lauren tote

flyers pacifier (so cute omfg) for baby noah + toys and teddys for both kids when theyre out and need distracting.

glossier makeup bag + makeup: she has to take both small kids grocery shopping alone when jamies gone and the kids are super young so she mentally prepares herself for shopping by doing her makeup in the car before they go in & while both kids are calm

everything else is self explainitory

inez zegras

bag: prada black re-nylon backpack (trevor bought this for her during his all designer phase)

umich hat: its lukes that she stole!

brow gel: she takes her brows SERIOUSLY. brow gel in her bag, brow gel at her house, brow gel in the car... its serious business.

then school supplies because she's a student ! (what major do u think she is? i feel like we talked about this before but i dont remember at all)

hope u guys liked this😁💗

[chantsdemarins]

🥵"Find Tom" (Part 1)

(Tom Hiddleston X Reader)

Well, I wasn't going to write another Tom fic, but I am weak. This one is honorary for the 14 Days of Valentine's Day Community project from @muddyorbsblr

It’s suggestive in Part 1, things heat up in Part 2

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(New art too!)

Sea Ranch, CA Sometime after the era fondly referred to as "Peak Tom"

The path back to his weekend rental was winding, to say the least.

Coastal sage and nubby coyote bush snagged the transparent black nylons you put on at the last minute when your winter skin looked a little too ashy for an evening event at Sea Ranch amongst the Bay Area’s artsy crowd. Your hand glided down to touch the plants along the escarpment, pulling a sprig off one of the branches with a gentle tug. Holding it to your nose and inhaling the scent, mixed with the salt misting up from the ocean below, it feels like velvet air coursing through your lungs.

You are climbing now, and you imagine by the time you get to the top of the cliff, your breath will be dangerously close to being lost. You were correct.

The view that opens before you, even in the moonless night, is more incredible than anything you could remember seeing of late. He’s way off in front of you, nervously plodding-perhaps to get inside the thick redwood doors and clean up quickly before welcoming you in. You can barely see the outline of his suit, his shoulder blades, noble triangles against the lithe of his tall frame.

He’s left a light on inside, as he nervously opens the door the light hits his face. It’s a relief to see him after what felt like 30 minutes trekking through the California coastline in borrowed Prada flats. From your side of the window, he’s impossibly handsome, untouchable. The window feels like a metaphor.

How you managed to get an interview with him at this hour, after an overly festive San Francisco film festival party, was a mystery, but he agreed when you took the chance. You’d been eyeing him all night, the last person you expected to be there, and the most interesting.

Only hours before, you’d quietly moved to the deck of the main Sea Ranch house, holding your cell phone to the pristine glittery night sky, searching for a signal to rejuvenate your bad cell service. You Googled “Tom Hiddleston” just to be sure it wasn’t Michael Fassbender.

Then when you heard someone say his name, you were clear, it was him.

It was unlike you to invite yourself into the conversation he was already having with a keen-eyed group of Brits across the room, stationed next to a looming Peter Doig painting and a roaring fire, but you did. Making a joke, dropping your cocktail napkin in your nervousness. When he picked it up mid-sentence and handed it back to you, eyes meeting yours, you knew. You waited a few moments but then told him who you were, the beat you were covering for the impossibly small publication you just started writing for. You were way in over your head.

Maybe you should have covered the state fair first, not the San Francisco film festival post-screening events. The roar of crashing waves just outside the sheer wall of glass was unnerving. You flagged down one of the servers and had another caramel-colored Manhattan with one of those big ice cubes that obscure the actual amount of alcohol. Tom did the same, eyes never leaving you.

He made a joke about the event planners saving money with the big ice cubes, “a deliberate act of malice” he said. By midnight you’d managed to find a cozy red, mostly ornamental couch, with cushions seemingly filled with lead, one shift too many caused Tom to say it first. To ask where you were staying.

You weren’t. That was the thing.

You were going to drive back to ennui filled Napa in the wee morning hours, with the marine layer locked in place, a challenge even for the sober. Which you clearly were not.

*Tom would later correct your pronunciation of ‘ennui’ when you used it in conversation, this may or may not have created a small pause in kinetic flow between you.

He offered for you to have some tea (or coffee because you were American, he promised he drank entirely too much coffee and was an honorary American because of it). He offered to be interviewed in his weekend cliff-facing Bill Turnbull masterpiece.

He was effulgent in his offering. So much so that you worried about how he seemed determined to make a good impression on you, a stranger with no obvious pedigree to situate yourself in a status of his interest.

You made your way inside, and you were right-he is nervously cleaning up. He’d been there for less than 24 hours and somehow managed to leave his running clothes, cliff bar wrappers, and socks all over the front room. He mentions jet lag, and delayed flights on the usually reliable British Airways.

You spy at least 25 pretzel packages on the quartz counter, and you ask Tom if those were from his flight. He gives a “ehehehehehheehe” laugh and says the flight staff was worried because he didn’t like the in-flight meal.

Of course, you asked what it was, how could you not.

It turns out it was beef bourgeon with Yukon potatoes. Tom explains the ‘why’ behind his reluctance to eat the meal, but you are simply not listening anymore. You are caught up in your own anxiety. He smells like blood orange and lilac with cedar. He smells like fancy architecture. He explains the house he is staying in with precise detail, he’s giving a dissertation on the Sea Ranch movement of the 70s but you hear approximately every other word. You are caught up in little visual details between the words you hear.

The way he seems different than the man you had watched on the San Diego Comic-Con reels, the impossibly linguistically delightful rhetorician of arcane theses. His mind accosts you, but his energy seems stuck in his head. It’s unnerving.

You wonder if he is even aware of his body, your body-or how you both are sitting now on the hastily cleaned up front room couch, bare feet accidently touching in thoughtless intervals. He is still beautiful but different, something has changed. You admittedly hadn’t kept up with his work, you were essentially a Marvel adjacent fan at best, and your previous amateur journalism beat was not entertainment, or the arts beat, it was tech.

There is an old wooden clock on the wall and the hourly bell strikes pausing you both, it’s 2:00 am. You laugh to yourself when you realize it’s now February 14th. Not one for any commercialized sentimentality or strange Catholic holidays masquerading as innocuous celebrations of love, you wonder to yourself if they even celebrate Valentine’s Day in England.

You want to ask Tom, but you are careful right now, he’s overly generous and his ego seems hidden under his red beard.

He’s giving “wounded” but there’s still his gaze, his cerulean eyes are boring holes through you. His skin is too golden when spring is still a few months away, it contrasts against his button-down shirt which is unbuttoned quite far. His pants aren’t two sizes too small like you remember him wearing to press events before, but they are still tight, they hug his thighs like neoprene, they are too distracting, you can’t ask if they have Valentine’s Day in London. You’ve never even been to the UK. Your blank passport is a spectral vision hanging over your head, you are a ghost covered with a bedsheet.

You debate a few more long, ponderous minutes before you finally ask if they celebrate Valentine’s Day in England. Tom wonders why you are asking. You remind him-today is now Valentine's Day. He laughs and explains America is much more theatrical than England-Brits don’t fall for heart-shaped boxes of chocolate.

You say, “So what do you guys fall for then?”

“Intelligence.”

You die a little. That’s it. You’ll never get your interview questions out of your mouth, and you may want this to end romantically. Any warm-blooded human would-when faced with the charm of Tom Hiddleston-even if it’s slightly redacted. Even if it’s like the big monolith ice cubes from the party earlier, somehow obscuring the ingredients.

You also want to know more about why he seems so different. You pry a little, your intuition is good enough and you can tell something happened.

Maybe it was a love affair, maybe he’s got mental health issues, maybe it’s being too famous, too known. This level of celebrity and privilege is impossible for you to sort out logically. You’ll likely never know what it feels like to have the kind of money to do anything and everything you’d ever dreamed of doing, and the charisma to attract endless people to bed.

He’s not vapid, though. At least his persona isn’t. He should be but he just isn’t Hollywood. You feel accepted by him, although you wonder how true that is, how true it could be-he comes from a world of strict judgments attached to insane amounts of money. People get exactly what they want. He’s part of that beast. He knows it, but he seems so normal right now. He even says he hates LA. He will never live there.

As you keep talking, words are mixing. Which are your thoughts, and which are his? A prelude perhaps to how he is in bed, all-consuming, immersive. He pulls you in, and you feel invigorated and ready to be supine all at once. Your body slinks down the cushions until you both are sitting on the plush rug, backs against the bottom of the couch.

Tom stares at you with the intensity of an SLS rocket launcher (the knowledge of an SLS rocket launcher is the byproduct of your last beat before entertainment and after tech-military weaponry). He stares at you like he owns you. Like there’s a collar around your neck. You check for a second just to be sure, running your chrome-colored nails against your throat.

Maybe that’s what he is struggling with, having too much pleasure and too much happiness. He’s laying low, attending minuscule film festival after parties in Northern California. Talking to a woman like you at 2:30 am, you feel much like the high tide outside the endless glass windows, disoriented by the lack of the moon's influence.

You close your eyes for just a second, and you can hear his voice mixing with the waves, the alcohol you’ve consumed, and his generous pours of the local wines he was gifted from the nebulas of vintners at the party. He can’t take them back to London, so “we better drink up,” he laughs again, emptying the second bottle into your vintage glass.

Are you holding it from the stem or the cup? Your grip is too tight, you notice. You try and hold the glass with less pressure, but your hands are like talons. If you weren’t holding on to a wine glass, surely it would be Tom’s cock.

Which you had spied the last time he got up to grab another bottle of wine, his jacket tossed on the chair to reveal his form with even more clarity. Although you tried not to look, it was difficult to miss. You assumed he wasn’t even hard yet, too lost in conversation.

You pondered if this was his thing, hooking up casually. It wouldn’t be surprising, but he was just so nice and sincere in all his actions it was hard to sift out the carnal jock with rugby stories from college and pick-up games in his London neighborhood to the starry-eyed poet delivering such lines as:

"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”

By the time the last comp wine was consumed and the waves outside drifted back into low tide, you knew it was now or never.

He hadn’t touched you, not even tried; you were just left with the pleasurable burn from his boyfriend experience. You could feel the wheels turning in his mind. Perhaps he was wondering if he should be less caring, should you get too attached to his attention, his cerulean stare. He couldn’t be. Otherwise, it seemed, even if he put his acting skills to work on changing what appeared to be his perpetually endearing substrate.

He grabbed your wine glass from your hand, and you cautiously released it, wondering about your previous thought of what your hand would grab if it wasn’t a wine glass.

He gently placed his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed. Good god he smelled like heaven. Like signed contracts, like large claw foot bathtubs with a view of the Mediterranean Sea. He smelled like ginger and carrots and felt warm and hard simultaneously.

His skin was soft, but his features, like his triangle shoulder blades and his nose, were strong. They felt like swords piercing your skin. You were slayed by his bone structure even before he put his cock inside you.

You hoped it would be comfortably nestled between your legs by the time the sun began to rise over the luxuriant rock wall the house rested upon. Societal norms, class expectations, and personal relationships be damned. The wine and your own ennui fueled your longing for him—

Continue on to-

Part 2

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[sachinvsk]

The Women’s Bag Designs: From Classic to Contemporary

The overview provided on designs of women's bags has focused on major trends right from the classical period through to contemporary times. Here’s a look at how women’s bags have transformed from classic to contemporary:

Classic Reticules and Indispensables (18th-19th Centuries)

Design: Small, ornamental bags, usually embroidered, beaded, and made from sumptuous fabrics.

Features: Compact in size; most often carried at the belt or as part of the dress in more elaborate, fanciful costumes.

Example: The reticule of the 18th century, designed for evening wear.

Victorian Elegance (19th Century)

Design: More structured, often having a rigid frame and ornate clasps.

Features: These were bags made up of material like leather or velvet, with brilliant embellishments.

Example: Victorian-era handbags with intricate clasps and elegant, formal designs.

Flapper Clutches (1920s)

Design: Small bags carried in the hand with no straps, typically beaded, sequined, or in satin.

Features: Glamorous and only carried in the evenings.

Example: The classic beaded flapper clutch normally used with flapper dresses.

Post-War Glamour (1950s)

Design: Structured and sophisticated, in most cases made of leather or other fine fabrics.

Features: Characterized by elegance and refinement, with bags such as the Hermès Kelly.

Example: The Hermès Kelly bag, classic, timeless, and elegant.

Youth Culture and Experimentation (1960s - 1970s)

Design: Bright colors, bold patterns, experimental forms.

Features: Iconic designs like the Gucci Jackie bag, so characteristic of the eclectic style of that period.

Example: The Gucci Jackie bag, so recognizable by its curvy, hobo shape and gold hardware.

Logo Mania and Excess (1980s)

Design: Oversized, eye-catching bags with conspicuous logos and flashy trimmings.

Features: Branded visibility, over-indulgence.

Example: Michael Kors bags with bold logos; pure epitome of the era's extravagance.

Minimalism and Functionality 1990s - 2000s Design:

 Design: Clean lines and simplicity with a touch of practicality.

Features: Bags like Prada nylon tote, characterized by low-key style and durability.

Example: The Prada nylon tote exemplified a fusion of minimalism and functionality.

Innovation and Customization 2010s

Design: Innovative materials and technologies in bags.

Features: Customizable options, tech features—RFID-blocking, unique designs.

Example: The Mansur Gavriel bucket bag is known for its minimalism and the fact that it can be customized.

Sustainability and Ethical Fashion (2020s)

Design: Eco-friendly material and ethical production methods

Features: Versatile designs with sustainable material uses like vegan leather or recycled fabrics

Example: The Stella McCartney Falabella bag, constructed out of sustainable materials and mimicking sustainability.

Multifunctionality and Smart Designs (2020s - Present)

Design: Bags that combine style with practical, multifunctional features.

Features: Convertible straps, modular compartments, smart features.

Example: Tumi's Alpha Bravo bag was designed with multiple compartments and smart features to make traveling easier in the modern world.

Conclusion

From ornate reticules of the 18th century to today's multifunctional and sustainable designs, women's bags have certainly come a long way. Within every age is contained the taste, progress in technology, and shifts in society that signal the accessories not only serve to complement fashion but adapt to contemporary needs and values as well.

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[raymoses]

EP. 02 ㅡ Summer is Coming.

Raymond's summer outfit.

Prada | Re-Nylon Baseball Cap - Black

Adorned with the iconic enameled metal triangle logo, this baseball cap is made from Re-Nylon, a regenerated nylon yarn produced through a process of recycling and purifying plastics recovered from the ocean, as well as fishing nets and textile fibers.

Cartier | Ballon Bleu de Cartier Watch

with 40 mm, Manufacture mechanical movement with automatic winding, caliber 1847 MC. Steel case, fluted crown set with a synthetic cabochon-shaped spinel, silvered guilloché dial, blued-steel sword-shaped hands, sapphire crystal, steel interchangeable bracelet, calendar aperture at 3 o'clock. Thickness: 12.4 mm. Water-resistant up to 3 bar (approx. 30 meters/100 feet).

Cartier | Cartier d'Amour Ring

Is a round, delicate collection based on a reinterpretation of a 1938 model. The sparkle of each diamond in its closed setting is enhanced by the micro-paved belt that encircles it.

Polo Ralph Lauren | Polo Men's Long Sleeve Classic Oxford Shirt - Basic Blue

Classic Fit: Cut fuller through the chest, waist, and sleeve, with a lower armhole. Exquisite Embroidered Pony Accents Chest: The logo design is simple and classic, wearing our polo shirt will let you remain timeless and elegant. The shirt represents a way of life, tied to luxury, elegance, and refinement.

O.N.S Clothing | City Sling Bag - Black

With a utility feel strap and updated contemporary logo, this water repellent bag is sure to keep your belongings organized all day. Waterproof zipped compartments with front slip pocket featuring a hidden magnetic closure. Padded adjustable webbing strap with card pocket. This bag is 100% Nylon.

BIRKENSTOCK | Gizeh Oiled Leather - Blue

An all-time favorite with a heritage spin. Oiled nubuck leather lends a perfectly lived-in look to the iconic Gizeh sandal. Complete with classic BIRKENSTOCK design elements, like a contoured footbed for the ultimate in support.

Calvin Klein | Modern Cotton Strectch Tank Top - White

Super soft cotton stretch for breathable comfort. These Calvin Klein tank tops are designed with a scoopneck, a sleeveless cut and logo tape along the inner back neck, for classic styling.

THE RCVA | Week-end Stretch Chino Shorts - Black

THE RVCA Week-end Stretch Chino Short delivers clean lines, matched with comfortable stretch. Bringing together durable twill chino fabrication and timeless design, the men's stretch short features a slim, straight fit, topped with slash pocketing at the front and welt pocket at the back.

Seoul, June 30th

Raymond E. Moses.

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Unveiling the Timeless Charm: Exploring the Fascinating Histories of Vintage Handbag Brands

Introduction: Embark on a journey through time as we delve into the captivating histories of vintage handbag brands. From iconic fashion houses to cherished heritage labels, each brand has a story to tell, weaving a tapestry of style, craftsmanship, and legacy. Join us as we unlock the secrets behind these timeless treasures and discover the allure of vintage handbags.

Unraveling the Legacy of Vintage Handbag Brands: Vintage handbags have long been cherished as symbols of elegance and sophistication. From the sleek lines of Art Deco designs to the opulent embellishments of the Victorian era, each handbag tells a tale of its own. As we delve into the intriguing histories of vintage handbag brands, we uncover the passion and ingenuity that have shaped the fashion landscape for generations.

Chanel: No discussion of vintage handbags would be complete without mentioning Chanel. Founded by the visionary Coco Chanel in 1909, the brand revolutionized women's fashion with its timeless designs and innovative approach. From the iconic Chanel 2.55 to the timeless elegance of the Classic Flap Bag, Chanel handbags have become coveted collector's items, prized for their exquisite craftsmanship and enduring style.

Gucci: Synonymous with luxury and glamour, Gucci has been a trailblazer in the world of fashion since its inception in 1921. Founded by Guccio Gucci in Florence, Italy, the brand quickly gained a reputation for its impeccable craftsmanship and attention to detail. Vintage Gucci handbags, adorned with the iconic GG logo and signature horsebit hardware, continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts around the world, embodying the brand's timeless appeal.

Louis Vuitton: Founded in 1854 by Louis Vuitton, this legendary French fashion house has remained at the forefront of luxury fashion for over a century. Renowned for its distinctive monogram canvas and iconic Damier pattern, Louis Vuitton handbags are coveted by collectors for their unparalleled quality and craftsmanship. From the classic Speedy to the elegant Alma, each Louis Vuitton handbag is a testament to the brand's enduring legacy.

Hermes: With a heritage dating back to 1837, Hermes is synonymous with timeless elegance and impeccable craftsmanship. From the iconic Birkin to the coveted Kelly, Hermes handbags are revered for their exquisite quality and unparalleled attention to detail. Crafted by skilled artisans using the finest materials, Hermes handbags are not just accessories – they are works of art, cherished by collectors around the world.

Prada: Founded by Mario Prada in Milan, Italy, in 1913, Prada has become synonymous with modern luxury and understated elegance. Vintage Prada handbags, with their clean lines and minimalist aesthetic, are coveted by fashion enthusiasts for their timeless appeal and effortless sophistication. From the iconic nylon backpack to the sleek Galleria tote, Prada handbags exude timeless charm and understated glamour.

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