#junk couture

[powerlinevalleyy]

selected images from my "GLAMOUR." pinterest board

[kaluxsims]

High fashion can come from low places. In a style I like to think of as Nouveau Derelicte, I'm reimagining trash as couture. Those boots at the bottom of the pond, they were made for walking...the runway. I've paired them with @deedee-sims' conversion of EP09DungareesDenim for a look that's eye-catching and eco-friendly.

This is just the first slightly squishy step in a massive rebranding of kaluxsims to focus on reclaimed junk as designer gear.

Happy April Fool's Day! The download is no joke though. And there's more!

For the sporty types, I added the reclaimed boots to @mdpthatsme's conversion of the TS4BG fishing outfit. Catch and release? Try catch and WEAR!

Both the pants and outfit are AM only, with fat and preg morphs. Set as Everyday.

Download:

Dungarees: SFS or MediaFire Fishing: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @deedee-sims for 4t2 dungarees, @mdpthatsme for 4t2 fishing outfit

[enchanted-moura]

Pick a Dior Serum - How to find more inner peace?

Pile 1 - Plump Filler

Despair, poverty, sadness and hardship may have been something you've been experiencing for some time. You are only going to get out of this situation. The answer to a healing and slowly rebuilding is to tap into your magical side! Stop thinking that this reality is the only or even the one that has all the power, it is not. Sometimes our blockages and pain and come from such a deep internal place that all we can do is go to the root. Before you start casting spells of curiosity and enchantment, research spiritual work for healing, rebuilding self & coming out of dark situations. Painful situations and thoughts have to be replaced with beautiful and abundant ones. Have a look through this page for plenty of ways to add abundance to your life🛍️

Pile 2 - Glow Booster

You may have many fake friends and sneaky allies who may be disrupting your dazzling gorgeous lucky and abundant energy. You are my unique pile, intriguing, and alluring and that draws both beneficial and toxic people like moths to a flame. You have to be cautious of who you keep around you and why. What do you let influence you? What do you let have the final say in your life? Why are randoms more important to you than you? Check out my salt cleansing bath to get rid of all that energetic heaviness off your aura once you commit to getting rid of the junk! You can do this cleansing shower or bath surrounded by candles and listening to serene music, letting the stress wash away 🛁🎶

Pile 3 - Matte Maximizer

You are a sensual being! You are in a position where you are highly desired, coveted and wanted. You just have to believe it and start each and everyday with the notion that you are the most beautiful being ever! You shine the brightest,your vibrant energy is infectious and makes everyone around you feel like they're part of your fabulous, glittering world. So be sure to let yourself shine and paint the world with your unique glitz and glam! 💖

Pile 4 - Lift Sculptor

You may be at a crossroads in your love life juggling options, choices and love styles and preferences. This may be causing unnecessary stress so its time to make a decision. Love and Lust and Desire are all related so if you do not want something bad enough, you simply do not desire it and you cannot force chemistry, desire or even love. Tap into your inner Erotic Goddess and ask her what she desires from her relationships right now. Did she want to explore rotation dating? She looking for a sugar daddy? She wants to commit to a long term relationship? Is she ready for Marriage. Let go of the moralistic judgement and just feel. reflect, dream big, and sprinkle a little more clear love in your life. 🌌💖

Pile 5 - Redness Soother

My money pile, my investor barbies and future millionaires are listening to this. In the same way other piles may stress about friends and love, I feel that your financial life is causing a headache and great distress. You're glamorous af, your ideal closets are stocked with the latest bikinis, lace tops, chic skirts and couture, you desire for your home to have floating crystal chandeliers & fluffy plush carpets. You can have it all but you have to be cautious of your spending habits as well as certain career choices. Are you in the most optimal field for your financial well-being but also mental health? Are you happy in your line of work? Do you have any concrete tangible plans for your prosperity or just pipe dreams. Journal about this and see what you feel 💎👠

More pick a cards available on patreon - https://www.patreon.com/missCordoba 💗

[psychicreadsgirl]

Pick a Novel: Keywords/prominent themes in your life

Pick the novel that draws your attention the most. If you can't decide between two, then look at the 2 readings. This is a general reading, so not everything will apply. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't behind!

#1

Keywords: love, lust, passion, fun, temperament, cafe, sweet, bicycle, pen, books, music, loyalty, winter, sofa, furniture, thoughts, light, intuition, soulmate, art, obsidian, cake, carbonated water, skincare, socks, cooking

Celebrities/Public Figures: Audrey Hepburn, Min Yoongi, IU, Claude Monet, Angela Merkel, Andrew Carnegie, John Johnson, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Page, Howard Schultz, Sam Walton, Amancio Ortega, Queen Elizabeth I, Jane Austen, Jennie Kim

Countries: Italy, Canada, South Africa, Thailand, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Greece, Madagascar, Qatar, Sweden, Zambia, Taiwan, Solomon Islands

Numbers: 11, 1, 5, 9, 80, 888, 6

Brands: Hermes, Tiffany, Apple, Instagram, Taobao, Lamborghini, Deloitte, Microsoft, Chopard, Givenchy, Patek Phillipe, Chloe, Alaia, Kraft,

Kpop songs: Young Forever by BTS, Shine by PENTAGON, Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND, Run to You by DJ DOC, Love Lee by AKMU, Deja vu by TXT, Back Down by P1Harmony, Love shot by EXO

#2

Keywords: economy, job loss, new opportunities, play, drama, anger, frustration, lost, compass, computers, battery, feet, head, brain, summer, pearl, avocado, junk food, fried chicken, challenge, frugal

Celebrities/Public Figures: Grace Kelly, Billie Eilish, Keanu Reeves, Rosé, Jung Hoseok, Salma Hayek, Pablo Picasso, Princess Diana, Thomas Edison, Sergey Brin, Mary I, William Shakespeare, Lee Nayeon

Countries: New Zealand, USA, Maldives, Indonesia, United Kingdom, Venezuela, Lithuania, Nepal, Portugal, Poland, Lebanon, Mali, Netherlands

Numbers: 4, 99, 101, 33, 13, 14, 0

Brands: Masion Margiela, Amazon, facebook, Shein, PWC, Missoni, Moschino Couture, Toyota, citi bank, Chaumet, Polene, Pizza Hut,

Kpop songs: Love Dive by IVE, Shangri-la by VIXX, Sweety by Clazziquai, I NEED U by BTS, The Chaser by Infinite, Magnetic by ILLIT, My House by 2PM, ICY by ITZY

#3

Keywords: tales, gossip, lies, funny, movies, theatre, cell phone, cool, kpop, magenta, ancient, history, claws, cats, tiger, fall, jealousy, games, aquamarine, lemons, makeup, pencil, groceries

Celebrities/Public Figures: Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Morgan Freeman, Kim Seokjin, Jang Wonyoung, Matt Damon, Napoleon Bonaparte, Shinzo Abe, Steve Jobs, Voltaire, Kim Jisoo,

Countries: Ethiopia, France, Russia, Ireland, Argentina, Afghanistan, Libya, Rwanda, Nigeria, Pakistan, Morocco, Malta, Kazakhstan, Kenya, Iraq,

Numbers: 2, 7, 69, 25, 55, 79, 1182

Brands: Saint Laurent, miumiu, Starbucks, Mercedez-Benz, Nestle, Oracle, Tod's, Bulgari, Rolex, KFC, SUBWAY, Carrefour, Kellog's

Kpop songs: Supernova by aespa, Maestro by seventeen, Not by the moon by GOT7, Alone by Sistar, Hip by MAMAMOO, Good Day by IU, Bite Me by ENHYPEN, Work by ATEEZ, The Feels by TWICE

#4

Keywords: foreign, spicy, peppery, rice, no, objection, resistance, control, storms, thunderstorms, shower, tension, crush, pop, paper, mango, legs, fragrance, emerald, clothing rack, tomatoes, defeat,

Celebrities/Public Figures: Judy Garland, Margot Robbie, G-Dragon, Jeon Jungkook, Pharrell Williams, Emmanuel Macron, Bill Clinton, King Charles, Warren Buffet, Cleopatra, Kim Mingyu

Countries: South Korea, Philippines, Scotland, Spain, Albania, Guatemala, Malaysia, Iran, Romania, Honduras, Georgia, Croatia, Belgium, Czech Republic, Gambia, Guinea

Numbers: 31, 75, 412, 43, 486, 640

Brands: Chanel, Prada, Bentley, Gucci, Samsung, Disney, BMW, Hyundai, cisco, Van Cleefs & Arpels, Dior, Loro Piana, Shake Shack

Kpop songs: Gee by SNSD, If you by BIGBANG, Antifragile by LE SSERAFIM, Up and Down by EXID, OMG by NewJeans, Lion by (G)I-DLE, Hello by TREASURE,

#5

Keywords: death, mystery, mirror, reflection, shadow, black, grey, white, funeral, video, sprint, pool, gym, streets, metro, subway, chocolate, broken, knees, moon, ruby, surgery, teeth, race

Celebrities/Public Figures: Marilyn Monroe, Barack Obama, Kate Winslet, Kim Taehyung, Aamir Khan, Marie Antoinette, Elon Musk, Robert F Kennedy, Jeff Bezos, Richard Branson, Edward VIII, Charles Dickens, Abraham Lincoln, Park Bogum,

Countries: North Korea, China, Vietnam, Brazil, Bangladesh, Cambodia, Germany, India, Israel, Laos, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Congo, Cuba, Egypt, Mongolia

Numbers: 3, 97, 17, 19, 52, 98

Brands: Ralph Lauren, Celine, Ferrari, Huawei, Uber, intel, UPS, Calvin Klein, Piaget, Guerlain, Berluti, Pepsi, Cadbury

Kpop songs: Shut down by Blackpink, Seven by Jeon Jungkook, God's Menu by Stray Kids, Love Love Love by Epik High, Very Nice by SEVENTEEN, Birthday by Jeon Somi, Psycho by Red Velvet,

#6

Keywords: travel, toxic, break away, departure, memory, dreams, truth, unveil, diary, journal, coffee, jacket, shoes, hands, social media, news, competition, autumn, diamonds, electricity, TV, cheat, fashion

Celebrities/Public Figures: Jane Birkin, Kim Jiwon, Gigi Hadid, Charlize Theron, Park Jimin, Salman bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, Maximilien Robespierre, Bill Gates, Queen Elizabeth II, Vladimir Putin, Henry Ford, James Joyce, Lalisa Manobal

Countries: Japan, Australia, Mexico, Iceland, Finland, Eritrea, Ecuador, Costa Rica, Cyprus, Bolivia, Botswana, Bahamas,

Numbers: 8, 646, 152, 37, 49, 22

Brands: Louis Vuitton, Lexus, Tesla, Fendi, Walmart, Nike, Siemens, Google, Cartier, Burberry, Ferragamo, Burger King, Unilever

Kpop songs: ROCKSTAR by LISA, Cherry bomb by NCT 127, Move by Taemin, Dramarama by MONSTA X, Love Scenario by iKON, Get a Guitar by RIIZE, Replay by SHINee, Candy Sugar Pop by ASTRO, Mr. Simple by Super Junior

[huellitaa]

✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 bee's perfumerie

i think scent is definitely one of the most important parts of a glow up or daily routine or wtv of any kind, esp if ur super into physical touch like myself cuz its the first thing people smell when they hug u!! plus nobody likes feeling and smelling gross ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ spray, don't rub!

do not. rub in. the scent. it will not last long. no more. i do not care what your parents told you. It Does Not Last

👛𓂃 ࣪˖ not just the perfume!

to be smelling good, you need to make sure ur hygeine is on point and ur using all the basics, and a few extras if you can get ur hands on anything else. BO + perfume = disaster!

🐈‍⬛𓂃 ࣪˖ opposites do NOT necessarily attract!

layering and cohesiveness to some level is so important w scents!!!! otherwise ur gonna pile all of these lovely yet completely opposing fragrances on top of each other n its not gonna be very pleasant.

of course, experiment! these things are supposed to be fun! try to keep everything in a sort of cohesion with each other, i.e. super sweet, super fruity, and maybe just throw something in there that makes your scent more you! i.e., if you have a generally sweet theme with your scent profile, maybe you could throw something more cinnamony or pleasantly bitter in there! have fun with it! ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ eating right

so you hear this a lot, but it is really important; do not underestimate the importance of eating right! junk food n unhealthy food is yummy in moderation!

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ making it stick

something that helps me so much is adding vaseline or any type of cream, lotion, jelly, whatever onto the spot ur gonna spray before you spray it! it is SO effective and i literally cannot use perfume without doing this. pulse points in particular!

🐧𓂃 ࣪˖ general maintenance n consistency

make sure ur doing the basics all day long! topping up deodorant, perfume, especially in the summer! regular shower routine, etc, etc. be on your a game ! ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 where:

♡ on ur neck

♡ on ur wrists pulse points

♡ behind ur knees

♡ on ur inner elbow

♡ on ur ankles (so the scent travels up)

🗒🎀 note: more on this in the "resources" chapter at the end 💬🧁🧸

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 bee's favourites:

♡ jimmy choo, rose passion

okay jimmy choo perfumes are my favourite ever and this one in particular i got for my last birthday, and it smells absolutely divine oh my gosh ♡ it kind of reminds me of a more mature version of the avon far & away perfume (which i mention later on! ♡ 💬💝)

♡ miss dior (on special occasions)

♡ johnson's pomegranate and hibiscus body lotion

♡ vaseline cocoa body oil

so i generally like to have sweet, cocoa type of scents in any product i use, and yeah its a body oil but it smells SO good oh my gosh, n layered with similar scents its actually heavenly ♡

♡ avon far and away perfume

hands down the BEST perfume i have ever used. smells like a summer daydream ♡

♡ victoria's secret bare vanilla spray & shimmer lotion (especially when paired! ♡)

♡ skinnydip creamy vanilla body scrub ♡

literally the only body scrub i use 😓♡

♡ imperial leather rose milk & mallow body wash ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 recommendations:

PERFUME & SPRAYS

viva a la juicy, juicy couture (on my wishlist! ♡)

bodycology strawberry cheesecake spray (on my wishlist! ♡)

any ariana grande perfume ♡

sweet tooth (any variation), sabrina carpenter

miss so, twilight kiss (my favourite ♡)

body fantasies cupcake swirl

tubbees strawberry cheesecake eau de parfum (i dont care if its for kids!)

BODY PRODUCTS

kwailnara strawberry milk body lotion (on my wishlist! ♡)

eos shea better body lotion, vanilla cashmere (apparently super good? ♡)

any philosophy product ♡

skinny dip raspberry ripple body lotion (on my wishlist! ♡)

anything victoria's secret ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 resources:

[loveharlow]

dealer!reader

[ all dealer!reader content ]

pink blunts. bedazzled lighters. junk aesthetic. streetwear. tight on baggy girl. loves "gardening". bape. true religion. ed hardy. juicy couture. victoria secret. cute guns & pretty knives. $$$. endless tats. cutesy packaging. sticker hoarder. loud, bass-boosted music. face of an angel, attitude not so much (quite literally a devil in disguise). chaotic humor.

dealer!reader...who grew up mostly in foster care, bouncing from foster home to foster home, until her sister was able to take her in and lives in the same trailer park as barry, who doesn't like them

dealer!reader...who's older sister doesn't approve of her "side-hustle"

dealer!reader...who raised herself & grew up way too fast and feels overly independent & responsible for herself

dealer!reader...who has the cutest packaging & probably includes a small piece of candy

dealer!reader...who works as a waitress at the restaurant her sister bartends at as a cover

dealer!reader...who has the cutest keychain! (that also has bear mace and a pocket knife attached to it)

dealer!reader...who has a lot more influence within her drug circle than most realize

dealer!reader...who has no problem making her client favoritism towards jj known

[perfectlychaoticcupcake]

Chapter 1 of Frostheim Gossip Girl AU

Please don't have high expectations. This is the first time in about five to six years that I have actually managed to write.

I feel like I mellowed Kaito out. He seems to be OOC. Please let me know of any changes I can make as I'm working on chapters two and three. I tried my best to make MC as generic as possible, so I apologize if I made her in my own image too much.

My feet hurt. They’ve been scrunched in these cheap, black kitten heels for eight hours. I shouldn’t complain, though. The job market is… bleak… for lack of a better word, so I can suffer through the pain brought on by my uniform. I can’t deny the fact that my feet do hurt.

Accompanying these suede torture devices are nylon black tights that bunch at my waist, underneath my forest green flower-patterned knee-length dress. A heart-shaped diamond necklace is the only piece of jewelry I’m wearing. My hair is tied up into a half-up with a black bow and my ends curled. My makeup looks natural, and my nails are soft pink.

I’m currently walking to my destination a few blocks away from my job. I’m meeting up with someone, a man, this morning. I quickly pull out my phone to check the time. The lock screen reads a little after six and I pick up my pace to be on time.

I’ve only met this man a few times, mainly at social events a mutual friend host. Said mutual approached me two days ago, asking if I would like to join this man for breakfast. From what I’ve seen and heard, he seems to be decent, so I figured one date couldn’t hurt.

I never really cared enough to date before. Finding a partner, experiencing love, settling with someone were never interesting prospects to me. Growing up, no one was ever interested in me, either. I turned twenty-three recently and I wished for new opportunities and experiences when I blew out my candles, so I’m taking the chance. I reasoned to myself, asking: What’s the harm of sharing breakfast with someone new? I couldn’t answer myself properly.

Strangely enough, I’m not nervous. My heart is beating at its normal pace. The symptoms of nervousness such as clammy hands, sweaty pits, and butterflies are not present. I feel perfectly alright today. ‘This is a good sign’, I tell myself.

The town is starting to wake up. Vehicles are cruising past me heading to work, school, home. Flickering streetlights show me a clear sidewalk, keeping me mostly safe from the others. The wind is blowing towards me, tousling my curls. A car honking from a few feet behind me startled me, causing me to turn back suddenly. I don’t see anything happening, except for the sky beginning to turn blue.

Getting closer, the harsh lights of the ‘50s style diner illuminate the few cars parked outside. A strip of electric blue LEDs spans the crevices where the roof meets the outside walls, continuing around the building. A generic Amazon ‘Open’ sign hangs in the window to the right of the entrance door. On the outside, it is painted a boring cream color and there’s cracks in the concrete foundation. The yellow lines and handicap markings are faded, leaving behind residue. The big, circular sign displaying ‘Mystery Diner’ is missing a few lightbulbs, probably blown out by the recent storms.

My phone chiming from inside my black Juicy Couture shoulder bag breaks me from my stupor. I had to stop and dig it out since it somehow made its way to the bottom. Feeling it between my wallet and some other junk, I see it light up with a message notification.

‘I’m out front’, the screen reads. I squinted my eyes a little to find my reason for being out early. Once I catch sight of him, I step forward.

Standing to the side of the entrance, casting a shadow on the sidewalk, is my date. Ruffled blond hair guides my eyes to meet green ones. Freckles dot his cheeks, emphasizing a bashful smile. An attractive smile housing perfectly straight white teeth.

He has his right arm raised to wave me down and I see he’s wearing a comfortable outfit. A silver weather breaker is layered over a white hoodie with an unfamiliar blue logo. Black slacks and green tennis shoes cover his lower half. Small silver hoops and a ring on his left thumb completes his look.

“Hi, I’m MC”, I greet with a small smile once I reach him. “Hey, I’m Kaito”, he greeted back. “Let’s head inside.” Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me to enter first. “Thank you.”

“Just you two?” asked the man behind the counter. “Yes.”

“Great. Follow me.” The waiter who seemed close in age to me led us to a booth in front of the windows. He had messy brown hair and a resting bitch face, but I would to if I had to wear that blue and white striped top.

“How’s right here?” he sighed exasperatedly.

“Perfect thank you.”

“What would you like to drink?”

“Just water please.”

“Same here.”

“Okay.” He walked away quickly.

It was silent at our table for a few seconds before Kaito broke it.

“Sheesh what’s up with him.” He started flipping through the menu.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed I’m guessing.” I responded while also browsing.

“You didn’t wait long, did you?” I’d feel awful if I made him wait.

“No, no. I arrived a few minutes before you did. Did you walk far?” He asked me in concern as well.

“No, my work’s just down the street.” I pointed in that general direction.

“Yeah, you work at that new hotel, right? Frosthiem?”

“Yeah… how’d you know?” My eyebrows scrunched slightly together.

He went to answer when Ren, the waiter, set down our drinks.

“Know what you want?” He pulled a notepad and pen from his red apron.

We quickly chose something from the menu.

“I’ll have the veggie omelet please.” I shut my menu and set it down in front of Ren.

“Okay. And you?”

“I’ll have the pancake platter with bacon.”

“That’ll be out shortly.” Ren took the menus and shuffled away.

Another awkward silence ensued as we stared at each other.

“So…” I trailed off as I racked my brain for a conversation topic.

“So…” Kaito followed my lead. “Oh,” he perked up, “you asked me a question.”

“Yeah, I did.” I totally forgot.

“Anna mentioned it when she was telling me about you.” He started fiddling with the straw wrappers.

 “Anna talked about me?” I asked in slight surprise. “What did she say?” I sat up straighter.

“Just the basics, you know, name, age, and job. Why? Did you not want her to?”

“Oh, no. It’s just… she doesn’t like me that much.”

“Huh, that’s weird. She overheard Luca and I talking and joined in. You sure you two aren’t friends? She talked highly of you.”

“We’re just acquaintances.” I took a sip of my water.

Anna is the cousin of our mutual friend Luca, the one who set us up. I tried my best to connect with her since I was new and wanted some girlfriends, but she remained distant. She’s five foot seven with chestnut brown hair and complimentary brown eyes. She has beautiful pale, unscarred skin that puts me to shame. She’s more reserved than Luca, but from what I was told, she’s always been that way.

“Don’t worry, she’s not friends with me either.” He took a sip of his water, and I followed.

“She’s not? I figured she’d be since you’ve known them for a while.”

He shook his head. “No. I met Luca a couple months before you did actually.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded his head. “I was supposed to apply for your job, too.”

That took me by surprise. “Sorry for taking your job, I guess.” I scratched behind my head awkwardly.

He huffed a bit. “Nah, I didn’t want it.”

“Oh, okay. I won’t feel as bad then.” I trailed off.

“What else should we talk about?”

“Nice weather we’re having.” Ah, the age-old classic.

“A nice break from the thunderstorms. Although that wind is still harsh.”

“Did you get any damage? There were a bunch of shingles in my apartment’s parking lot after the big one on Tuesday.”

I shook my head. “Nah, just some branches and twigs that blew in. I honestly didn’t think the wind was that strong, but I was the images of that casino.”

“A couple of the lobby windows were blown out right? I don’t think it was the wind.”

“Why do you say that?” My glass is half empty at this point.

He leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice. “The owners of that casino are shady as hell. I hear they get up to all sorts of trouble, but they have a lawyer on payroll, so they get away with shit.”

I leaned closer as well. “Really? I’ve never been there.”

“I wouldn’t go near that place if I were you.”

“Have you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Have you been there before?”

“What? No! I don’t like those kinds of places at all.” My left eyebrow raised at his sudden high pitch.

“Look food’s here.”

Ren walked out carrying a red tray holding two white plates.

“Egg omelet?”

“Here.” I slightly raised my dominant hand.

Sitting in front of me was a standard dinner plate embellished with a classic omelet stuffed to the brim with cherry tomatoes, spinach and mushrooms. On the side were two pieces of toast.

“Pancake platter.”

Kaito’s plate had a couple of stacked pancakes, two bacon strips and two fried eggs. A syrup bottle was sat next to his plate as well.

“Enjoy...” Ren huffed and walked back to his spot behind his counter.

“Let’s eat.” Kaito and I picked up our forks and dug in.

I cut out a piece from one end of my omelet, gathering a perfect blend of egg and vegetables on my fork. Strings of melted cheese followed my fork into my awaiting mouth. Chewing carefully, I suddenly tasted some spices.

“This has a kick to it.” I said after I swallowed.

“Really?” Kaito had a slice of pancake on his fork.

“Hmm.” I nodded my head in response since I already had another mouth full. “You should try it.” I pushed my plate closer to him.

He quickly cut off another piece as I grabbed a piece of toast and some jam from the condiments rack by the windowsill.

“Wow.” He coughed a bit. “That is spicy. Good, but spicy.” He pushed his plate towards the middle of the table. “Wanna try mine?”

I never actually ate here before, so I shrugged my shoulders and cut a piece of pancake. Pure sugar interacted with my tastebuds causing me to drink some water. “That is sweet.”

He nodded his head in agreement.

Not much else happened during our meal. We ended up sharing, splitting our food equally between us. I much preferred the fried eggs over my omelet since it was cooked with a little bit of salt and pepper. The bacon wasn’t bad, just greasy like usual. The toast was a little burnt, but it softened after sitting with jam on it.

Kaito paid and tried to cheer Ren up with a joke, but it didn’t land. He just stared at us, so we hurried out of there. He didn’t have access to a car, but he was kind enough to walk me back to my apartment. To my surprise, he lives a couple blocks away from me, so we exchanged schedules to hang out sometime. I told him that I’m a homebody, so he can come over anytime.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face. I had a good time with Kaito and would like to go out again soon. Maybe I can have a relationship.

[witchesoz]

The Wicked Witches of the West (9)

There is only one direct adaptation of the novel-Wicked Witch who gained an autonomy and a fame able to rival with the MGM-Witch. I am speaking of course of the Wicked Witch of The Wiz: Evillene of the West.

Evillene gained life in the original 70s Detroit/Broadway musical "The Wiz", played by Mabel King. Already you had a VERY iconic outfit - a crazy hairdo like the Good Witches, but all dressed in black with violent red highlights (as opposed to the soft blue or pastel pink of the Good Witches) ; a large body highlighted by the equally large dress (which is quite interesting as the Wicked Witch of the West is VERY rarely depicted as fat), and of course the iconic eyes-on-the-chest symbolizing Evillene's constant surveillance over her enslaved subjects.

Later, this enormous stage success was adapted as a... divisive though cult movie, 1978's The Wiz in which Mabel King took back her role for the witch Evillene, but with quite a stylistic change. Instead of black, her dominant color became red. The aggressive, hostile makeup was replaced with caricatural prosthetics echoing the ones worn by Hamilton to deform her face as the Wicked Witch. The dress became a clunky accumulation and an overload of ornaments, reflecting Evillene's nature as a massively wealthy hoarder mixing riches with junk - see the caricatural headwear made of several crowns piled up together in a helmet. The choice of red was notably to clash with the outfit of the Good Witches, who both wore blue (blue and red being the two "dominant" colors on each side of the green of the Wizard, in the color spectrum).

Another important actress who embodied Evillene in her "early days" is Ella Mitchell - she first played the role after Mabel King, in the 1976 version of the show, and then took back the role for the 1984 and 1992 versions of the musical. Due to crossing over the decades, her Evillene went through various costumes. From one mimicking Mabel King's in the 70s, to her 80s outfit which had more of a "cute evil" thing going on - she still was an evil witch dressed in black and purple but was ornated with butterflies, snowflake-shaped flowers and other leafy, "natural" jewels - all the way to the 90s one where she had a more "stereotypical" children fiction witch look, with an abundance of bats, skulls, spiderwebs and other "Halloween-y" symbols on her costume.

I unfortunately cannot list all of the actresses of Evillene and productions of "The Wiz", because there's a very rich history in there - so I'll limit myself to two more examples.

On one side Mary J. Blige's portrayal of Evillene in "The Wiz Live!", which is another example of - yes I am still going on about it - the glamorization of the Wicked Witch of the West, as Evillene becomes a statuesque, dominating beauty and her dark, bizarre dress looks more like futuristic evil haute-couture.

On the other, Melody A. Betts in the recent 2024 production of "The Wiz". In this production all of the witches are dressed in various shades of yellow, but as opposed to the light and gold yellow of the Good Witches, Evillene's shades are darker yellow and a lot of oranges, reflecting a strong fire motif. You also note a shift in terms of style, as the witch has a more "proper upper-class lady caricature" vibe going on (the collar ornaments evoking a pearl necklace, the gloves, the hairdo).

[justforbooks]

Iris Apfel was finally recognised as a great, original fashion stylist in her 80s, when the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum in New York had a sudden gap in its 2005 exhibition schedule. Many curators knew Apfel, who has died aged 102, as a collector stashing away clothes, especially costume jewellery, both couture-high and street-market-low, so the institute asked to borrow some of her thousands of pieces.

When Apfel wore them herself, dozens at a time in ensembles collaged fresh daily, they had zingy pzazz, so she was invited to set up the displays. There was no publicity budget, and her name was modestly known only in the interior decor trade, yet the show, Rara Avis: Selections from the Iris Apfel Collection, became a huge success after visitors promoted it online. It toured other American museums, changing exhibits en route because Apfel wanted her stuff back so she could wear it.

Apfel’s grandfather had been a master tailor in Russia; her father, Samuel Barrel, supplied mirrors to smart decorators; her chic mother, Sadye (nee Asofsky), had a fashion shop. They lived out in rural Astoria, in the Queens borough of New York, where Iris was born.

As a child, her treat was a weekly subway trip to Manhattan to explore its shops, her favourites the junk emporia of Greenwich Village. She was short, plain and, until her teen years, plump, but she had style; and the owner of a Brooklyn department store picked her out of a crowd to tell her so. During the Depression all her family could sew, drape, glue, paint and otherwise create the look of a room, or a person, on a budget of cents – the best of educations.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women’s Wear Daily. Furniture and fabrics were in short supply during and after the second world war, and Iris began to earn by sourcing antiques and textiles; if she could not find it, she could make or fake it cheaply.

In 1948 she married Carl Apfel, and they became a decorating team: he had the head for business and she the eye. Unable to find cloth appropriate to a period decor, Iris adapted a design from an old piece and had it woven in a friend’s family mill; she and Carl then set up Old World Weavers in 1952, commissioning traditional makers around the globe.

Photographs and home-movie footage from the next four decades showed Apfel, adorned with elan, haggling for one-off items in souks, flea markets and bric-a-brac shops. She is the most decorative sight in each shot, her ensembles put together with complex cadenzas atop an underlying, tailored, structure– they are like jazz – not a statement, but a conversation.

Apfel was the last of those 20th-century fashion exotics who presented themselves as installations. Although she wore a priest’s warm tunic to the White House (President Richard Nixon underheated the place), plus armfuls of cheap African bracelets and thigh-high boots, she was not an exhibitionist like the Marchesa Casati, and, with her vaudevillian comic timing, was far funnier than the imperious Vogue editor Diana Vreeland.

Also, she never ever bought full-price: her many rails and under-the-bed suitcases of couture were sale-price samples, chosen for their cut, fabric, skilled craftwork and colour dazzle (“Colour can raise the dead”). She might wear them over thrift shop pyjamas, or under a Peking Opera costume, with hawsers of necklaces atop. Money could not buy personal style, she said, prettiness withered, beauty could corrode the soul. All that really mattered was “attitude, attitude, attitude”.

Old World Weavers discreetly refurbished the White House under nine presidents, as well as grand hotels and private houses, before the Apfels sold the company in 1992. They retired to a quiet life in their apartment on Park Avenue, New York, its decor an extension of Apfel’s outfits (bad garment choices were cut up for cushions), and in a Palm Beach holiday home where the Christmas decoration collection stayed up all year round, along with cuddly toys and museum-class folk art. Clothes shopping, and the improvisation of an outfit, became Apfel’s daily ritual, as cooking might be to a gourmet.

But after the Met show, and a book, Rare Bird of Fashion (2007), Apfel was back in as much full-time employment as she could manage in her 80s and 90s (she had a hip replacement because she fell after stepping on an Oscar de la Renta gown). She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant – superb on eye-glasses; she wore large, owl-like, frames to stylise her aged face into a witty, unchanging, cartoon.

She took seriously her responsibilities to fashion students on her course at the University of Texas, teaching them about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

Her career lasted – nothing was ever too late: in 2018, Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon, a book of memoir and sound style advice; in 2019, a contract with the model agency IMG; and last year, a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London. The documentarian Albert Maysles trailed her for Iris (2014), filming this “geriatric starlet” – her term – as she dealt drolly with new high-fashion friends, or laughed at an “Iris” Halloween costume (glasses, a ton of bangles).

She watched as a storage loft of her antique treasures was listed in lots for sale, and as white-gloved assistants from museums that had begged a bequest boxed up her garments; she still had, and wore, the shoes from her wedding. All things, she said, were only on loan in this world, even to collectors. The point was to enjoy them to the full before bidding them good-bye.

Carl died in 2015.

🔔 Iris Barrel Apfel, decorator and fashion stylist, born 29 August 1921; died 1 March 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[j0kers-light]

What about a Indian reader and She and Joker are eating Indian food and it’s jokers first time eating it????🩷

Hey hi anon!! This was buried in my emails (tumblr literally did not show it in my inbox! This dates back to Aug 30th!!!) 🖤✨

I probably have more requests than I think I do if I'm going by my email and not the blog ask box 😭 moving right along..... I'll panic on my own downtime.

Disclaimer: I’m not going to try and attempt to write about a culture I have no knowledge of. I’m so sorry anon in advance! I’m black, not Indian and I do not wish to disrespect your culture if I say something out of turn. I’ll try my best to fill your request but it’ll be surface level. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I did extensive research to fill this one!

Joker does not care what part of the world you hail from. You can be from Antarctica and he’d still love you. It’s your character that he’s head over heels for.

The way you carry yourself and the way you don’t put up with any of his nonsense. You aren’t afraid of him and you have patience that very few people possess. 

He understands there is a huuuuuge culture difference between the two of you and he will never get in the way of your traditional practices, teachings, etc.

If you do something out of the ordinary, he observes and files that information for a later date. He’s in awe most of the time whenever you introduce him to something and he never judges you. 

When you speak in your native tongue, (I used Hindi here- terribly sorry if the translation is horrendous) Joker is automatically hypnotized with heart eyes and a dopey smile. 👁👄👁 okay?

It sounds so enchanting to his ears and oftentimes he forgets you’re not talking directly to him. 

“Whatever ya say, Bunny.” cue you staring at Joker in confusion since he interrupted your phone call.

“Shh, J! मैं फोन पर बात कर रहा हूं” You could’ve called him an illiterate purple platypus for all he knows, but the idiot just nods along as if he understands. 

Has Joker fallen asleep to the sound of you talking in your native tongue? Yes, and he’ll do it again!

He hides and listens to you and your mother talk on the phone on some mornings when he can't sleep.

Your voice lulls him to sleep right there on the floor. You trip up on his slumbering body but pay him no mind as you start your house chores.

Moving on! He adores your traditional clothes!!

The rich colors, the detailed fabric and textures all come together to transform you into a living, breathing goddess.

You can make a trash bag look like high couture but the first time J saw you in a formal saree with beads and gold jewelry adorning your bronzed skin, his jaw fell to the floor.

He couldn’t think straight as you fixed your hair in the mirror as you prepared to leave. You were going to a wedding, Joker thought you were a deity walking on Earth.

Best believe Joker followed you without your knowledge so he could see the ceremony for himself and he was floored.

Everything was so beautiful and elaborate!! Even if he didn’t understand a single thing, he was inspired to learn. Knowledge is uhhh power.

The man is whipped for you. 👏🏾👏🏾 He studies your culture from top to bottom so he doesn’t accidentally disrespect you and he even tried to learn the language from your region. (Mac and Neo laughed for hours at that failed attempt)

You thought it was sweet but yeah… J does not need to speak your language to love you. (He sounds awful btw)

Joker shows that he cares in other ways. He’s mindful of the little things you do or don’t do and he’s always down to try new things.

Which is why you wanted him to start eating more traditional dishes for dinner. You wanted to start J off with something simple before throwing him into the world of spices and complex flavors. 

Joker ate sugar, junk food, and pre-packaged foods before you waltzed into his life. His knowledge of spices was salt, pepper, and a dash of paprika. Like? What? 🤦🏾‍♀️

It amazed you that men went to war for spices yet limit themselves to such bland food. Bless this Caucasian man. You love Joker, but his taste buds deserved better. 

You started off slow and made a huge serving of samosas for an apartment complex meeting and packed a few in Joker’s to-go bag as an 'accident'.

Joker called you in the middle of the night (still munching on them) asking you what they were. You could hear the crunchy crust over the phone as you padded to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

You found some homemade Kulfi and sucked on it as Joker explained the snack to you. 

It was like a kid discovering their favorite dish. He thanked you over and over for being such a sweet thing and cooking for him.

Up until then, you made sure something American was on the table for him to eat while you ate dishes from your culture. Little did he know that was all gonna change.

Joker notices how you didn’t eat with utensils much and he'd glare at the odd concoctions you passed as food in intrigue. His mild curiosity would end very soon. You set a time and a date to get him to officially try Indian food.

Joker made sure he was home before ten pm and burst through the door, hoping he wasn’t too late for dinner.

“I’m back, pretty girl. Did ya…” He stopped in his tracks when an explosion of aromas smacked him right in the face.

It was coming from the kitchen but it hit him the second he walked into your penthouse. He couldn’t describe what it smelled like, it was simply phenomenal. His stomach growled just off of the scent alone. 

You sent him a text reminding him not to eat anything and to come home with an open mind for dinner. You piqued his interest.

Usually Joker wouldn’t eat dinner with you on the nights he prowled Gotham City. He’d come back to your place around five or six in the morning and warm up whatever you fixed him (your dinner/his breakfast) before crashing. It's how things worked with the clashing work schedules. 

However you begged and pleaded with Joker to call the night early, before it truly began, and come home to eat with you. 

He wasn’t expecting all this. 

You decorated the table with a rounded tray filled with vibrant sauces chutneys, pilled high with some kind of bread, rice, and other mixtures, and aromatic fixings. Joker eyed the candles you lit and was wondering where you were when you emerged from the kitchen with a pitcher of water. 

His eyes softened seeing you in a stunning saree. It was the same one he commented on when you unpacked it from its original boxing. 

Sure it was a little too fancy to be wearing around the house and your mother would scold you if you got it dirty, but you wanted to dress up for Joker. Tonight was special in a way.

“सुस्वागत” you mumbled but then remembered Joker couldn’t translate. “Welcome home.” You gestured to the spray of food on the table. “I offer you a thali. It's a variety of dishes that represent a balanced diet."

Joker walked over to the table and you trailed behind him, pointing things out as you explained. 

“That’s a mango chutney. We call that dal. Oh that’s murgh mahani." He furrowed his eyes at a bowl. "That’s just rice Joker. I didn’t make it fancy." He laughed and made a comment about the bread looking more fluffier than normal.

"Oh c'mon J, you had my naan before. This one is just garlicky to go with the yogurt.” you finished explaining everything and an awkward silence fell over you both.

Joker nodded to himself but he didn’t say much else. It was a lot to take in and you picked up his reserved demeanor. 

“If it's too much, I can defrost some samosas that you like or we can order take-out or or..”

You were rambling. A habit of yours that he loved to pieces. Joker didn’t know why you were so nervous but he smirked before leaning down and kissing you speechless. You rested your hand on his chest and blinked in confusion when he backed away and sat down at the low table you set up instead of the normal western dining table. 

You really went all out for this so he'd try to have an open mind here.

“Is there a uhh order, I gotta eat this in?” He asked. There were so many individual bowls before him and he finally noticed the entire spread was atop a banana leaf of some sorts.

This was too cool, he felt like a seasoned traveler being honored at the elder's table. If only the native would participate.... you thought.

He took his eyes off the food to find your hesitant e/c gaze. You were still standing in that gorgeous gown of yours. He’d appreciate that later tonight… but for now.. he was rather hungry for actual food.

“Well Bunny? Can I just dive in orrr whaT?” Joker clicked his tongue and you blinked out of your fog.

You managed to hear what he said and laughed to yourself before joining him on the floor.

Why were you so bent out of shape over finally embracing your culture with Joker? This man would accept anything you offered and he would never turn down food if you made it. Being accepted was a new concept to you so yeah you got emotional.

You dabbed at your lash line for any stray tears and clapped your hands together.

“Yes! There’s an order, J. Thali is all balanced. Here, I’ll help you. You are only to eat with the fingers of your right hand. Okay?” You demonstrated by scooping up some rice with a bite of vegetables.

You brought it to his mouth and he kept eye contact with you as he opened his mouth for the morsel.

Joker groaned, causing you to blush. Your fingers brushed his lips as you leaned back. "D-Do you like it?"

Like it? This was just the beginning of a long course and it already tasted better than anything he'd eaten in Gotham! (Excluding your cooking of course) And you made this as a side dish!? Nah, he loved it.

Green eyes bore into your soul, "I want more."

[theneoncaster]

The Blacklight Sprawl ~ A Character Design Roll Table for Neon Sludge Cyberpunk Games

I love miniature kitbashing and miniature-agnostic games, so I was really enamoured with Forbidden Psalm, a skirmish game based on the ruleset of Mork Borg. It has a set of roll tables to help decide the look of your warband.

The designer, Will Rahman, has made a second skirmish game based on Cy_Borg, Kill Sample Process, but it doesn't have a character design generator, so I made one!

Use it with Cy_Borg, Necromunda, or honestly any cyberpunk game that benefits from a randomly generated blorbo. If you kitbash or draw anything using it, please show me!

If you want to check out my other Tabletop stuff, I have an Itchio!

The roll tables in text for those that need it below the cut.

Head (1d8)

Object Head

Helmet

Vibrant Hair

Visor/Goggles

Tattoed/Scarred

Eye Removed/Replaced

Antennae

Hooded

Fashion (1d12)

Oil-Stained Engineer

Neon Raver

DIY Punk

Clean 'n' Corporate

Wrapped in Black

Shiny Leather/Latex

Showin' Some Skin

Tacti-cool

Cyber-suit

Junk Armour

Acid Haute Couture

Armour-Plated

Weapons/Props (1d20)

Chainsaw

Energy Sword

Rifle

Spiked Bat

Construction Tools

Cyberdeck

Sonic Gun

Magi-Tech Totem

Trash-Scavenged Weapon

Razor Claw

Chain Gun/Launcher

Old-School Pistol

Extra robotic arm

Bionic Blade

Comms Equipment

Throwing Knives

Cleaver/Machete

Taser Coil

Shotgun

Armoured Fist

Special Feature (1d20)

Mechanical limb(s)

Errupting spikes

Inhuman skin colour/texture

Mutant limb(s)

Decals & Patches

Mech Backpack

Belts 'n' Pouches

Glowing

Fully Robotic

Aggressive Stance

Wires/Tentacles

Shiny/Chrome

Terrified Stance

Sweet Ride

Chains

Toxic/Radioactive

Glitching

Paint-spattered

Blood-spattered

Artificially-Resurrected

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

On June 21, I'm doing an ONLINE READING for the LOCUS AWARDS at 16hPT. On June 22, I'll be in OAKLAND, CA for a panel and a keynote at the LOCUS AWARDS.

#15yrsago Soviet-era punks https://englishrussia.com/2009/06/11/soviet-punks/

#15yrsago Junk science and cocaine scares https://www.badscience.net/2009/06/this-is-my-column-this-is-my-column-on-drugs-any-questions/

#10yrsago The Return of Zita the Space Girl https://memex.craphound.com/2014/06/13/the-return-of-zita-the-space-girl/

#10yrsago Bot alerts you every time the Supreme Court silently alters its rulings https://web.archive.org/web/20140613031445/http://gigaom.com/2014/06/12/clever-piece-of-code-exposes-hidden-changes-to-supreme-court-opinions/

#10yrsago Academic publisher tried to stop publication of paper on price-gouging in academic publishing https://www.techdirt.com/2014/06/12/academic-publisher-fights-publication-paper-criticizing-publishers-price-increases-profits/

#10yrsago How Hayek bred a race of elite monsters https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2014/06/bill-black-hayek-helped-worst-get-top-economics-ceos.html

#10yrsago Snowdenbot performs tele-diagnosis and offers aid to reporter who had first epileptic seizure https://www.tagesspiegel.de/kultur/he-is-not-alone-4821781.html

#10yrsago Apple adds privacy-protecting MAC spoofing (when Aaron Swartz did it, it was evidence of criminality) https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2014/06/umbrella-hurricane-apple-limits-mobile-device-location-tracking

#5yrsago Couture fashion company Vetements is selling an unauthorized €800 Pirate Bay hoodie https://torrentfreak.com/red-hot-vetements-fashion-brand-is-selling-a-845-pirate-bay-hoodie/

#5yrsago In Alabama, it’s traditional for sheriffs who lose their elections to steal and waste money, destroy public property https://www.propublica.org/article/alabama-sheriffs-undermine-successors-after-losing-reelection

#5yrsago After American juvenile offenders are released, they can be re-imprisoned for failing to make restitution payments https://www.themarshallproject.org/2019/06/11/punishing-kids-with-years-of-debt

#5yrsago Majority of American millionaires support a wealth tax on American millionaires https://www.commondreams.org/news/2019/06/12/even-1-know-they-arent-paying-their-fair-share-new-poll-shows-60-millionaires

#5yrsago Facebook execs are worried that Zuck’s emails show he never took his FTC privacy obligations seriously https://www.wsj.com/articles/facebook-worries-emails-could-show-zuckerberg-knew-of-questionable-privacy-practices-11560353829

#5yrsago Hong Kong’s #612strike protest movement: a million strong, leaderless, wireless and smart as hell https://memex.craphound.com/2019/06/13/hong-kongs-612strike-protest-movement-a-million-strong-leaderless-wireless-and-smart-as-hell/

#1yrago Saving the news from Big Tech with end-to-end social media https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/13/certified-organic-reach/#e2e

[puddicure]

I feel like I’ve made this post before but I will make it again: I fucking LOVE scifi fashion, especially OLD scifi fashion.

I definitely love old B-movie and pulp-style “future fashion” the MOST, obviously, because I am just Delighted by visions of the future that are “contemporary fashion with garbage glued onto it,” but even higher budget movies can be so incredible when they allow themselves to have fun.

The challenge in trying to emulate the feel of “old scifi” as a design direction is that there are so many flavors of scifi, and each one landed on what is now considered Iconic because that’s what they had the budget for.

Some of the most iconic outfits of the broad genre are literally space crew uniforms, with utilitarian designs suitable for mass production and for visual clarity. These are usually inspired somewhat by irl military uniform design, and utilize color blocking and clean lines. This shares DNA with a lot of the design direction for anime and animated series in the genre, which benefit from simpler outfits and designated character colors. These all aim for being evocative- quite literally, Iconic- and succeed so well that they become can shorthand for the genre as a whole.

Similar in aesthetics is pulp pinup scifi, which falls between Iconic Designs and “10 minutes into the future bullshit fashion.” A lot of the time it’ll just be space bikinis, (or more accurately, space crop tops+sexy cutouts) but sometimes, like with Barbarella, you’ll get multiple outfits that are basically go go dancer outfits/fetish wear with chain mail/armor thrown on top, which is a very classic pulp look.

Then you’ve got my favorite, which is “10 minutes into the future bullshit fashion,” a prime example of which is in Back to the Future 2, where wearing your clothes inside out is trendy because you can see the designer labels (which, frankly, is brilliant commentary on Brand Fashion of the day, and also justifies the BS of “why are most of them wearing normal clothes”), and the rest of the future fashion is just “junk glued onto normal clothes, weird layering of statement pieces, stuff made from novelty fabrics, and sometimes someone will look like a space marine cyborg for no reason.” It’s a ton of garbage thrown together, and it rules because it reminds me of irl street fashion the most.

Space fantasy/space opera, on the other hand, tends to lean into extravagance, taking cues and employing silhouettes and concepts from haute couture and runway fashion. (Think Star Wars Prequels, Jupiter Ascending, and frankly, a lot of of the Miss Universe National outfits)

(Sidebar: This, in my opinion, is what most clearly differentiates the visual development of the original Star Wars trilogy from the prequels, beyond just the use of CGI; A New Hope HEAVILY took inspiration from westerns (black hats and white hats, Han Solo’s vest, etc), whereas the prequels and Padme’s regalia was all EXTREMELY space opera.)

The most boring versions of future fashion to me (which is, unfortunately, where Hollywood has seemingly landed on as “this is is what the future looks like,”) is “Bladerunner-Style Punkless Cyberpunk” (neon orientalism and trench coats) and “Apple Store Chic” (all white/black, smooth, minimalist, sometimes with Tron Lines if they’re feeling spicy)

I’m not saying it can’t be done WELL (Tron Legacy had a lot of fun sharp silhouettes and color coding to add interest to the Apple Store aesthetics), I’m just saying that it’s less fun than a guy wearing a 10 gallon hat with a headlamp glued to the front.

Anyway, TL;DR, please make the future weird again. I think the TikTok girlies gluing plastic fish to their outfits are the first step to a new and hopeful future.

[encantaremaledictumverse]

(An offering from the Cathedral)

Frozen in irreverence, crystallized in cotton candy.

— Encantare Maledictum / Mal’s Verse Pantomime Phantasm Plumes of cotton candy spun like chiffon silk dance in the air to the syncopated steps of the crowd

Stale popcorn litters the ground—creating ephemeral stepping stones—taken for a ticketless ride

Neon signs dazzle—irradiating luminous hues that stun my gaze in motionless white

The aroma of food is palpable—with each breath, the smell of funnel cakes and kettle corn search the most sensitive touch of my tongue—sashaying in allure, forcing my gulp as my mouth waters in delight

The night air tinges my skin, as its passionless breath caresses my ear with a hollow whisper—cut short by the sound of laughter from skittering children, enthralled in existence— unaware of the despondency that awaits their hearts—a flickering light that falters like the ember of the last cigarette

Stage speakers reverberate Dark Cabaret to a captivated audience—performed by a run-down mechanized band of skeletons dressed in Gothic Victorian Couture

I anxiously join the large crowd and watch along as the band sings

" If, you've lost, your lover

Don't, be tempted to cry

It's good for your head

Cus they're better off dead

In moments you're wondering why "

Humming along, my eyes dart through a herd of stone faces—empty shells of a devolving species

I shake it off and exit stage left—pushing my way through a sea of cold bodies unaware of my existence

The gaze of the Ferris Wheel draws me in like a sketch in the back of a textbook—a scribble between the pages of history

I purchase my ticket—strewn before me lies a pile of junk and scrap metal, and a sign that reads

“Your heart must be this scarred to ride”

Incognizant of its meaning, I proceed forward—ready to take in the carnival from soaring heights

The wheel stops at its peak—allowing me to see the scene for what it’s worth

The illusion dissolves before my eyes—I’m met with a reality of festering decay and rot, haunted by ghostly wails

The vision of you that died so long ago appears in my seat—dark brown eyes of shadow, luscious pouty lips, and long silky black hair

Taken aback with bewilderment, you grab my hand and hold it close—your touch cold like hollow words trapped under a sheet of ice on the water’s surface

I whisper in bated breath

“An Indelible Memory”

You press your icy lips to mine, and kiss me with falling snow—where I freeze in a place unaffected by time

[westwoodcoutures]

does anyone else find joy in junk couture, junk nails, big chunky boots and lots and lots of colours and silhouettes? i’m constantly thinking non stop all day about these beautiful textures and colours in fashion these days. i think it’s my favourite part of fashion, how creative and unique designers can really get.

[noirhimbo]

Curved nails? Excellent. Duck nails? Impeccable. Junk nails? Exemplary beauty. Short stiletto nails? God's gift. French tip with a hibiscus flower? Vintage couture.