#C-HEADS MAGAZINE

[takeoffmysundress]

devon carlson by frankie mark for c-heads magazine, 2017

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"STYLING AND ART DIRECTION BY STICKS AND STONES AGENCY."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on model (originally from South Africa), Jana Kruger, in a photo-shoot titled "Local Onlys" for "C-Heads" magazine, c. 2014, Sunshine Coast, Australia. 📸: Janneke Storm.

"Ice cream is supposed to melt. Right? Babe Jana Kruger of Asha Model Management photographed by Janneke Storm wearing clothing by First Base and Vintage. Styling and direction by Sticks and Stones Agency and make-up by Kate Shanahan."

-- C-HEADS MAGAZINE, c. 2014

Source: www.c-heads.com/2014/10/23/locals-only-jana-kruger-by-janneke-storm-x-sticks-and-stones-agency.

[lovelybeautifulsleep]

photographer Maty Chevrière.

The idea of the photo shoot “La cité des femmes” was to create a lovely environment between four girls that didn´t know each other and made them feel like they had been friends for years, empowering them and making them feel comfortable in their own skin. Starring the muses Carla Guetta, Aracely Navarro, Jessica Kate Dias and Lisa Herzog Make up by Mechi Velasques.

Commissioned by Ladio Studios. Shot on location @ Soho House Barcelona, 2018

[chictape]

Hannah Kleit // C-Heads Magazine December 2017

[tropichalys]

Emma Carmi by Saar Benaderet for C-Heads

(Emma, Watermelon, and Poolside Dreams - C-Heads Magazineから)

[topbeautiful]

[iamraylitsala]

At Milan, Italy. Meeting with Aurelia

Photo series on C-Heads.com

[thedeadleafs]

Marjory C. Woodbury, Indian Head Fabric, 1918

From Taschen's "All-American Ads 1900-1919".

[takeoffmysundress]

devon carlson by frankie mark for c-heads magazine, 2017

[thejazzera]

Marjory C. Woodbury, Indian Head Cloth, 1920

[labellenouvelle]

1870 AMERICAN ARCHITECTURAL JEWEL

One of the bests ever made , patented June 7, 1870 . Made by Russell And Erwin Mfg. Co. This is the Kruezinger Lion door knob. A complete set interior and exterior side, stamped with makers name. A true jewel of early Americana hardware design. Item No. E5811 SOLD

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[lovelybeautifulsleep]

 Clara Rosager and Corrie Lejuwaan from Chadwick Models wearing Queen Justine Vintage and She Made Me photographed by Australian talent Cameron Hammond

[chictape]

Hannah Kleit // C-Heads Magazine December 2017

[topbeautiful]

[c4toru]

nanami reassuring his yapper wife :c

for the past 30 minutes you’ve been ranting to him about practically everything going on in your chaotic life. nanami is mindlessly flipping through the pages of his new magazine he had just received in the mail, listening to you ramble on about how much you didn’t like the way people perceive your favorite character! ugh how could they say that ? —

he’s humming to your responses, periodically letting out ‘ohh’ s and ‘rightt’ s. you stop yourself from continuing your babbles, “ah.. nevermind i’m talking too much again.” your body shifts, facing away from him before you grab your phone off of your nightstand.

he whips his head in your direction, “keep going..? i wanna hear the rest.” he responds in confusion. “it’s okay ken, don’t wanna annoy you too much hah..” you giggle softly before you feel his tight grip onto your palm. his thumb is caressing the soft back of your hand before twiddling with your wedding ring. “love hearing you talk though, married you for a reason didn’t i. what kind of man doesn’t want to hear his pretty wife’s voice hmm?” a small smile is plastered on his face, he’s looking at you so lovingly.

you press your lips against his, “you’re so good to me, whatever shall i do when you finally get tired of me.” you smile, a big laugh leaving your mouth. “not happening.” he replies smugly, peppering another dozen of kisses onto your lips.

a/n : i always feel like this so i decided to write something cute to make myself feel better lol | likes & reblogs appreciated !!

[xi-vz]

Shen Yuan stared up at the man, disbelief clear on his face.

The man before him huffed a laugh, brown eyes becoming crescent shaped with amusement. He was a little taller than Shen Yuan, a little broader, with a sleeve tattoo covering his right arm to his wrist. His dark brown hair was softly curled, more wavy, and a little shaggy, falling to his shoulders. His face reminding Shen Yuan of Binghe. Not a lot, but just enough if he were to tilt his head and squint.

“You’re just a kid.” When the man finally spoke his voice was as smooth as velvet. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” Shen Yuan automatically responded as he gawked.

The man had round wire glasses, a piercing on the left side of his lower lip, both ears were pierced, and he had cheekbones that belonged on a magazine cover. He was a little older than Shen Yuan expected. Somewhere in his late-twenties compared to Shen Yuans late teens.

“Cucumber-Bro, come on, I’m not that different.” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky offered a smile, showing off dimples underneath a days worth of scruff.

“How old are you?” Shen Yuan demanded, still blocking the doorway into the dorm.

“Thirty.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan asked aloud.

Seriously, this was the caffeine addicted crack-writer?!

When Shen Yuan had woken up back in his dorm room instead of in bed with his husband in the bamboo house, he immediately contacted Airplane—it was a gamble, but it paid off. The relief Shen Yuan felt when Airplane responded was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He gave the other man his phone number and address, then waited an excruciating five days until the two could meet. (Because Shen Yuan lived in Beijing, but Airplane apparently lived in Chengdu, and last minute flights weren’t cheap.)

Shen Yuan knew that his friend would look different. Hell, Shen Yuan looked different! A little shorter, a little rounder, way younger. With pitch black eyes, short inky black hair, and an ear piercing. He was pretty rather than handsome, softer than Shen Qingqiu.

And it wasn’t that Shang Qinghua wasn’t handsome—he was! Like everyone else in PIDW. But Airplane?

“Can I come in?” Airplane asked while shoving his hands into his back pockets. He wasn’t dressed fashionably. His beat up backpack was slung carelessly over a shoulder, jeans were ripped due to wear and tear, his faded band shirt was due to too many washes, his sneakers were scuffed. And yet…

Shen Yuan dressed in the latest fashion. He tried his best to look good, he had standards for himself! He looked like a C-Pop star.

Airplane wasn’t even trying to be hot. (WHY WAS HE SO HOT?!)

It shook something inside of Shen Yuan. All of his past theories of Airplane being a troll flew out the window.

“Well?” Airplane looked like he wasn’t above shoving past his friend to get in.

Shen Yuan allowed his friend inside, still shook.

“Shang Qinghua.”

“What?”

“My name, bro.”

“Wait…you used your actual name for the character closest to Mobei!? Fucking Mary-Sue!”

“Ah, there we go, there’s the Peerless Cucumber I know. Although it’s weird to hear such vitriol from a face so cute.”

Shen Yuan felt the blood rush to his face and wished he had a fan in his hands to use as a weapon when Airplane chuckled.

“Come on, let’s try to figure out how to get back home,” Shang Qinghua said as he moseyed to the desk in the room.

Shen Yuan sighed as he closed and locked the door.

BONUS:

SY: I thought you said you were a broke university student who wrote to make sure food was on the table.

SQH: Yeah, dude. I’m working on my dissertation. Writing pays the bills.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES?????

SQH: Yeah, in Topology.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES IN MATHS?????