#galanos

[featherstonevintage]

Galanos 1984 S/S Black Lace & Silk Chiffon Balloon Sleeve Evening Gown

[jacquesdemys]

Harper’s Bazaar December 1970. Dress by James Galanos, photographed by Neal Barr.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue May 1974

Charly Stember wears short-sleeved crepe de chine pyjamas, from Galanos, in brown and beige printed silk with a matching long fringed scarf to wrap the throat. Pajamas, in Etro-Yves Gonnet fabric.

Charly Stember porte un pyjama en crêpe de Chine à manches courtes, de chez Galanos, en soie imprimée marron et beige avec une longue écharpe à franges assortie pour envelopper la gorge. Pyjama, en tissu Etro-Yves Gonnet.

Photo Mike Reinhardt vogue archive

[nitebloomingcereus]

[lookingbackatfashionhistory]

• Day Dress.

Designer: James Galanos

Date : ca. 1956

Medium: Silk faille

[l3r40l]

renovation at the base

[kitsunetsuki]

Guy Bourdin - Dresses by James Galanos (Vogue Paris 1983)

[mazmerized]

3/6 of my oc's full body refs!

Left to right order is - Dion, Zuraina, and Phineas!

I haven't done the other 3 yet but i will soon :3 everyone's getting hit w the redesign button again heehee

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Jacket by James Galanos, 1967, USA.

[digitalfountains]

Guadi Galano by John Joseph Estevez

[darkjakkus]

really hope Kure and Glaz have some kind of interaction in twin shells 🙏🙏

[bemybaebaebae]

Juan Carlos Galano

[gracie-bird]

The dress Marée Rambo Pamp wore at the wedding celebrations of Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier of Monaco. it was designed by James Galanos.

Gift of Mrs Rambo to The Philadelphia Museum of Art in 1997.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue May 1, 1957

Anne St. Marie wears a dress steeped in romance – black silk, printed with improbably sized red roses. Her little top passes behind a cloud of black muslin; her skirt is long and measures six and a half meters around. Also in the shadows: the diamond and pearl necklace worn under the muslin. Galanos dress, in Staron fabric. Jewelry by David Webb. Hairdresser, Jean Bernard.

Anne St. Marie porte une robe imprégnée de romance – en soie noire, imprimée de roses rouges de taille improbable. Son petit haut passe derrière un nuage de mousseline noire ; sa jupe est longue et mesure six mètres et demi de tour. Également dans l'ombre : le collier de diamants et de perles porté sous la mousseline. Robe de Galanos, en tissu Staron . Bijoux de David Webb. Coiffure, Jean Bernard.

Photo Karen Radkai vogue archive

[adreciclarte4]

James Galanos by Richard Avedon, 1975

[darkthingshappen]

Lives Beyond the Void

This is a Christmas gift to @quietly-by-myself. We may have something in the works coming up with both our characters, but I have a few more reveals on my end before we start posting. (Sorry my stories are so long winded. LOL)

Content Warnings for recovering characters and mentions of human trafficking

Thanks to @oddsconvert for her quick on the spot beta and pep talk.

Sacha smiled excitedly as he stared around the clean open space of Cyril’s new home.  It wasn’t a cabin, but it was still homey.  He liked that Cyril had a place so close to his own.  It had been about six months since they came back here to Sacha’s hometown.  It was Spring, and Cyril’s little garden outside the window was in full bloom.  It made both of them happy.  Sacha was happy that Cyril hadn’t had to leave his hobby behind, and Cyril was happy to have things blooming again.  

“Sacha, it’s so nice for you to stop by.  What is this all about?”

Cyril’s comment was almost funny.  Sacha ‘stopped by’ on most days.  If it wasn’t here at Cyril’s little house, then it was at the clinic where he practiced.  They both grinned at each other.  

“Well… it’s April… and I heard it was someone’s birthday,” Sacha’s voice was quiet, as usual, but his eyes were playful. 

Cyril groaned.  “Sacha, I don't want anyone knowing or making a big deal out of this.  Please?  I just want to keep it quiet.  I don’t like a fuss.”  He stopped and looked at Sacha, really registering the look in his eyes.  Sacha was up to something.  He was never this excited.  “You told your mom didn’t you?”

Sacha beamed.  “Dinner’s at six.  She has a cake.  I’m supposed to invite you.  But also, I got you this.”  Sacha handed Cyril a small wrapped box.

“Sacha… you didn’t have to get me anything.  You know that.” Cyril says.  

“You saved me.  You brought me home.  A birthday present is… is small.” Sacha could give Cyril the world and it would still never be enough to measure up to what he gave him. The air he breathes and the words he speaks are all thanks to Cyril. Cyril saved his life and soul.

“We’ve been over this.  You saved me too.”  Cyril pulled Sacha into a hug, touching their foreheads together.  “My brother.”

“Brother,” Sacha repeated in complete contentment and agreement.  Sacha pulled back and looked at him.  “Now go on, open it.”

“Is this why you wanted me to go sailing with you today?”

Sacha nodded with a happy grin on his face.  “Can’t have you working on your birthday.”

Cyril laughed at the almost mischievous grin on Sacha’s face.  

The two of them spent the whole day out on the water in the April sunshine, the wind blowing their hair, the water spraying with every rise and fall of the boat.  

Cyril felt years younger as he watched Sacha.  He still stumbled over his words from time to time and he still didn’t like to say a lot of things unless they were worth saying, but here, on the water.  Here Sacha was free.  It was almost as if the past few years hadn’t touched him.  Almost.  He explained the rules for sailing, talked about the different parts of the boat and how to work each and every one of them.  He was born to be on the water.  That much was evident.  

It was the best birthday Cyril had ever had.  The gifts didn’t matter, but seeing Sacha so carefree and happy was more valuable than anything anyone could ever purchase him.  

When they docked the boat on the little pier near Sacha’s house, his words grew less once again.  On land Sacha had to face everything that he’d been through.  He had to face his family and their constant worry for him.  Cyril wished there was a way to help him ease back into his life a bit better.  

Cyril took him to equine therapy.  He was in counseling.  They were working well, but Sacha was still having difficulty.  Human trafficking was often in the forefront of the news.  It was something both of them were keenly aware of.  There were others out there just like Sacha.  And many were not so lucky.  

Cyril helped Sacha secure the boat to the dock and then they headed for Sacha’s home.  It wasn’t far.  

Sacha’s parents did most of the talking at dinner.  It was a lovely meal, soup.  Sacha insisted that he helped and Cyril smiled when his mother agreed that he’d been a big help.  It was a fantastic end to the best birthday ever.  

*!*!*!*!*

Cyril was in his office, on a rare break, reflecting on his move to this small town from his isolated cabin in the woods.  It had been scary at first, getting back into medicine.  But people here needed his help.  They needed him.  He’d kept his word and accepted medicaid.  He really felt like his return to medicine was making a huge difference.  That was a big surprise to him.  A pleasant one.  He still got nervous.  He had not had to treat any overdoses yet, but he knew that the longer he stayed and practiced, that it would come up eventually.  

But if Sacha could come home and face all his fears, get into therapy, then Cyril could do it too.  

There was a soft knock at his door.  His nurse opened the door.  “There's a guy out here that wants to put up some fliers for some trafficking support group?  Apparently they have a guest speaker coming.”

“That’s fine.  I know that’s a big problem around these parts.  He can put up the fliers.”

She smiled at him and nodded her acknowledgement before quietly shutting the door again.  

Cyril worked the rest of the afternoon.  Sacha had come and had lunch with him.  It was a simple quiet life here.  He was… happy?  He was happy.  He was actually enjoying life again.  And he had a family that loved him.  He had a brother.  

Cyril would do anything to help Sacha feel the same way, like the world was a safe place for him.  He just didn’t know what else to do.  Cyril sighed as he shut off the lights in his office and headed for the door.  

As he moved through the small waiting room, a neon green flier caught his eye.  It was neatly taped to the window of the check-in counter.  

Trafficking Survivors Support Group.  Meets on the first Monday of the month in the general community center.  Our next meeting will feature international trafficking survivor Ben Adkins who has graciously agreed to come to our meeting to share his story of survival and resilience in the face of horrible circumstances beyond his control.  Guests are welcome and there is no charge for this event.  

Cyril pulled his phone out and snapped a picture of the flier.  Maybe that was the missing piece.  Maybe what Sacha needed was to hear about someone else’s survival.  Perhaps that would help.  If he didn’t see himself as being alone.  If he was able to talk to someone else like him.  

Cyril slipped his phone back into his pocket, the tiny handmade goldfish keychain that Sacha made him for his birthday grazing his fingers.  It was just like the bigger one he’d gotten at Christmas, but smaller.  One he could always have to remind him of the family he now belonged to.  

Cyril smiled to himself as he walked out the door.  He walked to his car thinking about how to couch the idea.  When he was in his car, he pulled his phone back out and glanced at the picture of the flier.  He read through it carefully and then dialed Sacha.  

“Hey, listen, would you mind coming to dinner at my house tomorrow night?  I have something I want to talk to you about…”

Sacha and Cyril's Tags list: @whumpsday, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @pigeonwhumps, @darkthingshappen, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @darlingwhump, @maracujatangerine, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @flowersarefreetherapy, @octopus-reactivated, @quietshae, @whump-blog, @inkkswhumpandstuff, @whumpycries, @whumpkinz, @roblingoblin285

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