FASHION BUYER
Fashion buyer would go around to different houses and see the new collections and look to see what they have in. To buy for a possible shop. The high up fashion buyers are usually on the front seats of the runways so that they can really see what they are spending the money of the brand. I think a big part of the fashion industry is getting to know people in the industry and getting your name known. Even small shops need fashion buyers but it is usually people who work higher up in the brand. Some of the best universitys for fashion buying is de montfort central saint martins and kingstone univeristy
Some of the current big fashion designers at the minute
Nafeesa Dawood. Fashion Buyer, N/a.
Fatema Kundawala. Fashion Buyer.
Daylen Tisher. Fashion Buyer, Sister Kate's.
Darya Meszkes. Fashion Buyer.
Nicole Ann Reynolds. Fashion Buyer, River Island.
Okan Varlak. Fashion Buyer, ULTIMATE CLOTHING.
Nishtha Kalra. ...
Irina Chumarova.
SHOE DESIGN
Id be interested in going into shoe design and making some shoe that is more of an art than an actual shoe. Id love to be able to make something which confuses people. For this I would look into the london school of design to get to this point. If I was to go into university I think id be at a huge dissadvantage as I think most people would have already developed there knowledge in shoe design so I would be behind compared to other students. A lot of the biggest shoe designers have established them self at an older age
Currently the best ranking university's for shoe design include Kingstone Loughborough and trinity saint david.
A huge shoe that inspires me is is the mason margiela tabi boot which creates such an obscure shoe that some people turn there nose up to but some people really look up to
Alberta Ferretti.
Aldo.
Alexander Wang.
Alexander White (designer)
Alexandre Birman.
André Perugia.
Badgley Mischka.
FASHION TREND FORECASTER
Trend forecaster look into what will be coming up next in the future they do this by looking at the past to tell buyers and sellers for sellers what to buy. There is big forecasting groups like trend stop and tobe TDG which sell wht they know for big prices to people. Ive got experience in this from when would buy and sell online. Although this is something id like to go into I would prefer something with way more creativity like fashion designing so im going to do some more research on that and if I don’t think it would suit me then im going to go into fashion design.
FASHION DESIGN ILLUSTRATOR
Using my creativity to create something innovative and new which will draw people into t e brand of which I I am working with or for, developing my style and finding some of the best universitas in the uk include Bournemouth, London college of art. But Im not sure if id like to take the route of fine art and be able to go into the fashion illustration world once I have completed the university course
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Have yourself a Cody Christmas
THE MICHAEL LANGDON PATHWAY
Michael Langdon X Jim Mason X Duncan Shepherd X Xavier Plympton X Y/N
Warnings: Fluffy, a little non-sensical maybe, good Christmas fun, SMUT! Swearing!
GO FOR COFFEE
It’s his eyes that sucker you in, ‘I suppose coffee is a good idea.’ You relent, ‘I’ll forget to eat otherwise.’
Duncan brightens at once, taking your shopping from you so he can hold your hand. ‘There’s the best coffee place nearby, they do these seasonal coffees much better than the crap at Starbucks.’
You let him get excited, happy to see Duncan enjoying some rare free time. The two of you shrug off the cold and find a couple seats away from the entrance and tuck up together. ‘So tell me,’ You warm your hands on the white peppermint mocha you’ve ordered, ‘Since when does Duncan Shepherd shop at outlets?’
‘Since I was young and Annette was teaching me the value of money.’ He responds, taking a long drink from his cinnamon latte. ‘I think it was a lesson about seeing what little others have. Humbled me over the years and you can find some real gems.’ You can’t blame him for sounding as upper-class as he does, but Duncan is doing his best. ‘So, Michael is getting Balenciaga, is Jim getting Maison Margiela’
‘No.’ You snort, ‘Can you imagine Jim keeping anything designer clean?’
Duncan laughs at the image, ‘I’ve been trying to separate him from that denim jacket since I met him.’
‘It’s as big a part of him as you, me or maybe even Medina.’
‘She’s joining us this year, no?’
You nod, ‘She was sad to miss Thanksgiving, but surfing training never stops even in freezing weather it seems.’
‘Well, not freezing in Fiji is it?’ He quips, ‘Speaking of, I think it’s time for a vacation for us all soon don’t you think? Maybe after New Year, when things have calmed down round the world.’
‘So long as everyone comes, not like last time.’
Duncan grimaces, ‘No. Everyone or no one.’
Your eyes fall to the bag containing the present, ‘I hope he likes it.’
‘He will.’ Duncan reassures, ‘You know him better than anyone.’
‘He’s a character.’ You grin, unwilling to say much more in public.
‘I’m more interested in what you’ve bought me.’ Duncan muses, finishing his cup.
‘Well that would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?’ You point out, enjoying his teasing smirk.
‘You can give me a hint.’
‘Let me just consult your list, I can’t believe you still make one.’
‘It’s much easier than having people panic unsure what to get you.’ He says, ‘Then you open up a present you didn’t want, fake how much you like it, though both people can see the truth and then you end up exchanging it for store credit or something you didn’t want anyway but was a better option.’
You burst out laughing at his little tirade, ‘Okay, you’re not wrong.’
‘I’m never wrong, baby girl.’ He winks as you take another sip of coffee, ‘And if you happen to get me a double-ended dildo I’ll be a very happy man.’
You nearly spit out your coffee, ‘That wasn’t on your list.’
‘It’s not for me.’
You return home with Duncan, grateful he took the Aston Martin for the day. You kick back and listen to the radio twinkling through Jingle Bell Rock. You manage to sneak up to your closet and deposit the present just in time. Michael stands in your doorway, his long hair tied back in an effortless bun. He’s in loungewear, silk black bottoms hanging low on his hips. ‘You snuck off early today.’ He notes, casting an eye around the room. ‘I wasn’t doing anything, I could have tagged along.’
‘I don’t think you would have been that thrilled.’ You pass off his obvious attempt at snooping.
‘So long as you weren’t visiting a church.’ He pushes away from the door and stalks into your room. His eyes are gleaming with the tell-tale sign of want as his fingers run against the fabric of your turtleneck. ‘You know, I can never tell if I like or loathe winter.’ He purrs, ‘Part of me hates seeing you all bundled up away from my eyes, but the other part of me enjoys unwrapping you far too much.’
‘I’m not just your present, Wonderboy.’ You caution, eyes narrowing.
‘You are beautiful today.’ He murmurs, lips drawing closer to yours. ‘You’re flushed and happy. It’s…hard for me to hold back today.’
You let out a nervous laugh, ‘Honestly, Michael your appetite sometimes is even bigger than Duncan’s.’
His lips press hungrily to yours, arms tugging you in tight so your breasts press against his chest. ‘Give into me.’ He whispers, ‘Just you and me.’
You’re quickly melting, despite knowing you’ve got more presents to shop for. Your quick trip back home to prevent ordering another taxi wasn’t meant to result in a quickie with the Antichrist. But as Michael lifts up your turtleneck and peels it away from you, rational thought leaves you.
‘You’d better not be reading my mind.’ You say, trying to regain the last of your control.
‘I learned my lesson last year, darling.’ He whispers, eyes too busy marvelling at your breasts contained in the lacy white bra you chose today.
Your resolve slips as his lips find yours again. Michael sweeps you onto your bed, the fall cushioned by your pillows as he laves at your neck, sucking wet kisses and marks down to your collarbone. Your bra springs open, but that doesn’t stop Michael from descending lower, peeling off clothes as he goes.
You don’t realise what he’s up to until his hot breath ghosts over your clit, ‘Are you-‘
He plunges in before you can say anything else and a strangled cry leaves your lips. Michael smirks against you as his tongue presses against the little bundle of nerves that so often has you peaking around the loves of your life. Your hips rise off the bed and for once, Michael lets you suffocate him a little. Need overtakes you both and you palm at him, undoing his fly so you can work him with your hand while Michael sates himself with the taste of you.
‘Ohhhh.’ You moan, lost in a world of spiking tingles as your mouth drops open. You work him faster, earning grunts from Michael as his hips push into your hand, ‘Michael.’
He hums, knowing it will send you into overload and you peak earlier than expect, but no less glorious. Your mouth remains open, little gasps of high-hitched sound spilling as you cum, feeling your wetness leaking down your legs and into his waiting mouth. Michael drinks from you, his tongue running to catch every drop as he spills almost languidly onto the sheets. As if he had full control over the exact moment.
His eyes peer up at you, the Antichrist always loved to watch you in your orgasm. To see the bliss and pure bonelessness that overtakes you every time you cum. He deliberately, slowly licks his lips clean and then Michael is rising from the bed and tucking himself back into his trousers. ‘I wouldn’t want to keep you from your shopping.’ He sings, escaping out of the door before you can reprimand him.
‘I said NO peeking into my mind!’
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