#Callaghan

[hornworts]

Callaghan by Romeo Gigli FW89

[venusimleder]

Callaghan, A/W 1988.

Ph. Paolo Roversi

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Callaghan - Spring 1999 RTW

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"You can call Callaghan if you want, but I am not going into that church."

Leverage S04E14 The Boys Night Out Job.

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Laurence van Heverbeke @ Callaghan Fall/Winter, 1992 Ready-to-Wear

[i-am-too-sick]

5 times Quinn was sick (or otherwise incapacitated) for his birthday

3.)

"Dude, are you all right?"

Quinn kept walking another two paces before he stopped, glancing sideways. "Are you talking to me?"

Cal rolled his eyes. "No, I'm talking to the person in front of me who looks like Quinn but is definitely just part of the walking dead."

"I don't look that bad," he snorted. He knew he looked rough, he wouldn't deny that, but between finals, looming suspense over semester grades, and working at the clinic during one of its busiest seasons of the year, Quinn knew he'd neglected himself a bit. But who could sleep or had time to sit and have a proper meal with everything else going on?

"Yes you do." Becca chimed in, exiting an exam room. She handed Quinn a chart. "You have a request in room 3."

Quinn frowned. "I'm not working room 3."

Becca put her hands on Quinn's shoulders, looking him square in the eye. "That's why it's called a request, love. It's Christmas Eve. Just humor the poor girl, would you?"

Cal looked down at his computer, pressed a couple keys on his keyboard, and shook his head. "You're wrong for that, Bec."

Before Quinn could even begin to try and decipher what they were going on about, a sound that could only be described as a screech came from the room Quinn had just left.

He sprinted away from his friend and was met with quite a sight. The patient he'd left sitting on the exam table was covered neck-down in vomit, and was currently working on painting the floor in the same sickly stomach contents.

Quinn spun around to reach for the trashcan, only realize there wasn't one in the room. It was likely removed for sanitation purposes, but cleanliness would do him no favors now.

He went for Plan B, preferably a smarter choice to begin with, and began to dig frantically through the cabinets, searching around unopened boxes of sterile gloves, cotton swabs and bandaids, until he finally pulled out a plastic link emesis bin.

In his haste to hand over the bin at an attempt to lessen the already growing puddle on the floor, Quinn later realized that he also should have been paying attention to his feet.

He stepped in the vomit, just on the edge, but it was just slick enough that he slipped, his feet sliding around almost comically. As he tried to correct his balance, he reached out for anything that might save him from what would be a rather unpleasant fall.

His hands found purchase, but his body already had too much momentum to catch itself. There was a crash, and then Quinn was falling. He landed hard on his back, his head bouncing on the tile floor.

Dazed, he stared up at the ceiling tiles for only a moment before his vision faded to black.

"...inn? We're here, buddy."

Consciousness returned like to was floating up through molasses. He could hear movement around him, smell freshly used antiseptic and the hint of something rancid and sour. He could feel the hard floor beneath him, the throbbing of his skull in sync with his heartbeat.

"That's it. Can you open your eyes for us?"

That was one of the managers on staff. He was new, recently graduated from the university, wanting to gain more knowledge in a medical setting before deciding on a career path. What was his name again? Quinn's brain felt like scrambled eggs, and trying to recall information only made his headache worse.

His eyes fluttered open, his surroundings coming into focus slowly. The harsh fluorescents overhead were like fire in his retinas and he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning and turning away.

There was a whispered conversation above him, and then the manager (David? Dale?) spoke again.

"Yeah, go ahead and get an ambulance started." The sound of someone leaving the room to use the phone. "I'll shut us down for the night. Stay with him, would you? I'll start helping clear the rest of the patients."

There were more footsteps, sounds of others leaving the room, taking care of orders. The room became blissfully silent, and if not for the whooshing sound in his ears, Quinn might have been inclined to fall asleep.

"Hey, Quinn." A light touch to his shoulder startled him and his body jerked, and he groaned at the sharp pain that ripped through his skull. "I'm sorry! I just wanted to let you know I'm here." Cal's voice, whispered and comforting. "I dimmed the lights for you."

"What happened?" Quinn breathed. He was still hesitant to open his eyes again. "It hurts to think..."

"I'm sure. It looks like you had an ugly fall. You pulled blood pressure reader right out of the wall."

"The patient...?" He vaguely remembered he hadn't been alone before.

Cal snorted. "Just like you to be worried about others before yourself. It was safer to keep you here and easier to move them into another room."

Rather than reply, Quinn chanced opening his eyes. The room wasn't completely dark, but it wasn't so bright that he felt the need to recoil from the source. Cal was sitting beside him, offering an encouraging smile.

"Dave thinks you could have a concussion. He's sending you down to the hospital for a full work up."

Quinn sighed. "I'm so tired..."

"I've gotten plenty of concussions from basketball," Cal told him. "You'll definitely have some downtime to rest."

"Not really the way I wanted to spend our time off."

"Yeah, and you better enjoy it while you can! I know you'll be back to running yourself ragged in no time at all."

[therunwayarchive]

Callaghan, Spring 1996

[arianavscouturevault]

Callaghan Ready-To-Wear Spring/Summer 1997

Model: Ines Rivero

[bebemoon]

look for the name: SANDRA

callaghan by romeo gigli embroidered cotton mesh blouse and wrap skirt, s/s 199o

hair + beauty @ fendi rtw autumn 2o22

jean paul gaultier "frida" black horn stones and stone cross pendant necklace, s/s 1998

yohji yamamoto "yohji essential" eau de parfum, 1998

dirk bikkembergs black combat boots w/ hooks and laces through the sole, c. 199o's

[dozydawn]

Callaghan, 1982.

Models: Kelly Emberg and Rosie Vela.

[featherstonevintage]

Callaghan Gloves: Chanel

Marie Claire, November 1988

Photographed by Eddy Kohli

[hornworts]

Callaghan by Romeo Gigli FW89

[barrycoganart]

Kabuki Strikes.

Since I did all of Big Hero 6 over a year ago it feels like they had something missing, their mysterious adversary perhaps. So, donning his mask and dark clothing, Robert Callaghan, forma University tutor dons the persona of the vengeful Kabuki. Preparing to destroy everything to those who ruined his life. Enjoy!

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Callaghan - Fall 1998 RTW

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backstage at callaghan ss01

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Marie Sophie Wilson @ Callaghan Fall/Winter, 1992 Ready-to-Wear