#Pyjama Bazaar

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𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬: Pyjama Bazaar by Kabylie Minogue v2

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Lady on a train 1951

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And now, a compilation of highlights celebrating our favorite trouble making triplets (so troublesome that they would not stop causing technical difficulties throughout the stream):

Pre-stream

The first highlight before we began the watch party proper

Lottie doing pre-stream entertainment until WriteBackAtYa's laptop was working again… not realizing that it was working again all this time.

"Donald's Nephews"

Dumbella

Dewey wearing an orange shirt

quiltedmushroom: Donald is almost unintelligble Me: "I'll show you unintelligible!"

CANNIBALISM

Me realizing why my "I'll have the duck" comment was considered as "spoilers"

WriteBackAtYa: Why does Studio Ghibli food always look so good?

"Allowance Day"

The return of whitewashed Daffy

"SCROOGE"

GASLIGHTING????

The music when the triplets were pretending to be a radio station

WriteBackAtYa: *suggests Bubba Night* puffywuffy8904: uh oh

WriteBackAtYa: Can't get whiter than 87 Fenton talking amirite!??!

Jeepers

Tokuvivor and I quoting one of the best moments from Scoobynatural (I was HOPING he would reply with "Son of a bitch" and I was not disappointed. XD)

Remembering the triplets broke the economy during Scrooge Night earlier this year

Scrooge making deals with a Banana Republic

Launchpad appearance!

Scrooge attacking a dictator. Why? Because he can.

The entire episode in a nutshell:

Caro pointing how this episode feels like a premise for a Regular Show episode

Uno and "Dead Duck" mentions???

"NOOOOOOOOO"

The expectation of Scrooge saying "Come back here, you little shits." (After what happened, he deserves it. lol)

"The Split Sword of Swanstantine!"

Scrooge failing a spot check and noticing Lena and Violet had tagged along

Speaking of which, Sabrewing sisters appearance!

Scrooge getting suplexed by a woman after mistaking her for Black Heron

Violet: "Should I change out of my pyjamas first or—" Me: "NO TIME! CUE THEME SONG!"

「Meh…」

Just. Dewey it!

All the constant Dewey puns lol

Scrooge and Black Heron getting trapped by societal convention (It was SO awkward for them. lmao)

DO NOT ACCEPT CHECKS FROM THIS MAN

Background buff wolf girl!

Missy: smash rockerduck

Sky pirates cameo!

The Spice Baron saying all cheetahs are cheaters

The Duck-McDuck family revealed to be a global legend thanks to their ongoing adventures

Violet's scream after eating all the spices (I fucking love how her character was fleshed out throughout season 3. lol)

Praising the writers for giving us the three children duos in this episode

Steelbeak appearance!

"And I… I love you?"

(Play dumb!) "What sword?" (Not that dumb!)

THE DUKE OF MAKING A MESS

Lena being a big sister to Huey

Huey unleashing the Duke/McDuck temper on Steelbeak:

puffywuffy8904 pointing out the similarities between Huey and K.O. accepting the Duke and T.K.O. as the respective parts of them

"Your bazaar adventure is over."

"Um… BAIL!"

AFTER HE THAWWWS

"Can't Take a Yolk"

QUACK PACK

Donald suddenly having a six pack

The salesman reminding me of Wes Weasley from Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

Everyone freaking out about the humans

Us getting secondhand embarrassment from Huey trying to flirt with the blonde twin girls

Donald's OG design appearance

"THOSE ARE CHILDREN, DONALD."

Uncle Doofus (I'm scared. ><)

Praising the fact that Quack Pack gave us one of the best versions of Daisy

Hair color inconsistencies for the twin girls

Remembering Donald was in the Navy

Missy: the fearsome five can split me limb by limb

Palookas

Llewella (Don't deadname Louie like that!)

The Discord lag making this episode an experience™

This episode reminding us of a Darkwing Duck episode

Elvira Coot mention?

LITTLE DONALD! Also…

Me seeing Donald holding and going after a red balloon:

The irony in Dewey trying not to let Donald's egg fall

The episode ending with Donald becoming a giant

All of us needing to process what the fuck happened

Us concluding that this episode singlehandedly caused Discord to break

"The Fight for Castle McDuck!"

Dewey and the viewers learning why Scrooge says "Bless me bagpipes" (thus leading to the implications of a cursed kilt)

"No! Bad nerd!"

WriteBackAtYa commenting how something always ruins Webby's trip to Castle McDuck

MATILDA!

Missy fucking thirsting for Matilda

Huey and Louie walking away grumpily after Dewey hits the former, causing the latter to fall off the chair

The noise Scrooge makes while being put in a headlock

Learning that the art book says Hortense and Quackmore are both alive and living at Elvira's farm (I honestly thought they were dead because of Disney's mandate of the Sensational Six's parents not appearing/having major roles!)

PEPPER!

Phantom Blot Naruto running

This shot of Webby

"If one of these bagpipes kills me, I'm gonna be so mad at you."

Scrooge rubbing Webby's back to comfort her! 💖

"MAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

D O W N W I T H M E

This episode showcasing how it accurately portrays sibling dynamics

Pepper's sneeze

The entire scene of the McDucks struggling to flip the table (My assistance didn't make a difference.)

Us spamming the DedDewd emoji during the BEST scene in the entire episode

"I'MYOURFAVORITE?"

Everyone inserting McScrooge in the family's surnames

Nathan: Does this family do anything other than fight?

Titus, aka Dirty Dingus, biting Fergus

Webby's anxiety about the family splitting up and guilt for causing so many arguments and fights 😢

Scrooge, Webby, and Matilda all sharing a hug!

EMUTILDA

Puffy and Missy fighting more than Clan McDuck

SCENES ANIMATED BY KHION YOHANN

"Music Day"

Mortimer jumpscare

Horace mention!

Clara Cluck and Clarabelle Cow appearances!

Pete jumpscare

Imagining a House of Mouse reboot with the DT17 triplets as a boy band (Jet, Turbo, and Rebel are their band names)

puffywuffy8904: I don't know what's hapoening anymore and at this point I'm too afraid to ask

The return of Squirrels in my Pants

Quack Pack jumpscare

LAUNCHPAD MENTION

LUDWIG VON DRAKE APPEARANCE!

Kid HDL being voiced by Tony Anselmo instead of Russi Taylor for some reason

Story Blossom: Louie eats hot dogs in it Me: DT17 Louie is gagging

"DONALD NO"

Us saying DT17 Donald would beat the shit out of the short's version of him

Godfrey: "You're alive?" Me: "You're alive! *faints*" Godfrey: "You forgot to tell Donald?" Me: "Whoops. 😅"

EllaKai: tbf Donald had it coming Godfrey: *singing "Cell Block Tango"*

"Day of the Only Child!"

Us looking forward to this episode!

Dewppleganger

Dewey picking up Webby and spinning her around (Don't you fucking tag this as ship, you sickos.)

"And this is why we need Only Child Day." *smack!*

Another Launchpad appearance!

Jamie and Tokuvivor fanfic shoutouts!

Huey bonding with Bouncer and Burger

Missy: cumin CUMin

(Not during Huey time!)

Learning that the art book also says there were plans for a Bouncer redemption arc and him becoming Scrooge's personal chef, but it unfortunately got scrapped (I remember @real-life-pine-tree and I talking about that idea a few years ago, long before the art book was a thing!)

Doofus' debut in general (I don't blame Louie for spamming the elevator button. ><)

Duckworth mention

"We're dead inside."

Guhmeemama…

"RUN LOUIE RUNNNN"

"What is he gonna do with the umbrella and walnuts?!"

Dewey Dew-Night!

Monseuir Saucy

The severe Discord lag making the stream a funnier experience

Dewey's Louie voice sounding like Miss Piggy

Me: "Webby, you can come out." Everyone: Webby having lesbian thoughts about Lena (I love it! XD)

"'She knows.' Shut up, Louie."

"Brothers again? Brothers again. Triple threat!"

WHATEVER MAKES YOU NOT HURT ME

Dewey looking back at Webby as she was singing the Dewey Dew-Night theme

[violant-apologia]

A Hands-on Approach

aka the one where briar goes into a flow state and does a bunch of writing

words: ~800

it's on ao3 and also below the cut!

In his tall Bazaar-spire, Briar is working.

The bottom half of his vision consists of strewn papers. Financial reports, crime statistics,  arrivals from the Canal, departures across the zee. They cloud his mind – numbers, statistics, data: the mathematician’s view of London.

The top half of his field of view points out of the window, at the hustle and bustle of the city. (He’s had to move his desk to achieve this effect, but some concessions must be made to work.) From here, he can see the flow of the city: the movements of its people, its boats, its trains, its bats.

Briar focuses – though it’s rather like unfocusing – on the two streams of input at once. The macro and the micro form a grand image of growing, living London With his home swimming through his thoughts and the taste of honey on his lips, Briar closes his eyes and reaches our and—

London lies before him. Not as streets, not as stats, but as an idea, a metaphor. From here, the flow of goods up the Stolen River can be checked like a pulse and the ire of crushed cities felt in the tips of the toes. Citizens are no more than cells, while simultaneously having inner lives as rich as Briar’s. Richer, most of the time.

This is far from the first time Briar has communed with the genius loci of London. But despite this experience, despite his role as observer rather than object of London’s attention, the competing scopes still bulge his mind, the inability to focus and the same to stop focusing threatens to tear his brain apart.

Gritting his teeth, Briar pushes through the pain. This is habit, now, both the suffering and the endurance. He wrenches his attention from the well-pull 0f the city and to himself, and his place within it. He is a hooded figure and an inescapable visage; he is a household name and hardly known. His is remarkably human; great appendages spill from his frame. He has a finger in every pie and an iron in every fire – many inherited, many not.

Feeling along these phantom arms of influence, Briar directs them in their schemes. They stir pots of failing businesses, move chess pieces on boards across the zee, and scrabble for purchase on the finance sheets of rivals. With one hand he caresses, with another he crushes. Even as he struggles to focus, even as his pulse beats behind his eyes, he pushes them on.

Some arms weave schemes even he is not aware of. These are holdovers from their old owner, performing cruelties in a dead name. But they are his hands nonetheless, so he roots them out and rescues them, letting their ruthless tapestries unravel or turning them to nobler purpose. Nightmare-inspiring sleepwear becomes peaceful viric pyjamas; plans to collapse Surface industries are nipped in the bulging bud.

There are other hands, too. Briar is only dimly aware of them. They are more visible as points of concerted friction, where his schemes brush up against another’s. Masters often, with their clawed plots and leathered self-preservation, but occasionally other powers. Muscled arms from Hell hold feeble, gilded limbs in lock. The myriad fingerprints of the Mithridate office can be found in more places than ought be possible. Blind and pale fingers creep down from the Surface. Briar strains to follow these fingers to a palm in Vienna – then up the wrist, further, up and up and up to the—

Briar is awoken by a splash of water. The taste of soap is in his mouth and its sting in his eyes.

“Rithoorithoro,” gurgles the Rubbery Plongeur, with one tentacle holding a bucket and the other on its hip.

“Thank you,” says Briar, still blinking soap from his eyes. “Clean water would have done it, but what have you.”

The Plongeur burbles apologetically and returns to cleaning. Briar surveys his desk. Papers coat it, though different ones to when the task began. Catching glimpses of words and names, all correspond to some metaphor-memory of his addled mind – schemes he had furthered when his mind was in two places at once. The freshest pages still glisten with ink and soapy residue – one phrase, repeated ad infinitum: “—TE THE WHITE THE WHITE THE WHITE THE WHITE THE WHITE THE WHI—”

Suddenly Briar is conscious of a pit in his stomach. It is a loud, ugly feeling, demanding meat and fish and mushroom. It’s understandable; by the clock, he’s missed a meal. By the calendar, several. But if that’s the date – the weight of obligation crashes back onto him. Ignoring the roaring protestation of his stomach, Briar sits back down at the desk. There’s just a little more to do. He has beared a more terrible hunger than this. Just a little more.

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Introduction:

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Indian fashion culture

Indian fashion culture is a vibrant tapestry woven with threads of tradition, innovation, and storytelling. At the heart of Indian fashion lies the timeless art of handloom weaving. Across the length and breadth of the country, skilled artisans ply their craft, creating fabrics that are as rich in history as they are in texture. From the luxurious Banarasi silks to the earthy elegance of Khadi, each handloom creation is a testament to India's artisanal heritage, passed down through generations with love and reverence. We cannot talk about Indian fashion without mentioning legendary sarees. The sari, a beautiful piece of clothing, represents grace, tradition, and feminine charm. It comes in many different styles across India, showing the country's diverse culture. Despite changing fashion trends, the sari remains a timeless symbol.

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Indian ethnic wear includes lots of different kinds of clothes that people wear for special occasions or just every day. For example, there's the saree, which is a long piece of cloth that women drape around themselves in different styles. Then there's the salwar kameez, which is like a long shirt paired with loose pants and a scarf. It's comfy and can be fancy too. For big celebrations like weddings, women often wear lehenga cholis, which are fancy skirts with matching tops and scarves. Men have their own traditional outfits too, like the sherwani, which is a fancy coat worn with pants, or the kurta pyjama, which is a long shirt with loose pants. These clothes come in lots of different styles and colors, showing off India's rich cultural diversity.

Indian fashion culture extends far beyond the glitz and glamor of the runway, permeating every aspect of daily life. From the ornate bridal ensembles worn during lavish weddings to the everyday attire of bustling markets and bazaars, fashion is an integral part of Indian society. It's not just about looking good; it's about self-expression, cultural identity, and storytelling through attire. In this way, Indian fashion becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about tradition, status, and personal style.

 

In Kerala, people wear a mix of old and new styles. Women often wear traditional Kerala sarees, and men wear Mundus, especially for special events. They look very classy, especially when paired with fancy gold jewelry. But nowadays, Western clothes are also getting popular, especially among young people. Even with these new trends, people still love and value Kerala's cultural traditions. You can see this in the colorful and stylish clothes they wear, which show off both old and new influences. Kerala's fashion is like a mirror, showing its rich history and changing identity.

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Traditional wears of India.

India's traditional attire is a vibrant tapestry reflecting the country's diverse cultures, regions, and historical influences. The sari stands as an iconic symbol of Indian femininity, with its graceful draping styles and intricate designs varying from region to region. Meanwhile, the salwar kameez, with its combination of a long tunic, loose trousers, and scarf, holds sway in North India, offering both elegance and comfort. For festive occasions and weddings, the lehenga choli steals the spotlight, blending ornate skirts, fitted blouses, and flowing dupattas into dazzling ensembles, particularly popular in the northern states. 

In the world of men's clothing, different outfits have their own special place. The sherwani is the go-to choice for fancy events, with its fancy designs and classic look. On the other hand, the kurta pajama is more relaxed but still stylish, making it good for everyday wear or less formal gatherings. In the southern parts of India, the dhoti is popular. It's simple and traditional, worn by wrapping it around the waist and legs gracefully. In Gujarat and Rajasthan, during celebrations, you'll often see women wearing the colorful ghagra choli. It has vibrant skirts, fancy tops, and flowing scarves, reflecting the festive mood.

 

India's clothing also varies by region. In Kerala, men wear the mundu. In Kashmir, the pheran is common. And across India, the bandhgala, or Nehru jacket, is loved for its classy look. Each outfit has a story behind it, reflecting the culture and history of its region. Together, they create a rich tapestry of colors, fabrics, and traditions that represent India's diverse people.

                     

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Office Outfits.

An office outfit refers to the clothes people wear to work in a professional setting. It typically includes formal or semi-formal attire such as dress shirts, trousers or skirts, blouses, suits, dresses, and appropriate footwear like dress shoes. The specific dress code may vary depending on the workplace culture and industry norms. The aim of an office outfit is to look polished, presentable, and suitable for the work environment while also reflecting personal style within professional boundaries. It's all about looking professional and appropriate for your job. For guys, this usually means shirts, pants, and maybe a tie or a suit. For ladies, it could be a blouse and skirt or pants, a dress, or even a professional-looking top with trousers. The key is to choose clothes that are neat, clean, and not too casual. You want to make a good impression and feel confident while you work.

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Men's fashion is currently embracing a blend of classic styles with modern twists, catering to a diverse range of tastes and preferences. Sustainable fashion is gaining traction, with an increasing number of brands offering eco-friendly materials and ethical production practices. Athleisure continues to be a prominent trend, seamlessly blending athletic wear with casual and formal attire for a versatile and comfortable look. Tailoring is also making a comeback, with a focus on well-fitted suits, jackets, and trousers that exude sophistication and style. Additionally, streetwear-inspired looks remain popular, characterized by bold graphics, oversized silhouettes, and urban influences. Men's fashion is evolving to embrace individuality and self-expression, with a focus on quality craftsmanship, versatility, and sustainability.

  

The "dark side" of fashion refers to the less visible but deeply concerning aspects of the industry, characterized by unethical practices and environmental harm. One prominent issue is the exploitation of workers, particularly in developing countries, where labor regulations are often lax. Garment workers endure long hours, low wages, and unsafe working conditions in factories, contributing to social injustices and human rights violations. Moreover, the fashion industry's rapid production and consumption cycle, known as fast fashion, fuels overproduction, excessive waste, and environmental degradation. Processes like dyeing fabrics and chemical treatments contribute to pollution and resource depletion, further exacerbating the industry's environmental footprint. Additionally, a lack of transparency in supply chains makes it challenging to trace the origins of materials and ensure ethical and sustainable practices throughout production. Addressing these issues requires collective action from industry stakeholders, consumers, and policymakers to promote ethical labor standards, environmental sustainability, and transparency in the fashion supply chain.

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Solution for this is sustainable fashion Sustainable fashion refers to clothing, accessories, and footwear that are designed, produced, and used in ways that are environmentally friendly and socially responsible. This involves considering the environmental impact of materials and production processes, as well as promoting fair labor practices throughout the supply chain. Sustainable fashion encompasses various practices, including using organic or recycled materials, reducing waste through efficient design and production methods, and supporting ethical labor standards. Additionally, sustainable fashion encourages consumers to make mindful purchasing decisions, such as investing in high-quality, long-lasting pieces and supporting brands that prioritize sustainability. By promoting environmental stewardship and social equity, sustainable fashion aims to create a more ethical and resilient fashion industry.

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The fashion designer Mary Quant had perfected key aspects of 1960s British pop culture long before midnight chimed on the last day of 1959. The Chelsea girl and her try-anything attitude, her short, narrow garments casually bought from a Kings Road boutique – Quant had been working on these since the mid-50s. It took the zeitgeist until at least 1963 to catch on, let alone catch up.

Quant, who has died aged 93, opened her first Kings Road shop, Bazaar, in 1955, the year after Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel ended her postwar hiatus and reopened her Paris salon. They shared a similar ambition: to clothe young, independent women unsuited to fashion dominated by Christian Dior’s 1947 New Look and the work of the grand couturiers. Quant and Chanel designed their clothes to allow new physical and mental freedoms; Quant (unlike Chanel) was also in favour of fun, in reaction to her own teen years under postwar austerity.

Life then had been rationed, begrudged; almost the only place where the young could create their own excitement was at art college, with the Chelsea Arts Ball an annual chance for frivolity. At that ball a teenaged Quant, clad chiefly in balloons, hooked up with a fellow Goldsmiths’ College student, Alexander Plunket Greene, who swanned around long-haired in his mother’s silk pyjama top, trumpet in one hand and film script in the other.

“Life … began for me when I first saw Plunket,” she wrote in her 1966 autobiography Quant By Quant. He was short on ready cash, with an income of “four bob a day,” he recalled, “if one bought cigarettes one couldn’t go the cinema too”, but posh and sexually sophisticated. “Alexander had no use for straightforward sex at all,” Quant said, and he also was consistently unfaithful.

He came from a family said to be Evelyn Waugh’s model for the Flytes in Brideshead Revisited and was at art college crossing social classes. She, born in Blackheath, south-east London, had been persuaded by her parents, Jack and Mildred, both schoolteachers, to study art rather than fashion on leaving Blackheath high school.

After Goldsmiths’, she worked as a trainee assistant at the Mayfair milliner Erik. Quant picked up pins with a magnet and counted out the ration of one chocolate biscuit a day for the assistants, who were so poorly paid that, as Cecil Beaton exaggerated, “there were weeks when only an aspirin touched Mary’s lips and, but for the Jamaicans in nearby Claridge’s kitchens handing over their refuse bins, she would have starved”.

The creation of a hat was Quant’s practical introduction to fashion, and the sculptural moulding that quickly shapes millinery influenced her approach to clothes. She had reservations about “spending three days making one hat which would be worn for one afternoon by a grumpy, spoiled middle-class woman”, learned dress-pattern-cutting at night school, to put outfits together for herself, and briefly worked for the Butterick pattern company.

Plunket’s poverty ended on his 21st birthday when he inherited £5,000; advised by the entrepreneur Archie McNair, who became Quant’s financial brain thereafter, he took a mortgage on a property on the corner of Markham Street and Kings Road, Chelsea.

He wanted to open a nightclub in its basement, but could not get an alcohol licence, so that level became Alexander’s Restaurant, a bistro influenced by his friend Terence Conran and the recipes of Elizabeth David. Plunket told McNair that his girl was good at clothes, and Quant set up Bazaar on the ground floor.

Bazaar acted in lieu of the desired club, with wine or scotch under the counter and girls shedding their garments on the floor, attracting anti-establishment former art-school characters who had gone into photography and journalism. It was hardly a shop – the preferred word was boutique anyway – since the couple never understood business. Incoming bills were piled up and those at the top were paid – Conran said you could not open the front door for writs. They were part of the new bohemian Chelsea set and their stories became SW3 legend.

Quant bought fabric from Harrods at retail prices on a Plunket family account, and had to sell each batch of clothes before she could buy more; when she ran out of stock, she simply shut up shop and started sewing. When she asked manufacturers to make for her, few would, since her ever-skimpier, shorter shapes did not promise big enough profit margins.

Besides, Bazaar might be closed for weeks with a “gone fishing” sign placed in the window while Quant and Plunket went on holiday. They wanted a wider life, flying off in chartered planes to gamble in Le Touquet: because of the era’s currency restrictions, Quant smuggled out in her knickers the cash to buy a French home. They ran an illegal chemin-de-fer game in the Quant delivery van parked in a different Chelsea street each Thursday.

By the late 50s Quant had synthesised her Chelsea girl look from elements of left bank kooky beatnik and practical details of American sportswear, plus her preference for vulgarity over good taste. Then she began supplementing it with memories of her ideal – a girl of about eight glimpsed during a childhood dancing class, who had a Dutch doll haircut and wore a dark skinny knit, very short pleated skirt, white socks and black patent shoes that focused on the boot button of their ankle strap. Quant made similar clothes the basis of the dolly-bird look of the 60s.

In retrospect, this sexualised projection of a very young girl feels disturbing. Dolly-birds skipped, and knocked their knees, and pointed their toes in what Quant called “the wet-knicker pose”. Stocking-tops and suspenders were slowly replaced by patterned or coloured tights, and Quant developed stretchy undergarments no heavier than those tights.

Quant’s own hairdresser, Vidal Sassoon, cut geometric variants of the bob. The whole ensemble pointed in one direction. “The crotch is the most natural erogenous zone,” said Quant, directing her models in their Banlon, Bri-nylon and PVC mini shifts to prance for maximum pelvic thrust, and claiming that her husband once cut her own green-dyed pubic hair into a heart shape. Angry bowler-hatted men beat with fists and umbrellas on Bazaar’s window, Quant recalled: “It got to them in some way, what I was doing.”

Being a dolly-bird was just about affordable on teen pay. Quant went wholesale in 1961, and two years later launched mass-market fashions under the name Ginger Group – ginger, prune and grape being the previously non-fashion colours that she favoured. She also signed on as an adviser with the US retailer JC Penney: from then on she could afford to hop on big jet planes to distant destinations at whim, as she had once done buses on Kings Road; her personal transport was a black Mini car with a black leather interior.

But she was never comfortable with large-scale clothes production and soon realised that the real money lay in franchising household goods such as bedding, and, even more, in designing faces.

Mary Quant cosmetics arrived in 1966 and were more original than her clothes. Cosmetic containers had traditionally been designed as ornaments for dressing tables, with lipsticks and compacts based on 18th-century boudoir trinkets. Quant observed that professional models painted their faces like canvases with brushes and theatrical grease sticks, and as an art student she had worn the contents of her watercolour paint tubes. She commercialised these ideas, and the daisy logo that was always the doodled focal point of her dress sketches then appeared on makeup packaging – yellow tins of crayons, and simplified bottles, sold not from store counters but from “pods” that might have been moon landing capsules.

Skin cream was sold with matching vitamin pills. Bazaar closed in 1969, by which time 7 million women worldwide had Quant’s label in their wardrobe.

Quant cosmetics also dwindled away in the 70s but were revived under licence in Japan in 1984, and re-exported to the west in the 90s. Japan was Quant’s most logical market, for young women there have cultural sanction to present themselves as prepubescent – pretending to be very young is seen as liberating, which appealed to Quant, who said: “I grew up not wanting to grow up, growing up seemed so terrible, children were free and sane.”

She eventually resigned as director of the company, and lost control in 2000 of her name and her daisy, but stayed as consultant. She also began designing clothes for the New York store Henri Bendel, which realised her vintage work was being collected. Her approach was understood as being as dramatically simple as Chanel’s – “Only I had better legs than Chanel,” said Quant.

Her first retrospective exhibition, Mary Quant’s London, in 1973 at the Museum of London, had a 50s gloom room so visitors could appreciate the difference she had made, for which she was appointed OBE in 1966 – a very big deal at the time. She was made a dame in 2015, and a companion of honour this year.

When the V&A put on a lifetime retrospective show in 2019, it sourced exhibits radically by asking the public to loan Quant clothes they had kept. Many of those selected were displayed with old photographs of their owners wearing them, captioned with the outfit’s personal “story”. The exhibition drew huge crowds, with visitors talking to each other – a rare occurrence – about what it had been like to wear Quant fashion when it was new.

Although the Chelsea set regarded home as the place you went when there was nothing better to do, Quant loved her house in Grasse, Provence, and a retreat in Guildford, Surrey. There she gardened by torchlight when day faded, and installed a 60s Claes Oldenburg plastic statue commemorating dolly-bird knees.

The turbulent marriage of the Plunket Greenes, which had begun in 1957, ended with his death in 1990. Her later partner, Antony Rouse, died in 2014. Quant is survived by Orlando, the son from her marriage, and three grandchildren.

🔔 Mary Quant, fashion and cosmetics designer, born 11 February 1930; died 13 April 2023

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Some Snippets from my ATWD Khinkali Series

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3240997

If you like Merab, Irakli and their friends from the movie you will luuuuv them in my fics on Archive of our Own. Here are some tasty bits:

Mum walked in scratching and yawning, wearing an old bathrobe over flannel pyjamas and with her hair disheveled.

‘Ah, the dead have risen,’ Grandma sighed. ‘You’re never up this early.’

‘I am now. I woke from the cold. The heating is off. Is there any coffee going?’

‘No. For your information, the electricity was cut off...Again.’

Grandma, a little more visible now in the growing daylight, raised her hands like a priest dispensing a blessing.

‘You should marry your Mr. Lasha, Teona. He’s rich. You’re his cleaning lady, but you like him and he likes you. Have him marry you, then you and I can both finally rest.’

‘I won’t, Mother.’

‘Why not?’

‘His wife wouldn’t like it for one thing.’

‘Ay, ay, ay, what years we’ve lived.’

(From ‘’Another Glorious Day in Tbilisi’)

The Scotsman carefully dissected the construction with his spoon, took a bite and then spat it out.

‘What’s this?’ he roared. ‘You call this cottage pie?’

‘Quite an audacious remark for someone whose home town is famous for its deep-fried Mars bars,’ Ninutsa scoffed.

The other students giggled. ‘Quiet!’ Aleko snapped in Georgian.

The blond man was alternately gagging and drinking water.

‘This was frozen an then reheated, right?’ he asked David. ‘It’s definitely not fresh. It’s hard as a rock.’

‘My father owns a construction company,’ Sopo said calmly. ‘It was the easiest thing for me to scoop up some debris from a demolition site…There’s real cottage in that cottage pie, sir, so it’s as authentic as anything.’

(From ‘Joining Forces’)

Irakli went to the counter and drafted a glass. The pompons of his mariachi hat were dangling in front of his glasses, blocking his view and thus causing him to spill beer onto the floor.

Merab walked past, nearly slipped in the puddle but managed to come to a screeching halt on the heels of his cowboy boots. He smiled and mopped up the mess. ‘Love,’ Irakli whispered, feeling his heart contract at the sight of the beautiful creature who looked so angelic in his embroidered Mexican jacket. Then he took the beer to Ioseb’s table.

‘Have you chosen a dish yet?’ he asked.

Merab’s father nodded, smiling now. ‘Yes. I’d like a Sloppy Ioseb sandwich. Sounds good to me.’

‘Oh yes!’ Irakli confirmed. ‘Sopo created it in your honour.’

‘My future daughter-in-law is a lovely lass,’ Ioseb said. ‘And I am glad that Merab is finally doing something useful with his life under your influence.’

Irakli cast a glance at Merab, who was now clumsily drafting beer and singing Pistolero to amuse the guests at the counter.

‘Useful?’ Irakli said to Joseb. ‘Well, I’m trying my best, and…’

Joseb pointed at the menu. ‘And oh yes, I’d like some Mexikhinkali and eggplant fritters for a main course…Thanks, son.’

(From ‘Not in a Million Years’)

David wound his way through throngs of people down a lane at the Eliava Bazaar until he got to his father’s car part stall.

‘Morning, son,’ Ioseb greeted him. ‘Do sit down. Could you spare your old man a fag? Business has been bad lately.’

David offered him a cigarette, lit up one himself and settled on a crate.

‘What brings you here at such an early hour?’ Dad then asked. ‘Some beef with your girl?’

David shook his head. No, there’s no beef between Sopo and me, he thought, if only it were so because it would mean we were living together at our little flat undisturbed. Everything I wanted from watching football on TV to inviting my mates over for drinks and making love to her has been impossible ever since Aleko moved in, but I won’t tell Dad any of this.

‘It’s something else then,’ Dad tried. ‘Money trouble?’

‘No.’ In fact, he and Sopo were making loads and had no time to spend it.

Now Dad smiled. ‘Ah! So you’ve done what any man should do before he turns twenty-five…By the way, Sopo is older than you, it’s ridiculous…Anyhow, did it finally happen?’

‘I don’t understand, Dad.’

‘Did she have a visit from the Holy Spirit?’

‘What?’

‘She in the family way?’

‘What?’

Dad angrily stubbed out his cigarette. ‘You dumb calf…Did you get her pregnant?’

David felt anger surge within him. He and Sopo had decided not to start a family until she had earned her PhD, which would be some three years down the road.

‘No, nothing of that kind,’ he sighed. ‘I’m just tired. Our tenant is a nuisance.’

(From ‘Expansion’)

Ready for some fun? Read all about the adventures of Merab, Irakli, David, Sopo, Mary, Ninutsa, Luka and...Aleko under this link:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3240997

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EP 2 - Tug of Wars in Pairs

EP 3 - "Natural Beauty" Promo Campaign in Groups

EP 4 - Old timers while acting out an argument scene

EP 5 - Strong & Sexy

EP 6 - The New Look

EP 7 - Sedcard Shoot

EP 8 - Social media influencers selling a product

EP 9 - Plush Fantasy

EP 10 - Retro Housewives in Moschino

EP 11 - The Golden Clock

EP 12 - Trampoline Shoot

EP 13 - Set Your Emotions Free

EP 14 - Tennis Shoot

EP 15 - Harper's Bazaar Cover-Try

EP 16 - Floating in the Air

EP 17 - Pyjamas Party

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Swinging Sixties

The sixties were seen as the most fashion conscious time in history. It was a time of change and diverse trends. people became more diverse and individual. There was everything from bold prints, bright colours to sophisticated and casual.

In the 60s, my nanny was a teenager and fashion changed a lot for her. For some of my research, i asked her to give me some information about what was and wasn't fashionable when she was growing up.

During the 60s, fashion for young people really changed. One of the many things to become fashionable was stiletto heels. More and more women started wearing these heels however, many dance halls banned them because of the mess they made of the dance floor.

Stocking and suspenders went out and Mini skirts and dresses came in big time. Being paired with tights meant the skirts were getting even shorter!

The trouser suit became a must have for many women. Having satin and lace ones for evening wear but also more professional ones for the office.

Trousers, jumpsuits and denim jeans became popular with everyone. My nanny and grandpa had matching red cord jeans.

Many people used to get in the bath with their denim jeans on so they would shrink to your shape. (I can't believe my nanny actually did this)

For nightwear, baby doll pyjamas were popular. This was a frilly top and shorts.

Men had high heeled shoes with pointed toes, most people called them winkle pickers.

Photo 1- baby doll pyjamas

Photo 2- Cord jeans

Photo 3- winkle pickers

Mary Quant

One of the biggest influences on modern fashion started in the 1960s was the mini skirt. Mary quant was the designer who originally created the mini skirt. She had been designing her own clothes since the 50s. She had opened her own affordable and accessible boutique called Bazaar in 1955.

Biba

Barbara Hulanicki

In 1964 Barbara Hulanicki opened her first Biba store. It was the fashion label that defined Sixties style. Her store was loved by rock stars, models, and students everywhere. She was a favourite with icons such as Murianne Faithful and Twiggy.

Her clothes were good value, students and working women could go into her store and shop with models and celebrities in the flesh. It allowed them to see what the icons of the sixties were wearing and what was trendy.

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 #𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 ✅

𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀💥

𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗬 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗗𝝝𝗖𝗧𝝝𝗥 𝝠𝗪𝝠𝗬

𝗚𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗦 / 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝝠𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡𝝠𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦 /𝗜𝗡𝗧𝝝𝗠𝗬𝗦𝝝𝗨𝗟 / 𝗘𝝠𝗥𝗚𝝠𝗦𝗠 / 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗭 𝗜𝗭 𝝠 𝗚𝗜𝗙 𝝠𝗧𝗧𝝠𝗖𝗞 / 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 / 𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝 / ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ / 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗞𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗦 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧 𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝝝𝗨𝗧𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗪𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝝠𝗞𝗘 / 𝗪𝝝𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗜 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗡 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 🎧 / 𝗟𝝝𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝝝 / 𝗧𝗛𝝠𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗟𝝝𝗥𝗗 𝟰 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 / 𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗧𝝝𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝝠𝗦𝗦𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗦𝝠𝗖𝗥𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝝠𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗛𝝠𝗧𝗬𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗚𝝠𝗩𝗘𝗬𝝠 /𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗣𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗕𝝝𝗠𝗕𝗦 / 𝗥𝝝̈𝗛𝗥𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛 / 𝗜’𝗠 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝝝

#panicdynamicpandemic #trackoftheday #gifattack #gifmania #moody #edm #electronicmusic #shakewhatyamamagaveya #raaaaven @boanerges20 #electroshockboogie @noramahmood97 #dancemfdance #partymusic #lostinmusic #thankslordfortechno

𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬: Pyjama Bazaar by Kabylie Minogue v2

[chicinsilk]

Jean Patchett in Norell's lounging pajamas; satin coat flocked with velvet roses and satin trousers, photo by Louise Dahl-Wolfe at the Modern Museum's Japanese House, Harper's Bazaar, 1954 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jackyjango]

AU-gust Day 17: Wings

A continuation of my Cherik Aladdin AU

Aladdin AU: Charles is a Prince, and Erik is an assistant in his father’s carpet shop. He also owns a carpet weaved out of metal threads that abides by Erik’s powers

This is a take on 'Wings', not an outright AU

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‘You’re late,’ Charles says, folding his hands over his chest. ‘Again.’

Erik rolls his eyes. The purple vest and red pyjamas accentuates his broad shoulders and trim waist. The red kippah he’s wearing today partially covers his short crop. Under his feet, the carpet sways lazily in the thin breeze.

Erik looks dashing, but Charles refuses to be charmed by his fine form; or the raw allure of his bright mind. In comparison, Charles, in his stuffy attire, looks like a gift wrapped up in blue silk.

‘I’m not that late,’ Erik says, and when Charles doesn’t respond: ‘Az’s dad wouldn’t leave me until I transferred all the fruit crates into the shop. What was I supposed to do?’

‘You were supposed to tell him that you’re keeping the Prince waiting.’

Erik rolls his eyes again. ‘Fine,’ he says, ‘if you don’t want to come with me, I’m sure Marie is-’

‘No,’ Charles snaps. ‘Let’s go.’

Erik chuckles knowingly as Charles crosses the ledge of the window and slowly steps on the carpet. It’s a testament to Erik’s powers that the carpet doesn’t budge under their combined weight, forty feet above the Mahal.

‘Ready?’ Erik asks once they’re both settled, and Charles nods.

With a flick of Erik’s wrist, the Carpet takes off with a swoosh into the twilight sky. They soar smoothly above the din of the bazaars and the meandering residences until they reach the wide clearing of a valley. Here, the air is cleaner and cooler. The hubbub of the city is replaced by the chatter of birds, the trickle of the river running below them, and the whistle of the breeze. The evening sun bathes the valley in a pinkish orange glow.

Picking seed, they swoop down the valley. Charles scoots to the edge of the carpet and lifts his face to the gusting wind. He laughs freely. Here, he’s not the Prince who lives under the strict thumb of his mother and stepfather; a gilded bird in a golden cage. Charles is a wild bird, free to fly the lands he rules over. And Erik is the wind beneath his wings.

‘Am I forgiven now?’ Erik asks in Charles’ ear, looping an arm around his waist.

Charles grins. ‘Kiss me, and then we’ll see.’

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>>AU-gust Fills

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Kristina Salinovic in “Rêves Parisians” for Harper’s BAZAAR In Lanvin, Christian Dior, Anne Valérie Hash, Mugler and Louis Vuitton deshabillés, pyjamas and indoor garments Kristina gets intimate cosy and sultry on an overcast day in Paris. The Team Photographer: Benjamin Kanarek Photography Direction: Benjamin Kanarek & Frédérique Renaut Video Direction by Frédérique Renaut Model: Kristina Salinovic at Elite Paris Styling by Miles Cockfield at Artist Group Mierau Make-Up by Topolino at Calliste Hair by Tié Toyama at Calliste Manicure by Agathe Pons at Mod’s Hair Photo Assistants: Jus Vu & Iris Guillaume della Roca Stylist Assistant: Fanny Tornberg Post-Production: Ionut Matache (at Shangri-La Paris) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ6kg1RMewt/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ideasmithy]

LANGUAGE NO BAR The words that issue forth from me I taste them on my tongue Flavours of ideas shaped by those who came before me, far from me Separating me from kin I am an English speaking Indian The language that shapes my identity born differently from me Its birth land, a legacy of pain to mine Today, celebrating independence from that legacy I wonder, Should we have let go of English along with the English? Tossed it out, sent back to the Queen, thank you very much? Poets know language contains our history but won’t be contained by it So India & Pakistan, sworn enemies today But Hindustani & Urdu, loving sisters still Sharing dreams & ideas Just like real siblings do Is it possible to cut out slices of civilization? Can we edit history? How do you carve pieces of lived experience Say this is yours, that’s not mine Or draw lines of control within minds The United Kingdom has a population of 59 million* India has 125 million…English speakers* There's more English in Indian tongues And each day, there’s more India in English Avatar, Bandana, Cheetah, Gymkhana Bazaar, Guru Jungle, Khaki, Pyjama, Shampoo Legacy is that stodgy old elder Whose senility must be endured But the family of language is everyone who speaks it Every person whose life it describes These are solid lines, not lies Our ideas of food, clothing shelter occupy English With chutney & curry,  Bangle & shawl Bungalow & verandah English may be part of painful Indian legacy But India plants a proud flag in this joint history Mother promise! Father promise! God promise! Let’s prepone this meeting What is your good name, sir? First class! Culture moves forward, language no bar Language transcends its origin story And English, we have claimed you We set you free of your own history Like we say in India, we are like that only. *Wikipedia Aug'2020 ---------------------------------------------------- #IWear: Kanjeevaram saree in fishtail drape, paisley silk blouse & gigot sleeve jacket ---------------------------------------------------- 🎶: MILE SUR MERA TUMHARA https://www.instagram.com/p/CD4e9BsJPft/?igshid=l7g80rbuv1zr

[amphtaminedreams]

Cannes Film Festival 2019: Best Dressed

Forget the Met Gala everyone, real ones know that the Cannes Film Festival is the fashion event of the year! In part because it lasts for 12 whole days so there’s more content to sit there in my pyjamas analysing but also because it’s way less hyped up and thus less likely to leave you disappointed, a fate I’ve now resigned myself to with the Met. For almost 2 weeks, the richest, most out of touch people in the world spend their days looking pretty on a red carpet and judging films; I should be grossed out, but it’s more a case of just wishing I was there. So I present to you a collection of my favourite looks! 

Winnie Harlow (left), in Jean Paul Gaultier here, was one of my stand outs this year. Yes, I remember her from America’s Next Top Model and yes, I’m going to blame the edit, because LOOK AT THAT FUCKING STANCE. I’m in awe. This is my favourite look of hers this year (mostly because of this particular moment) but it’s the first of a few I’m going to bang on about. On the right is Priyanka Chopra in Georges Hobeika, complemented by the walking accessory that is Nick Jonas.

Priyanka and Nick’s daytime looks were beautiful too (left), and if you’re not paying attention to the Cannes daytime looks YOU SHOULD. Stefanie Giesinger (right)’s outfit is sleek and crisp and effortless and everything I want to emulate but also a lot more accessible than the average red carpet look.

Similarly, here we have Izabel Goulart (left), Caroline Daur (both of the middle looks), and Chloe Sevigny (right), out and about in Cannes all looking elegant (I mentally pronounced that RuPaul saying eloquent) as fuck. I imagine a lot of these pieces cost more individually than I will ever have collectively in my bank account at one time, but there you go. I imagine they could be replicated for a lot less.

But, let’s go back to the red carpet so we can talk about Winnie Harlow again, lmao. I desperately want to know who her stylist is because her Richard Quinn dress (far left) complements her skin tone perfectly AND the accessories are PERFECT, which I’m impressed by because I feel celebrity stylists often tend to go over the top in that regard. Winnie’s Ralph and Russo look (far right) also flawed me; @ mystery stylist, I bow down. Elsa Hosk reminded us all that gloves can be subtle and looked as ethereal as ever in a white, puff sleeved Redemption dress (second to right) and the things I would do for Maya Henry’s Ralph and Russo dress (second to left) are unholy.

Of course Georges Hobeika, Zuhair Murad and Gimabattista Valli (invented the phrase Holy Trinity) dresses made an appearance, and I internally weeped as saving photos of them to my phone is the closest I’ll probably ever get to owning one. Left to right here we have Ana Beatriz Barros in Hobeika, Valery Kaufman in Zuhair Murad, Bianca Brandolini d’Adda in Giambattista Valli x H&M (more on that in a minute), and Shanina Shaik in Georges Hobeika too.

See, it was a good day for the Giambattista Valli x H&M collaboration because Kendall Jenner (far left) wore one of the dresses too, and it was probably her most iconic Cannes moment, not counting those photos of her and Bella Hadid laughing in rich on that yacht. Ultimate Victoria’s Secret model (trash company but it has given us some goddesses, let’s be real) Adriana Lima also looked phenomenal in Ester Abner, and Natasha Poly (second to left) and Josephine Skriver (far right) were born to wear Atelier Versace and Alberta Ferretti, clearly. The shade of Josephine’s lipstick is a beautiful touch.

Honestly, these were my initial 3 favourite looks of the whole festival. I’m a simple girl, I’ll pretty much lay down my life for anything blue or tulle, so obviously, Alina Baikova in Zuhair Murad (left) is one of my favourites. For the same reason, minus the blue part, I adore Araya Hargate’s Ralph and Russo dress, and CAN WE TALK ABOUT ELLE FANNING (right)!? The poor girl feinted after one of her red carpets and we could have a whole conversation about how fucked up it is that a sample size was so tight on a very slim woman that it caused her to lose consciousness, but for now, I’m just going to commend her for her services to fashion because it’s almost 1am and I need to get some bloody sleep. Regardless, the finishing touch of the flowers in the hair make this my favourite of Elle’s Cannes looks, and the dress is by Valentino.

More red carpet stand outs were, from left to right, Pixie Lott (yes, I didn’t know she was still doing her thing either but power to her, despite the fact Mama Do plays approximately 73 times a day at my work) in Yanina Couture, Madison Headrick in Ashi Studio Spring 2019 Haute Couture, and Michelle Rodriguez in Rami Kadi.

Farhana Bodi’s (far left) was stunning in a cobalt Atelier Zuhra gown, as were Hina Khan in Ziad Nakad (second to left) and Chris Lee in Gucci (far right). I kind of live for witnessing a lavender pixie cut a la vegan, marxist twitter on a stuffy red carpet, and I will also take a reprieve from this breakneck speed to congratulate DJ Kiddy Smile (second from right) for doing what Harry Styles should’ve at the Met. This is spitting in the face of toxic masculinity, men, not wearing a sheer blouse; your endless supply of pink suits can’t save you from our criticisms forever (I like Harry Styles, this is a joke, please no one hurt me).

Next we have, from left to right, Diana Penty in Nedo by Nedret Taciroglu, Elle Fanning again stepping on all our necks in Dior, and on the far right, Eva Longoria in Alberta Ferretti. Now, 3 things: firstly, I stupidly saved the 3rd photo without including a note of who she is or who her dress is by and so if anybody happens to read this and knows, HELP A GIRL OUT. Secondly, I still stan Eva Longoria for playing Gabby Solis in Desperate Housewives which is the most slept on show amongst millennials and I wanted to use this opportunity to make a passionate PSA and say EVERYONE WATCH IT so references from it (”Rex cries when he ejaculates” anyone?) can become part of our cultural zeitgeist again. Finally, Elle fucking Fanning, can you let us breathe, please? This old Hollywood inspired Dior look is so simple but probably one of my favourite looks from the whole festival because who knew it was possible to simultaneously look so glamorous and yet also so soft? It’s timeless.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Taylor Hill makes the best dressed list twice. Obviously, she could wear a bin bag and look beautiful, but her stylist knows just how to elevate the whole angelic, other worldly being thing she has going on, and she was stunning in Ines Di Santo (left) and Fendi (middle) at the Rocketman premiere. Bella Hadid brought the same divine energy in a white, tulle Dior dress (far right).

Another one of Elle Fanning’s flawless Cannes moments was courtesy of Gucci (far left). On its own, I don’t think this dress would catch my attention as much as it did BUT the cape detailing with the red lipstick and the hair pulled back makes this outfit a stand out for me. To Elle’s right are Natalia Vodianova in Atelier Versace (second from the left), and Lea Seydoux (second from right) and Stacy Martin (far right) both in Louis Vuitton.

I’m gonna take a small break from Elle Fanning to fangirl over Guan Xiao Tong in Atelier Versace (far left). The quality of the photo I saved wouldn’t be out of place on 13 year old me’s HTC phone but I also think nothing captures how beautiful the structure of Guan Xiao’s dress was better than a semi aerial shot, and the same goes for Sririta Jensen in Michael Cinco (far right). Now back to admiring Elle Fanning, in Ryan Lo (second from left) and Vivienne Westwood (second from right).

Her daytime looks are just as good. Elle wears Marc Jacobs on the left, Miu Miu on the far right, and I have no bloody idea on the middle. If you’re reading this and you know, HMU. I promise, it’s not me being lazy; Elle.com doesn’t know either.

To go back to red carpet looks, I loved Izabel Goulart in Valentino Couture (left) looking like she just killed her husband, Dracula, after a domestic that resulted from her draining the blood of his afternoon snacks (I’m coming for your gig, Stephenie Meyer). Coco Rocha looked incredible in Elie Saab (middle); I’m surprised this was the only one of her dresses that stood out to me this year because I really like her designs. God knows I have spent far too long imagining myself in one. Lastly in this photoset, there’s Leomie Anderson in Rami Kadi (right) and, like, WOW.

Now, I’m going to whizz through these last few photosets. First is Sara Sampaio in Armani, then Alina Baikova in Zuhair Murad, Charlotte Gainsbourg in Christian Dior Haute Couture, and finally Sui He on the far right. I’m not sure who she’s wearing and Harper’s Bazaar and reverse image search is giving me dust so as always, if you’re reading and you know, hmu.

From left to right here: Stella Maxwell in Atelier Versace, Martha Hunt in Monique L’Huillier, Gayle Rankin in Delpozo and Dua Lipa in Valentino.

L-R: Madison Beer in Georges Hobeika (STUNNING, and I just read on Twitter that there was a gun pulled out at one of her concerts which is insane, and how has it become so commonplace in the states that something like that doesn’t make headline news?), Chloe Sevigny (again, I stan) in Miu Miu, and Hailey Clauson in Ralph and Russo.

L-R: Elle Fanning in Reem Acra (another fucking beautiful cape!), Elsa Hosk in Alberta Ferretti (Cannes 2019 has been GREAT advertisement for Alberta and power to her, am I right?), Jasmine Tookes in Zuhair Murad (I have LOVED this dress ever since its runway debut and there are few human beings out there who would do it more justice than Jasmine), and finally Araya Hargate again in Atelier Versace.

To finish, Eva Longoria’s sleek all camel day look is more of Alberta Ferretti doing what she does best, high fashion Twitter darling Sasha Luss’s dress is couture Chanel, and so is Margot Robbie’s. It’s the delicate touch of the plaits that I love with Margot’s look and Eva looks radiant, and both are a final reminder NOT TO SLEEP ON CANNES’ DAYTIME FASHION.

All in all, Cannes produced just as many extortionately expensive fairy princess looks as ever and, as always, I lived for it. I love dark, grungy fashion but still, the little girl in me can’t beat feathers, satin and sequins; there’s no event better suited for vicariously living out my French vanilla fantasy. 

It also brings together two of my favourite things in life: films and fashion. Call me a basic bitch, but I’m very excited for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (though I am conflicted about whether to see it in cinemas considering I just found out Leonard DiCaprio has known his current girlfriend since SHE WAS 11, like, what the fuck?), Portrait of a Lady on Fire sounds incredible, and I plan on seeing Rocketman this week.

If you read all this post all the way to the end, I hope you enjoyed it!

Lauren x

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23. Je moet hier ook betalen voor papieren tassen

25/02/2020

Hallo vanuit mijn warme bedje. Ja, het is 12:33 en ik lig nog in mijn pyjama in bed, maar er is een reden.

Ik heb namelijk weer eens slecht geslapen. Deze keer niet wegens een rare droom (ik herinner me de andere nachtmerrie weer: ons huis stond in de fik) of wegens de hitte... nu had ik knallende koppijn.

Toch had ik gedroomd dat Lego Harry Potter 5 - 7 geen Lego had??? Huh????? Is dit een teken dat ik 1 - 4 even moet laten voor wat het is om verder te gaan met 5 - 7?

Ergens ben ik toch in slaap gevallen. Ik werd wakker met iets minder erge hoofdpijn en ik heb ontbeten. Ma zegt dat je geen paracetamol op een lege maag moet nemen, dus ik moest maar iets langer lijden.

De anderen waren al wakker en iedereen heeft het over Corona. De universiteit heeft al gezegd dat mensen die recentelijk in Italië zijn geweest, niet meer maar de lessen mogen komen en 14 dagen binnen moeten blijven. Mijn faculteit heeft ook voorzorgsmaatregelen verspreid. Slovenië wilde zelfs de grenzen dicht doen, maar dat mag niet zomaar.

Barbara is boos daarover. Slovenië beloofde Italië te helpen als er iets zou gebeuren en nu is er iets gebeurd en draaien ze Italië de rug toe. Ik snap Barbara's frustraties. Ik vroeg of haar familie in de besmette gebieden zit. Gelukkig niet, maar de gemeente naast die van haar familie is wel dicht wegens het virus, dus natuurlijk is ze ongerust.

Dus ja dat was het leuke gespreksonderwerp van het ontbijt.

Toen heb ik eindelijk een paracetamol gepakt en ben ik mijn bedje in gegaan. Iets later heb ik nog een halve paracetamol genomen. Ik heb altijd maar 1 paracetamol genomen wegens ondergewicht, maar ik ben iets bijgekomen, dus ik denk soms dat het niet meer genoeg is 🤷🏻‍♀️. Ik ben geen arts. Anouk van appartement 3 was toevallig bij ons om de magnetron te gebruiken en zij heeft een pilletje door midden gesneden voor mij. Zelf ben ik te zwak.

Er is een reden dat pap me Spongebob noemt.

Ik was eigenlijk van plan om mijn vrije dag anders te besteden. Mijn plan was om de main street richting het centrum te ontdekken. Er is namelijk de Mantis (can't let it go, can I?), een Action-achtige winkel, een Aziatische supermarkt en nog wat andere kleine dingen.

Ik voel me iets beter dan eerder. Ik zit nu zelfs op mijn telefoon. Net ging dat niet met de hoofdpijn, dus ik denk dat ik weer eens migraine had, maar nu niet. Ach, ik heb geen haast. Ik heb een vrije dag.

Wel wil ik iets doen. De hele dag in bed liggen helpt niet echt met het plan om mijn slaapritme te verbeteren. Morgen heb ik mijn eerste ochtendcollege (hoera) dus ik wil een beetje fris en fruitig aanwezig zijn. Het is een 4 uur lange les. En daarna heb ik rond 16:00 weer een 4 uur lange les, want ik heb dus toch nog dat vak toegevoegd.

Gisteravond heb ik wel de film To All The Boys I've Loved Before gekeken terwijl ik een shitte waterverf landschap aan het schilderen was (ten ere van mijn favoriete kunstenaar Hector, oftewel Shitty Watercolor?) en uhm ik vond de film niet goed. Ik keek de film eigenlijk alleen maar voor de Aesthetics(TM), maar toch was ik teleurgesteld. 

Een andere film die ik echt geweldig vond, namelijk Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse, keek ik ook alleen maar voor de aesthetics (uiterlijk, kleurgebruik, animatie etc.) maar dat was ook nog een echt geweldige film.

To All The Boys viel een beetje tegen en ik heb door de laatste 50 minuten geskimd. Ik denk niet dat ik de sequel ga kijken.

Kijk... Er waren best veel goede dingen aan die film. De kostuums, de aesthetics, de cinematografie, de sets, de soundtrack, het feit dat het een Aziatisch hoofdpersonage heeft, het lichtgebruik, het kleurenpalet ... Het plot vond ik gewoon niets.

Ik denk dat ik nu nog even ga liggen, net zoals Lara Jean hierboven, en dan zie ik wel hoe de dag eruit gaat zien.

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14:22 en ik probeer weer eens te koken. Nou ten eerste spetterde de boter in mijn gezicht (gelukkig niet loeiheet) en daarna lukte het niet om mijn ei om te draaien.

Deze foto heb ik gemaakt nadat ik alles weer in de pan kreeg. Mijn poging om mijn omelet te draaien ging echt niet goed.

Ik heb net Derry Girls afgekeken. Dit is niet de beste serie, maar het hele punt van Derry Girls is dat je het kan kijken zonder echt na te denken, want eigenlijk slaat het helemaal nergens op. Soms is er iets serieus, maar de meeste tijd is er alleen maar onzin. De personages zijn allemaal dom. In een serieus iets als To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before kan dat zeer irritant zijn, maar in een serie zoals Derry Girls werkt het.

Ik heb wel echt zitten janken tijdens de laatste scène van seizoen 2, waarin James realiseert dat hij echt een Derry Girl is en hij keert terug naar Noord-Ierland. En de andere Derry Girls besluiten om het belangrijke historische moment (president Bill Clinton in Derry) te verlaten om bij hem te zijn.

Inmiddels ben ik mijn soort van omelet/soort van roerei met spek aan het eten. Mijn plan was om daarna alsnog naar de main street te gaan, maar het regent.

Het regent niet al te hard, maar dat maakt het niet beter. Aan de andere kant, volgens mijn weer app gaat het nog harder regenen rond 16:00 dus als ik wil gaan, moet het nu.

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Nu is het 16:39

Aangezien jullie de titel allang gelezen hebben, weten jullie dat ik dus even naar de main street ben gegaan. Het was fris buiten, maar het was droog. Ik luister nu naar de NO-BC (? New Off-Broadway Recording) van The Last Five Years. Deze musical gaat over een vijfjarige relatie die helemaal misloopt. Zowel Jamie als Cathy vertellen dus versie van het verhaal en ze wisselen elkaar af. Maar Cathy vertelt het verhaal vanaf het eind naar het begin, terwijl Jamie het vanaf het begin naar het eind vertelt. Ze ontmoeten elkaar in het midden op hun huwelijksdag.

Maar ja, main street!

Het is niet echt een mooi plaatje. Het is gewoon een mega drukke straat met allerlei winkels en bedrijfspanden aan de zijkant. 

Als eerste ging ik naar de TEDi, een origineel Duitse winkel. Het is de Action + Flying Tyger + Big Bazaar in één. Hier kocht ik wat markeerstiften en een kussentje voor deze zeer oncomfortabele bureaustoel. 

Er was ook een rij met nep doodshoofden, maar ik had echt geen reden om een glanzend doodshoofd mee te nemen.

Dus ja, een grote papieren zak kost 30 cent. Ik dacht al dat je hier ook betaalt voor een papieren zak, want bij de H&M kostte het 10 cent. Gelukkig had ik Ed the Cat bij me, dus ik heb weer een paar cent bespaard. Nu snap ik wel waarom zoveel winkels in Slovenië zoveel shoppers verkopen. 

Toen ging ik naar de Hoffner, oftewel de Aldi, gewoon om te kijken. Ana en Tadeja praatten altijd over hoe dit de beste supermarkt is. Het is gewoon een Aldi, dus niets speciaals, zoals verwacht. Ik wilde niet awkward overkomen, dus ik kocht een doosje mini Bueno’s en een kleine bus naturel Pringles. 

Ik ging nog een keer proberen om de Mantis te vinden en ik kon alleen oversteken m.b.v. een subway (Britse versie, niet de Amerikaanse, helemaal niet de broodzaak). Nou, blijkbaar was deze subway een ondergronds afvallige winkelcentrum.

Het stonk en het zag er niet uit, maar er waren veel winkels (grotendeels naaiateliers en kledingwinkels) en ook een groot aantal mensen. Er was nog een deel, maar de deur naar dit andere deel zat dicht met gele duct tape, dus ik besloot weer naar boven te gaan om de Mantis te zoeken.

Zoals gedacht moest ik weer een ondergronds winkelcentrum in. Deze was veel schoner en moderner, maar helemaal leeg. De leegstand in Heerlen is er niets bij.

Ik zie nu pas dat deze foto heel slecht is, maar je ziet het verschil tussen de twee ondergrondse winkelcentra. Er waren wel een paar winkeltjes open en er was een restaurant, maar ik had de hele tijd zo’n horrorfilm gevoel. Ik liep daar in mijn eentje in een zeer kale en zeer schone lange gang. Eén deel leidde me zelfs naar de duct tape deur.

En de Mantis? Niet gevonden. Er was wel nog een andere ingang en ik denk dat er misschien nog een verdieping onder deze kelder zat, maar uhm, ik had dus een horrorfilm gevoel. Of de winkel is permanent gesloten. Alsnog, veel leegstand.

Fuck de Mantis. Ik heb vrij op de de dag dat Animal Crossing uitkomt, dus ik heb tijd om naar BTC te gaan. Of ik koop het alsnog digitaal.

Als laatste ging ik naar de kleine Thaise supermarkt genaamd Thai Asia Shop. Deze winkel ligt bovengronds, maar hiervoor moest ik ook weer een gebouw in. Vanaf de buitenkant is dat niet te zien, dus ik moest even zoeken voor de ingang. Gelukkig weet ik inmiddels dat vhod het Sloveense woord voor ingang is. Is dit hele gedeelte van de main street (Astra) gewoon een deel met vage winkelcentra? 

Ach, hier kocht ik drie bapaos. Ze hadden ook nog eens Nederlandse verpakkingen. Toen nam ik de mega volle bus naar huis. Dichtbij de uitstap stonden een paar mensen met Bijbels. Deze mensen zijn ook echt overal met hun doel om zieltjes te winnen.

Dus ja, dat is mijn grote uitstap vandaag. Ik dacht er gisteren aan om misschien naar de Parliament Tour te gaan, net zoals Caroline en Sanne, maar die werd last minute geannuleerd. Ze stonden allemaal te wachten in de regen en toen kregen ze een e-mail met het nieuws. 

Bless.