#Zac Posen Life

[theolsentimes]

MARKTbeauty, September 2010

Photography: Jason McDonald Hair: Mark Townsend Makeup: Eric Polito Fashion Director: Estee Stanley Art Director: Frank Rust Written By: Beauty Girl Clothing: The Row

Gaining fame before your first birthday could mess with a person’s head. Unless, of course, you’re Ashley Olsen, and you were born with an insatiable desire to work—and to succeed, at that. At the age of twenty-four, she’s starred in countless TV shows, a handful of movies, recorded an album, interned for Zac Posen, written a book, inspired fashion movements, edited a magazine and launched three distinct, uber-successful fashion lines. So it’s fitting, then, that her proudest accomplishment has nothing to do with fame. Instead, it’s decidedly business-oriented. “Our most important accomplishment was gaining control of our company and taking our future into our own hands,” she told us this fall. You might also think that this young mogul, who’s been named to Forbes’s Celebrity 100 list multiple times, spends her free time swilling champagne in exclusive clubs, jetting to exotic locales and generally embracing The Good Life. Not so. “My idea of relaxing is staying home and spending time with my friends, my dog and doing yoga whenever I can,” she said. Perhaps it’s this innate business savvy mixed with her chilled-out, low key outlook that’s responsible for her success. When asked about her long-term career goals, Olsen didn’t wax poetic about expanding her empire. Instead, she responded humbly and without missing a beat: “Making it through fashion week.” Point taken.

[mariaiahmad]

Met Gala: The Art of Costume Design

Charles James (American, born Great Britain, 1906–1978) “Tree” (1955)

As the first Monday of May approaches, I can’t help but reminisce about the year I discovered the Met Gala and the art of Costume Design.

The Met Gala is a charity benefit held by Vogue’s editor-in-chief, Anna Wintour, to fundraise for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Held annually, Designers and celebrities come together to create unforgettable looks in the name of the Met Gala’s theme. The event also marks the beginning of the MET’s spring display.

In 2014, I had been travelling and being home-schooled. I began spending my free time making short films and fashion illustrating. I’d spend time watching films and recreating costumes from characters I would see on screen. I had been illustrating designs from Funny Face (1957) which happened to introduce one of my favourite actresses, Audrey Hepburn, as well as the famous costume designer, Edith Head. I began watching more of Hepburn’s work and discovered her relationship with the fashion designer, Hubert de Givenchy. I learned of Hepburn and Givenchy’s collaborations and would watch films such as Sabrina (1954) and Charade (1963) with heart eyes in admiration of the beautiful designs.

The month of May came along, my dad had brought me a newspaper (knowing I was illustrating) which featured the headline of that day, the Met Gala. I was immediately stunned and introduced to the event by a picture of Sarah Jessica Parker wearing Oscar de la Renta. It was a dress which I remember analysing and finding beauty in the originality. I immediately needed to know who designed the dress.

Another design which caught my eye – Dita Von Teese wearing Zac Posen, who was also in attendance. The dress’ silhouette was unlike anything I had seen before. The colours were daring and unlike anything I had seen on a dress before. I couldn’t believe that after watching films and adoring designs on screen, there were events which embraced and celebrated expressive fashion designs.

Filmmaking had felt far out of reach, I hadn’t heard of or seen anyone in films or behind films that looked like me. I didn’t even consider it because I figured, it was a dream and not reality. Design, on the other hand, was tangible. I was illustrating my designs and tying stories with them. I began realising very quickly that I enjoyed writing, creating, and finding characters. Fashion design happened to be a medium which can express an individual’s style, circumstances, and personality. Particularly in film, I find that costume design is an excellent introduction to finding out about characters. That also translates into real life. I enjoy creative expression and individuality from myself as well as other characters and people. After all, the world is a stage. Dress for it how you wish. I approach writing starting with character, always. So now when I look back, it is not much of a surprise that I find myself attracted to fashion design when curating stories. Fashion expresses without conversation. It expresses without any explanation.

After reading the newspaper back to front of the various designs, I grabbed hold of a laptop and began investigating and researching the designers I had come across and the theme of that year was ���Charles James: Beyond Fashion”. I couldn’t believe it. The Met Gala was raising money for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and particularly gave many costume designers in the industry a chance to showcase their talents. I saw pictures of the designs showcased in the museum that year and I began sketching Sarah Jessica Parker and Dita Von Teese’s looks. Then heavily researched and sketched the works of Oscar de la Renta, Zac Posen and Charles James. The silhouettes, colours and originality caught my eye, and I began creating my designs and eventually tying characters, backgrounds and a story to them. It was to my dismay when I found out later that year that Oscar de la Renta had unfortunately passed away. Oscar de la Renta had created an astounding life for himself as a fashion designer and someone who inspired and taught me about design.

Audrey Hepburn and Oscar de la Renta during 1988 Council of Fashion Designers of America Awards at Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, New York, United States. (Photo by Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)  

Since then, I have habitually reading Vouge articles, watching fashion documentaries and analyses, watching fashion weeks, noting upcoming designers and learning fashion history. It was a hobby and art form I keep personal. The need and desire to understand a character, an emotion or a period in history from clothes was my understanding of my fascination. That particular summer, after hearing of the Met Gala, I remember beautiful blissful days of illustrating designs of my own, imagining as if I were designing costumes for the Met Gala and eventually films. I began writing short stories with characters I got to know better as I illustrated costumes as a form of research.

It is safe to say that fashion designing, illustrating and textile design have always been a big part of my discovery and love for storytelling. Since then, I have been designing in various forms. I cherish and continue to illustrate design as my passion and devote most of my time always expressing and telling stories in various art forms. The Met Gala is a staple in my discovery for storytelling and developed into my annual invitation to reminisce about creativity and self-expression. I continue to illustrate to spark ideas and pay homage to the beginning of my creative endeavours as well as, most importantly, storytelling.

Maria Ahmad

[emilieautumnarchives]

And the Plague Spreads On...

Posted: February 16, 2008 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archive

Dear Plague Rats, I hope you enjoyed Anti-Valentines Day! I did. I got the Rats a massive new house on wheels (so they can drive it) and installed a trapeze in my cell. Then, I ate so many chocolate truffles hanging upside down that I made myself ill and forgot to drink the champagne. Such is life… All auctioned treasures will be shipped by the Rat Crew on Monday, thank you for contributing to the Asylum Stage Show Fund (we’ll do you proud), and enjoy your teapots and poetry, but try not to spill your tea on the poetry, although that’s what I do every day. In other news: An otherwise boring-as-fuck fashion season has yielded but two points of interest for me, the first of which you have already seen (mouse ears at Zac Posen in NY), and now, I bring you, Kina Fernandez at Cibeles Fashion Week in Spain, Feb. 14th:

[6 missing photos]

Rock the cheek heart, my muffins! Spread the (anti) love! From the Asylum, Ward B, Cell W14, EA

[ginalover]

Gina and Leslie Mann catch up at the Charles Finch and Chanel Pre-Oscar Awards Dinner in Los Angeles 02/08/2020

If you didn’t know: Gina and Leslie were in a movie together! Blockers was hilariously funny and Gina’s role was quite... interesting. Go and see it now, available to stream at the usual online venues!

[hollywood-fashion]

Aja Naomi King in Zac Posen at the Cannes Film Festival premiere for Une Vie Cachée (A Hidden Life) on May 19, 2019.

[buriedinbaltimore]

Imagine the foxes playing two truths and a lie...

The upperclassmen start playing it as a drinking game one night and Neil is intrigued. Andrew is also intrigued but doesn’t show it and refuses to play.

They are all already pretty tipsy, with Kevin, Matt, Nicky, and Aaron pretty much drunk.

Allison goes first, she has an amazing poker face and calmly says all three statements with no facial twitches or vocal cues. “my first car was a Toyota Camry (truth), my prom dress cost over $10k (lie), and I once made out with Miley Cyrus (truth)”

Renee, Neil, and Aaron guess right, Matt, Dan, Kevin, and Nicky have to drink.

Then it’s Matt’s turn and he is terrible, he starts snickering before he opens his mouth. “I��ve swam with sharks (truth)” he says, but he cannot control his face and it keeps contorting as he tries to maintain a neutral expression. He takes a deep breath to try and control his giggles, “my favorite flower is sunflowers (truth)” then he can’t hold it in anymore and starts hysterically laughing and chokes out, “My favorite city in the world is Newark, NJ (lie)”

Everyone gets it right and Matt has to drink.

Dan is next, she goes for the “one of these is so out there and crazy it can’t be a lie...or is it?” method.

((It is.))

“I’ve never shot a gun (truth), as a kid my favorite food was celery with ranch dressing (truth), and when I was 18 I won the lottery but the ticket was ruined and I couldn’t claim the money (lie)”

Aaron jumps in with “Obviously you never won the lottery, how would you even know if the ticket was destroyed”

Dan has her story ready. “When I first turned 18, I played the same numbers every week. It went on for a few months when my numbers were picked, but by that point playing was more of a habit than anything else and I wasn’t too careful with my tickets. I searched for it everywhere and found that I left it in my jeans pocket when I did my laundry.”

Allison asks what the numbers were, and Dan answers with no hesitation, which makes Allison tilt her head and stare into Dan’s eyes. Dan looks back without guile, totally relaxed.

Nicky is looking at her with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open and asks how much money she would have won

When Dan answers $53 million dollars Nicky gasps and Matt groans.

Neil, Renee, and Allison get it right, but everyone else falls for it.

When its Nicky turn he forgets to say a lie.

He is sitting there trying to come up with something for what feels like forever while every goads him for taking so long.

Finally, after waiting 5 minutes, Kevin says “I’m going because Nicky obviously can’t come up with anything” and Nicky jumps across Kevins lap and goes “No no no no no, I’ve got it!”

Without moving off Kevin he says “I’m allergic to shellfish, I died my hair green once, and I’ve read all the twilight books three times“ He moves back to his spot looking pleased with himself.

Everyone starts discussing theories until Andrew says in his bored, flat voice, “Nicky, those are all true”

Nicky starts to protest, thinks for a second, then just says “Fuck!” and takes a shot.

Kevin rolls his eyes so hard that his entire head rotates then says, while slightly slurring, “Okay, my turn! I’ve played a game of pick up basketball once (lie), I know all the lyrics to We Didn’t Start the Fire (truth), and I’ve traveled to over a dozen countries (truth).”

Matt starts hysterically laughing again, “You know all the lyrics to We Didn’t Start the Fire! oh my god Kevin you are such a nerd!” everyone else starts laughing at Kevin too.

“Maybe I do, maybe it’s the lie!”

“Everyone knows you’ve never played a sport besides Exy in your life Kevin” Dan says, “Will you sing it for us? Please, please, please!”

Allison, Nicky, and Matt join Dan in asking Kevin to sing. Renee even says, “It would be lovely to hear you sing it Kevin” to which Kevin blushes a little and answers, “Maybe later” and then takes his shot.

Aaron is drunk enough at this point to spill some truths he otherwise never would, and will wish for the rest of his life that he never had.

“When I was little, I wanted to be a figure skater when I grew up.(truth)”

Everyone goes completely silent and stares at him unsure whether to laugh or not but he doesn’t realize and continues

“The first time I got high I thought the squirrels in the tree wanted to adopt me as their squirrel king (truth), and I hate Taylor Swift (lie)”

No one says anything at first, and just when Aaron starts to realize something is up, Nicky says “Nah man, you LOVE T. Swift, you can’t deny it!”

They collectively make a silent agreement to ignore this new information about Aaron until he sobers up a bit and can either defend himself, or will be more fun to tease.

In the end, everyone but Renee guesses right, but she guessed wrong on purpose because she didn’t think that Aaron should be having any more to drink.

When it’s Renee’s turn, she smiles sweetly and says, ”I can juggle up to 7 balls (truth), I have never drank diet soda (lie), and I once had a pet turtle named Vincent (truth).”

No one is confident about which is the lie and it is the longest the foxes debate after anyones turn. It doesn’t help that Renee refuses to answer questions, and whenever someone tries to ask her anything she just smiles and shrugs.

It comes out to Neil and Aaron getting it right, while everyone else has to drink.

“How the fuck has it never come up that you’re a master juggler?” Allison asks angrily

“It wouldn’t be appropriate to do it at practice, and we’re not really around balls much otherwise.”

Everyone asks for a demonstration, “I will juggle later if Kevin will sing.”

Everyone looks at Kevin who sighs but says “Okay, fine!”

They all cheer then wait eagerly for Neil to go.

Neil sits quietly for a little while, not as long as Nicky, but long enough that Aaron says, “Come on this should be easy for you! You lied to us all for a year, what’s the problem, the truth?”

Neil shoots him a dirty look but doesn’t respond for a few more seconds then says,

“My mom and I once helped deliver a baby at a truck stop in Alberta, I’ve been bitten by a camel, and I can speak 7 languages”

Everyone just stares at him.

“Two of those things are true?” Matt finally asks

“Yeah.” Neil says, shrugging. Everyone is silent again.

Nicky turns to Andrew for help, but he refuses to say anything. His eyes are bright with interest though and he looks at Neil for a long time. Internally, he thinks the one about helping birth a baby has something off about it.

After much debate, Allison, Kevin, and Matt guess the baby, Renee, Dan, and Aaron guess the camel, and Nicky says the languages, “No one can know SEVEN languages!! I won’t believe it!”

They all turn to Neil expectantly and he says, “It was the first one, we were just outside Vancouver, in British Columbia, not Alberta.”

“But you, Neil Josten, have helped deliver a baby?” Allison asks incredulously.

“Technically I wasn’t Neil Josten yet…”

Everyone groans. Everyone takes a shot.

Cut to 15 minutes later, Renee is juggling an exy ball, some apples, and Matt’s phone while Kevin sings. Nicky tries to sing along with Kevin but definitely doesn’t know the right words, Aaron is watching Renee wide eyed, Dan and Matt are playing air guitar behind Kevin, and Allison is looking for more things for Renee to juggle. Neil and Andrew sit quietly on a desk holding cigarettes, observing their idiot friends.  

Stories Behind the Truths and Lies

Allison

My first car was a Toyota Camry (truth) - Allison’s parents wanted her to learn how to drive in a safe car that wouldn’t draw a lot of attention, so they got her a Camry. She only drove it for 3 weeks before demanding an upgrade.

My prom dress cost over $10k (lie) - This was almost true. She had ordered a custom Zac Posen dress but before it was finalized she made her decision to go to PSU and play Exy, and her mother canceled the order. She ended up wearing something she found in a vintage store that she altered herself. She ended up enjoying it a lot, which led to her decision to study fashion. (In my hc she played professional Exy for 3? seasons but was injured and then started her fashion line.)

I once made out with Miley Cyrus (truth) - While out clubbing one night she met Miley through mutual friends, they were attracted to each other, they made out. Miley asked for her number but Allison wasn’t looking for anything more than a hook up.

Matt

I’ve swam with sharks (truth) - He did this with his mom on a vacation and they both loved it. They also have a tradition where they watch at least one night of shark week together, or at least call each other to talk while they are both watching.

My favorite flower is sunflowers (truth) - No story lol I just think he would like sunflowers.

My favorite city in the world is Newark, NJ (lie) - I love thinking about New Yorker Matt. Raised on the Upper East Side, dad a top plastic surgeon, mom a public figure? Child grew up surrounded by serious privilege. HC that in fifth grade he made friends with a boy who was on scholarship at his school. Let’s call him… Metin. He lived in Queens? He took the subway? Matt goes to his house one day and it is 1/8th the size of his apartment and there are 9 people living there; Metin’s parents, two grandparents, his uncle, his two sisters, and his cousin. They all speak Turkish in the house and it’s loud and crowded but so full of life and love and Matt loves it. He and Metin grew apart when Matt started using, but before that they were best friends for years and explored the city together, Matt learning about and experiencing so much culture that for the first 9 years of his life he didn’t know existed. When Nicky wanted to go to Times Square for New Years Matt knew he had to be a good host and take them but inside he was DYING. I’m getting off track. No New Yorker could ever like Newark. I’m not convinced anybody could like Newark. It is indeed, very laughable.

Dan

I’ve never shot a gun (truth) - Dan hates guns and refuses to shoot one.

As a kid my favorite food was celery with ranch dressing (truth) - Idk I just thought this was cute. And also thinking about young Dan who didn’t have a lot of access to healthy foods getting celery sticks and ranch with her free school lunch and getting SO excited. Trading her cookie to a classmate for their celery.

When I was 18 I won the lottery but the ticket was ruined and I couldn’t claim the money (lie) - I like to think this is part true. After Dan turned 18 but before she was recruited for the Foxes, she played lotto a lot, always with the same numbers that she got from a fortune cookie that said, “Failure is not defeat until you stop trying.” She stopped playing once she signed with Wymack.

Nicky (all truths)

I’m allergic to shellfish - Mostly I love that Andrew knew all these things about Nicky, especially his allergy because he’s always looking out to make sure Nicky doesn’t eat something he can’t.

I died my hair green once - At first, when he took custody of the twins and started showing up for them at school at stuff, he hated the looks he got. He was a 19 year old kid who was supposed to be their guardian? Not to mention the way people eyed his skin and hair when he said he was family. One day he decided to dye his hair blond and he asked Andrew and Aaron to help, to try to bond. Aaron wanted nothing to do with it, but surprisingly, Andrew seem enthusiastic about the idea. He bought the dye and did everything for Nicky in the kitchen. When he was finally done roughly washing the dye out of Nicky’s hair, Nicky went to the bathroom to see how he looked and saw that Andrew had died his hair green. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh at the prank or cry because he foolishly thought he might be getting through to Andrew. When he went back to the kitchen, he tried to laugh it off and said maybe he should go to a salon to get the color right. Andrew told him he was stupid to try and change how he looked just because people were dumb enough to think that families needed to look alike. Besides, they weren’t a family anyway.  “Family” is a toxic excuse for things people put up with, a reason we accept the tragedies and inconveniences forced upon us. (Nora’s words) Nicky was upset, and dyed his hair back to his natural color once the roots started growing in, but he reaffirmed his commitment in that moment that he would show the twins what Erik had shown him, what a family could really be.

I’ve read all the twilight books three times - Nicky was a huge fan of twilight, even going to the midnight release party for the last book. He was disappointed in the movie adaptations but loved the casting and watched for the eye candy. He is loving the twilight renaissance especially the twilight is gay discourse.

Kevin

I’ve played a game of pick up basketball once (lie) - Kevin has never played a game of basketball, or soccer, or tennis, or baseball, or any other sport for that matter and can not understand why anyone would want to.

I know all the lyrics to We Didn’t Start the Fire (truth) - Kayleigh Day was a big music fan, she loved everything from classical to country, but one of her favorite artists was Billy Joel. After she died and Kevin moved into Evermore, he almost forgot about her music because the music at the Nest was all chosen for pragmatic reasons, like its BPM and ability to pump the players up. One day, when Kevin was around 15 years old, a rebellious Raven played his own music while training in the weight room. He and his partner were the only ones in there until Riko and Kevin showed up, and they turned it off as soon as they realized they had come in, but Kevin heard some of “Only the Good Die Young” and for the first time in a long time had a vivid memory of his mother. He asked the boys what had been playing, and Riko scoffed at the name Billy Joel. That night while Riko was sleeping, Kevin downloaded Billy Joel’s Greatest Hits and listened until he feel asleep, and he continued listening to it for weeks until he started remembering more of his mothers songs from his childhood. We Didn’t Start the Fire was one of his favorites because history.

I’ve traveled to over a dozen countries (truth) - Between travel through Europe with his mom while she spread Exy and professional appearances he made with Riko, Kevin is the most well traveled besides Neil.

Aaron

When I was little, I wanted to be a figure skater when I grew up. (truth) - When Aaron was around four or five, he watched the winter olympics on TV and fell in love with figure skating. Tilda never bothered to get him skating lessons, but one day, when Aaron was seven, there was an attempt to revive the Ice Capades. Aaron never thought he would get to go, but Tilda surprised him with tickets. It is one of the few really good memories he has of his mom.

The first time I got high I thought the squirrels in the tree wanted to adopt me as their squirrel king (truth) - I just imagine Aaron trying his mom’s drugs for the first time alone in the back yard, laying flat on his back looking up at a family of squirrels, saying, “I’m king of the squirrels!!!”

I hate Taylor Swift (lie) - Katelyn is a HUGE Taylor Swift fan. When they first started hanging out, Aaron didn’t really like her music but didn’t want to say anything. Eventually he started associating her with Katelyn though, and he loves watching Katelyn sign and dance so much that he now genuinely enjoys her music.

Renee

I can juggle up to 7 balls (truth) - Renee always had a natural juggling talent. She never really tried to learn, it was just always something she could do.

I have never drank diet soda (lie) - She does prefer non-diet soda, but she has tried diet before.

I once had a pet turtle named Vincent (truth) - Vincent was a gift from one of her mother’s boyfriends, the only one Renee ever remotely like. He was horrible to her mother, but had a soft spot for Renee and treated her kindly. They broke up after a couple of months, and he gave her Vincent as a parting gift. She had him until she got arrested, she couldn’t go back home to get him and when her mother went to prison he died.

Neil

My mom and I once helped deliver a baby at a truck stop in Alberta (lie) - This happened while Neil and his mom were on the way to Seattle. It was the middle of the night and they stopped to get gas a few hours out from Vancouver when they heard a woman screaming. There was nothing around for miles and only one other car in the lot that had been there when they pulled in. His mother immediately dropped the gas pump and Neil was already back in the car when the screaming stopped and his mother hesitated. Neil had never seen his mom hesitate with a potential threat around before, and he listened closely to try and understand why she stopped. All he heard was a woman panting harshly, but it sounded almost as though there was a rhythm to it. Mary signaled for him to get out of the car, and ordered him to grab some blankets, the first aid kit, and water bottles and follow her. They walked behind the locked public bathrooms, and found the woman squatting, with tears running down her face. Mary wasn’t very gentle or comforting, but she told the woman in a calm and confident voice that they were going to help. Neil didn’t do much, but he let the woman hold his hand and squeeze until he thought she would break it. He gave her sips of water between her contractions and did anything else his mother said. Once the baby was out, wrapped in a blanket, and in its mothers arms, Mary grabbed Neil and they left without another word to the woman. She stared after them, confused and grateful. Neil and his mother never spoke of it again.

I’ve been bitten by a camel (truth) - Neil and Mary spent a few days in Dubai to get some papers from a specialist there before traveling back to North America. The man did his business out of a racetrack where they held camel races. To get to his office, they had to travel through the back part of the track that the jockeys used to get the camels into position. Neil got too close to one of the camels and it bit his arm, luckily (or not), the jockey was in the middle of beating it and before it closed its mouth too tightly, landed a blow that caused the camel to immediately open its mouth again. Once he was freed, Neil was out of reach in a millisecond.

I can speak 7 languages (truth) - English, German, French, Russian, Hebrew, Czech, Greek. (To clarify he can speak 7 languages but he wouldn’t necessarily call himself fluent in all 7) We all know English, German, French, and Nora had a hc that Andrew and Neil learn Russian so they can talk to each other even with the cousins around which I love. Hebrew - In my hc Neil is jewish, as are Mary and Nathan. After running away, Mary didn’t know where to go once she had left her brother. She didn’t speak any other languages besides English, but she could understand Yiddish from hearing her grandparents and sometimes her parents speaking it growing up, and she could understand Polish from her time married to Nathan. She didn’t want to go to Poland in case any of Nathan’s contacts recognized her, so she decided to go to Israel. She knew there were communities there that spoke Yiddish and she was familiar if not comfortable with Hebrew from going to temple when she was younger. But most importantly she knew Nathan didn’t have any regular contacts there. While they were there, along with learning Hebrew, Mary pretended to be interested in converting to Greek Orthodox in order to get secret Greek lessons for her and Neil. After a while but sooner than she had hoped, Mary got a warning that Nathan had figured out where they were. She didn’t think it would be wise to go directly to Greece so she decided to move them to Prague next, since Czech and Polish are fairly similar and she really had no other ideas. While in Prague she continued her and Neil’s Greek lessons, and they went on to Greece eventually. Mary didn’t want them to lose any of the languages they learned, so she came up with a system that on certain days of the week they would speak to each other in certain languages. After Mary died, Neil pretty much gave up on Czech and Hebrew because he hadn’t been surrounded by them in so long and he hadn’t used either except with Mary since they moved from Prague or Israel. They had lived in Greece for longer than they had in Prague or Israel though, moving to a few different cities, so he felt stronger with Greek.

Fin. 

This is my first time writing anything fanfiction, my first time doing any creative writing at all really, and I would love any and all feedback!! Thanks for reading this long ass post, I hope it wasn’t terrible!!

[catherinepl1996]

Sin título #3182 by ceciamuedo featuring chunky-heel boots ❤ liked on Polyvore

Carven turtle neck sweater, £375 / Dion Lee green jacket, £1,125 / Rag & bone/JEAN high waisted skinny jeans, £160 / Charlotte Olympia chunky-heel boots, £610 / ZAC Zac Posen mini handbag, £225 / Elizabeth and James flower ring, £105

[amphtaminedreams]

MARCH 2021->APRIL 2021: Photo Dump No.9

DATE SAVED, L-R BY ROW:

1. 21st February 2021 [Lana Del Rey photographed out in New York, 3rd February 2012], 5th July 2020, 21st February 2021 [sourced by Gayle Wald as part of the Riot Grrl collection, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame], 30th June 2019, 3rd February 2021, 17th December 2020, 9th January 2021, 6th November 2020, 31st October 2020 [source: Etsy store CatAtelier]

2. 21st February 2021 [Balmain RTW S/S07], 21st February 2021 [source: twitter account @badgalrihrii], 18th October 2020 [Dolce & Gabbana RTW F/W18], 6th January 2021, 9th December 2020, 9th December 2020, 4th December 2020 [source unknown], 27th December 2020 [artwork by Yoshitaka Amano], 27th February 2021

3. 19th March 2021 [Bimini Bon Boulash on RuPaul’s Drag Race UK, Season 2 Episode 10], 26th January 2021 [source: instagram account @theopeninvite], 11th January 2021, 13th November 2019 [Olafur Eliasson: In Real Life exhibition @ Tate Modern, Bankside], 28th February 2021, 17th January 2020, 28th January 2021, 28th July 2020 [source unknown], 13th April 2019 [Marchesa RTW F/W16]

4. 27th February 2021 [Zoe Kravitz photographed on the set of The Batman, October 2020], 20th March 2021, 19th March 2021, 30th March 2021, 25th March 2021, 21st March 2021, 24th August 2018, 21st March 2021, 23rd March 2021 [Taylor Momsen photographed in London at Wireless Festival, 2011]

5. 30th March 2021, 19th October 2019 [source: instagram account @anxietybees], 5th February 2021 [still from Marie Antoinette, 2006, dir. Sofia Coppola, image editor unknown], 24th March 2021, 10th February 2021 [source: instagram account @crystalmethangel], 29th November 2020, 27th March 2021, 6th November 2020, 28th January 2019 [still from The Aristocats, 1970, image editor unknown]

6. 5th August 2020, 9th April 2021 [Vogue Taiwan cover, April 2021 issue], 1st March 2020 [source unknown], 26th April 2019 [the Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities, Bethnal Green], 1st October 2020, 31st March 2021, 31st March 2021, 12th September 2020 [Lana Del Rey for Interview Magazine Russia, February 2012 issue], 18th August 2020 [Camden Town, London Borough of Camden]

7. 1st April 2021 [Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen in HBO’s Game of Thrones, Season 1 Episode 6], 9th January 2021 [Borsa Chancery bag by Vivienne Westwood, image source unknown], 18th May 2019, 22nd June 2019 [source: instagram account @werenotreallystrangers], 1st February 2020, 8th January 2021 [Christian Dior Haute Couture F/W04], 31st March 2021, 9th April 2021 [Kate Moss photographed out in London, 16th January 2007], 31st March 2021

8. 27th August 2020, 19th March 2021 [source unknown], 1st March 2021, 4th April 2021 [print by Juan Caicedo], 25th March 2021, 31st March 2021, 4th April 2021 [Lily Allen photographed performing at Bestival, Isle of Wight, September 2006], 14th March 2021 [The Lovers from the Rider Waite tarot set, published in 1909], 29th March 2021

9. 3rd January 2021 [source: instagram account @demiiwhiffin/tumblr user @demiiwhiffin], 25th March 2021, 9th April 2021, 31st March 2021, 9th April 2021, 15th August 2020, 21st February 2021 [source: instagram account @moonmilli], 28th March 2021, 1st June 2019

10. 1st March 2021, 15th February 2019 [source unknown], 26th August 2020, 10th April 2021 [Zac Posen RTW S/S13], 28th May 2021 [Hunter Schafer as Jules Vaughn in HBO’s Euphoria, Season 1 Episode 6], 4th November 2020 [Kendall Jenner photographed wearing lace trim mini dress by Versace, 6th September 2019], 22nd October 2019, 27th March 2021 [source: Pinterest user @cosmiclattea], 15th February 2021 [still from Wonder Showzen: Disc 1, aired 2005]

[dreamerslair]

Can we please have an affordable version of this?? Like I would love to walk around in something that gorgeous every day if my life.

Zac Posen’s gown for Claire Danes for the Met Gala

[helloprettybb]

champagne dream

I know I keep saying this, but I have so many fics in the works, just very little motivation. Smut is easy and plot is cool so I’m going to combine them. Also, for the dress, look up zac posen spring 2014 red dress. 

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: you and steve are very different people. where you are flirtatious and spontaneous, he’s uptight and patient. whenever the two of you are in a room together, tension is high, but not in the way the team thinks.

warnings: smut, unprotected (use a damn condom), cursing

word count” 4.2k

This place sucks. Steve misses the days where champagne was a luxury and owning more than one suit was rare. But here he is, stuck in Tony’s tower for the next five or six hours doing nothing but drinking alcohol, which is exponentially less fun when it doesn’t affect you, and people watching. 

He spots a man in a nice pressed suit, who looks about Steve’s physical age. Steve doesn’t know his name so he’s probably some wealthy businessman or policymaker. Judging by the pale mark around his left ring finger and slicked-back hair, the man is looking to get lucky today. Steve’s suspicions are confirmed when the man breezes past him and a cloud of cologne follows.

Steve moves his gaze to a young woman. Unlike the other guests, she’s dressed in a modest dress that looks much cheaper than everyone else’s. When she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, Steve spots a pen. He rolls his eyes when he realizes a reporter managed to sneak her way in. Her black clutch probably holds her notebook and phone.

Turning his attention away from the supposed reporter, his eyes land on you. God, you’re breathtaking. You’re effortless and graceful as you waltz from one guest to another. You lay the charm on thick with your playful eyes and dazzling smile. Everyone you meet either wants to be you or sleep with you and that makes Steve mad. The thought of you in someone else’s arms infuriates him and it takes everything in him to stay put. 

It wasn’t a relationship per se, or at least, a conventional one. It’s something more than friends, Steve knows that for sure, but he can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. While it started as sex only, it continuously felt less like a hookup and more like a deep connection. Sometimes Steve ends up in your bed without even having sex. 

“Steve.” He hears a quiet whisper come from his phone. It’s nearly three a.m and Steve does not want to be awake. But sadly, he’s a light sleeper who can be woken up by anything, especially his phone going off.

“Hello?” Steve asks. He probably could have read the caller id to figure out who it was, but the bright light hurts his eyes and his grogginess hinders him from figuring out the voice.

“C-Can you come to my room?” the voice shakily asks. Steve’s heart breaks a little at the helplessness and he realizes why he couldn’t figure out who it was.

“I’ll be right over, doll.” Steve responds before hanging up. He doesn’t bother grabbing a shirt as he strolls over to your room in only his boxers. When he reaches your door, he opens it slowly and the sight makes his heart break a second time. 

Your knees are to your chest and your head is buried. He closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed. Steve sits beside you and you look up when you feel the bed sink down. You’re sniffling and tears are streaming down your cheeks. 

Steve removes the hair that’s stuck to your face and asks, “What’s wrong, honey?” Steve rests his hand on your face and you lean into it a little.

“I had a bad dream.” you reply quietly, tears still in your eyes. Steve’s never seen you this shaken up and vulnerable, so it must have been a pretty bad dream. He knows you have a rough past, but he’s never pried.

So instead, he whispers, “C’mere.” Steve barely opens his arms before you fall into him. You cry into his chest as Steve soothingly rubs your back. He feels the material and notices that it’s his shirt. Steve feels his pride grow at the thought of you going to his shirt before deciding you needed the real thing. Steve’s other hand lightly strokes your hair as he attempts to comfort you. 

Your cries eventually turn to light whimpers and you pull away a little. You bite your lip unsurely and ask, “Can you sleep here?” You can’t make eye contact with him and you play with your hair a little.

“Of course,” Steve responds and you immediately meet his eyes. They’re still watery but filled with a little more life. You scoot over and lay down under the covers. Steve lays behind you and wraps his arms around your body. He buries his head in your neck and plants a light kiss on the side. Steve’s seen you naked numerous times, but somehow, you in his t-shirt, while he holds you in his arms feels more intimate and he loves it.

Steve continues to drink you in when he hears someone clear their throat beside him. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Steve turns his head to see Tony also looking at you.

Steve pulls his attention away from you and toward Tony. “Yes, I mean, anything’s better than our tactical suits.” he jokes to lose any suspicion.

Tony doesn’t seem to bite when he replies, “Hm, well it doesn’t hurt to have a body like that.” He knows Tony’s only saying that to make his blood boil, but the worst part is that it’s working.

“How would Pepper feel about you talking like that?” Steve asks to change the subject.

Tony laughs heartily and asserts, “There’s no harm in looking and it’s not like I’d actually do something.” Steve catches the emphasis and he glares a little.

“Shouldn’t you be making your rounds?” Steve questions to get the man away from him. 

Tony concedes and responds, “Yeah, I guess.” Tony grabs a glass, which may or may not have been his, from the counter and before he walks away, he says, “Hook up with her before someone else does.” Steve wants to protest, but Tony’s gone before he could get a word in.

Steve sighs and asks the bartender for another drink. Leaning against the bar, Steve looks for you again, but it seems you’ve disappeared. Steve takes a slow sip from his glass and when he sets it down, he sees you at the other end of the bar. You make eye contact with him and smile, but instead of the bright, wide one you use on strangers, it’s smaller and a bit mischievous. You only smile like that towards him and Steve knows he shouldn’t feel this way, but he can’t help but feel special. You’re holding a glass of mostly full champagne. You probably grabbed it for appearances, but either way, Steve can’t help but imagine your small hand wrapped around his-

“Having fun, Cap?” Steve’s fantasy breaks when he realizes you’re right in front of him. You’re joking with him, but almost everything you say comes off as flirtatious, especially in this atmosphere. Leaning against the bar, you join him in people-watching. 

“I am now.” Steve flirts back. He was never comfortable with flirting, but after spending time with you, he’s learned to get used to it. Steve adds, “I see you’re wearing the dress I wanted.” You laugh a little and turn to stand in front of him.

“Well, I had to reward you for not leaving marks.” you state, pulling Steve into a trance. He can feel himself subconsciously leaning towards you, but does nothing to stop it.

“You know I still left marks.” Steve leans closely so that his lips are almost touching the shell of your ear. “Only in places, I could see.”

Steve doesn’t know why you wanted him over. It’s barely two o’clock and while he would never deny a quick hook up, it seemed a bit early. When he knocks on the door, he hears a loud, ‘wait a minute’ and a rustling of clothes. After a couple more minutes, you finally let him come in. When he enters, he sees three dresses hanged up. “What’s this?” Steve asks, realizing how dense he sounded.

“I need you to help pick out a dress for the gala.” you state plainly. 

“Really?” Steve asks, quirking his eyebrow.

“Yes! Now sit!” you command as you point at your bed. Steve sighs and plops down on your mattress. You grab the three dresses and head into your bathroom. He looks around your room as he waits. He’s never had time to notice the little things because he’s usually preoccupied. But now that he has the time, he notices there isn’t much to notice. Your walls are mostly bare save for a few paintings you picked up at the thrift store. He sees the full-length mirror propped against your wall and makes a mental note to fuck you in front of it. 

Before he could continue his observing, you ask, “Ready, Steve?”

“Yes, I’m ready, doll.” he replies and you open the door. You’re dressed in a light pink dress with the straps down and your shoulders exposed. He lingers on the faded bruised on your neck before he moves down the dress. Gold embellishments connect the bodice to the skirt, which goes out and rests on the ground. A slit in front of your left thigh exposes most of your leg and stops just before your hip.

“Damn,” Steve curses, causing you to laugh. You stroll over to the full-length mirror and look at yourself.

“It’s pretty, but not my color.” you comment. Before Steve could add anything else, you are already in the bathroom. He waits another five or so minutes before you emerge again. This time in a strapless red dress. It’s much plainer than the first one, but you look just as beautiful.

“You look beautiful.” Steve states. 

This time, you don’t go in front of the mirror and claim, “It’s too bright.” Steve wants to say that you look good in everything, but he holds his tongue and you disappear into the bathroom. Steve looks down at his phone and sees that Sam asked him to work out together. 

He’s about to respond when he hears, “Okay, this is the last one.” Steve looks up and his eyes widen. It’s a darker shade of red than the last one. Held up by thin straps, it dips down slightly to expose a bit of cleavage. Red embroidered flowers dance around the front and if Steve wasn’t sold enough, you show him the back.

The fabric dips down to your hip and exposes your entire back. The tight dress shapes your ass perfectly and Steve’s jaw drops a little. You see his reaction and smile. “So is this the one?” you joke.

“Fuck yes.” Steve replies. You walk over to Steve and sit on his lap.

“Okay, but you have to promise to not leave any marks.” You kiss his neck and whisper, “I know how much you like my back.” With that, Steve flips you so that you’re beneath him and kisses you fiercely, planning to keep you there until he completely enraptures you. A couple hours later, he receives a call from a very annoyed Sam asking why he didn’t respond.

You remove yourself from the bar so that you’re standing in front of him. Setting the champagne flute behind him, you lazily wrap your arms around his neck. Steve keeps his hands just above your hips to avoid any suspicions. You seem to catch on, but instead lean closer to him. Moving your hands down to his chest, you ask with a coy smile, “Scared we’re gonna get caught, Cap?”

He responds, “Maybe. We don’t want anyone getting any ideas, right?”

You raise your eyebrow and ask, “Like what? Cause you know...” you’re so close that anybody nearby has to know something’s up. You whisper in his ear, “I’m all yours.” Steve’s mouth goes dry despite the three or so drinks. You laugh and pull away slightly. Steve desperately wants to take you to his room and fuck you into tomorrow, but he knows that he can’t just slip out.

As if some god above heard him, Steve hears a yell and numerous gasps. “You disgusting motherfucker!” a woman yells. Steve sees that she’s talking to the pressed-suit man. “How dare you come here to cheat on me?” The crowd gasps dramatically and Steve notices the secret reporter come out, notebook and pen in hand. Before Steve could continue watching the scene, he feels a tug at his hand. He looks down and sees you motion upstairs. He smiles as the two of you slip out while everyone is distracted. Steve follows you up the stairs and immediately towards his room. 

Steve doesn’t even open the door before you pull him against you and into a searing kiss. It almost takes the breath away from him as he moves against you. Steve’s hands travel to your thighs as you continue to make out. You jump and Steve moves you up so your legs can wrap around him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him like your life depends on it. With his right hand, Steve searches for the doorknob before he finally finds it and opens the door. 

He carries you to his bed and sits down with your legs straddling him. Grinding down onto his hips, you moan and the sound is heaven to Steve’s ears. Steve breaks away before kissing down your neck. He removes the straps from your dress and the front falls. He groans lowly when he sees your chest fully exposed. Steve takes your right nipple into his mouth and you throw your head back. While he sucks on your right breast, he grabs your left and plays with your nipple.

“Fuck, Steve,” you moan. Steve separates from your body and you stand up to step out of the dress. You’re completely naked except for your black thong. You frown a little and complain, “It’s unfair that I’m the only naked one.” Steve laughs and undresses so that he’s left in his boxer briefs. You climb on Steve again and move to pull him out of his briefs. Steve stops your hand and you furrow your brows.

“Patience, honey.” Steve reprimands lightly as his fingers trail up and down your thighs. You pout that cute, little pout that little gets you whatever you want. Steve stays strong and chooses to play with the thin strap of your thong. 

You whine, “Steve, I need you.” He finally gives in and moves your thong to the side. Swiping a finger through your folds, Steve groans.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, doll,” he murmurs before he slips a finger in. It goes in so easily that Steve adds a second finger soon after. He pumps his fingers, occasionally curling them up.

“You were eye-fucking me all night, Steve. How couldn’t I be?” you quip back, trying to hold back the desperateness in your voice and failing miserably.

Steve smiles with pride as he quickens the pace. He asks lowly, “So I’m the one that made you this wet? Not Bucky?” 

Why are you dancing with him? He knows that your relationship is secret, but that doesn’t mean you could grind on his best friend. But here you are, wearing a dress so short that Steve could just slip his fingers up. 

The music is loud, but all Steve could focus on is you and Bucky. Your ass is against his crotch as he wraps an arm around you. It makes Steve so angry that he almost breaks the glass in his hand. What angers Steve, even more, is that Bucky knows about the two of you. Being Steve’s best friend, he can notice the smallest differences in his mood. So when Steve started going straight to his room after missions instead of the common room, Bucky knew something was up.

Steve continues to watch you practically fuck Bucky on the dance floor when you turn to him. His scowl must be pretty obvious because you smile at him and wink. The next morning, Steve had to carry you everywhere.

You fall forward as he fucks you with his fingers. You cry out, “No, y-you. You’re the only one that can make me this wet.” Steve rewards you with a third finger. Your pants and moans grow louder and Steve knows that you’re close. Applying pressure to your clit, Steve watches as you fall apart on his fingers. You bury your head in Steve’s neck and try to muffle your moan. Your breathing starts slowing as you come down from your high.

“I wanna ride you,” you mutter into his ear, just loudly enough for him to understand. Steve obliges and pulls his briefs down. His cock springs up against his stomach. Pulling away so you can face him, you lick your lips at the sight of his throbbing dick. Pumping him gently, Steve bucks into your hand as you swipe the precum with your thumb.

Grabbing your hips, Steve helps you line up with his dick as you move his cock through your folds before sinking down. Steve mentally thanks Tony for the soundproof rooms for the first time tonight because anyone walking by would immediately know what’s going on.

You bounce on his dick as you chase your pleasure. You pull Steve into a hot kiss full of tongue and teeth. You move one hand up to his hair and card your fingers through his blond locks. You separate a little and groan, “Fuck, I-I think I might be close.” Steve helps you chase your release by moving his hand down to your clit. You’re barely doing any work as Steve’s strong grip pushes you up and down his cock. 

“Ah-ah Steve!” You exclaim as your walls clench around him. Steve slows when he feels your cum drip down your thighs and you rest your forehead on his. Breathing a little less heavy, you ask, “Can you fuck me into the mattress now?” Steve whimpers quietly at your request and slowly pulls out of you. 

You lay on the bed with your ass up. Steve strokes himself and stands behind you. He tries to control himself as he thrusts into your tight pussy. You shiver from the sensitivity and Steve starts off slow. One hand is on your hip while the other is on the middle of your back. He hears your muffled voice say ‘harder’ so he obliges. Pressing you into the mattress, Steve snaps his hips hard and fast causing your ass to shake. The air is hot and heavy as your muffled moans and Steve’s endless stream of cursing fills the room. 

Whether you’re doing it on purpose or not, you clench around Steve’s dick. “Not gonna last long if you keep doing that, honey.” Steve admits. 

You sound spacey when you respond, “Then don’t.” Your words spur Steve on and he fucks you even harder. Steve learned early on that you like it rough and dirty. He used to worry that he was hurting you but you assured him that you wanted it like that and ever since then, Steve hasn’t held back. 

He wishes he could see your fucked out expression, with your face flushed and eyes fluttering. You cum for the third time with a whine. Dazed and swimming in bliss, you mutter incoherent words beneath him.

Steve can feel himself getting close when you breathily moan, “I love you,” As soon as Steve’s ears pick up on those three words, Steve cums instantly with a long groan. Once the fuzziness in his brain dies down, he slowly pulls out. You whimper a little below him and Steve’s jaw drops as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs. The dirty sight is almost enough to turn him on again, but then a reminder pops in his head.

You said you loved him. He’s never heard you say that and now that he thinks about it, you’ve never said it to anyone. He’s heard you proclaim your love for certain foods or a particularly cute animal, but never to another person. It must mean something if you said it to him.

While those thoughts run through his head, Steve heads to the bathroom for a towel and a glass of water. After finding a clean towel and filling a glass, he comes back to see you laying flat on the bed. Your legs are spread and shaking a bit. Steve tries to restrain his smirk as he cleans you up. 

When he gets closer to your pussy, you whine quietly, “Too sensitive,”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Steve apologizes. “Here,” Steve holds the glass toward you as you turn to face him. You hum a quick thank you before grabbing the class and taking a sip. 

Steve’s mind is still stuck on his previous thought. He wants to ask you about it but then he hears you yawn. Even though he really wants to talk about what you said, he knows that there’s no point when you’re so tired. Steve takes the glass from you and sets it on the nightstand. He walks to his drawer and finds a shirt for you to sleep in.

“Thanks, Steve.” you say, yawing in the middle of your sentence. Steve takes one last look at your chest before you cover it with his shirt. You move under the covers or Steve’s bed and lay on your side. Steve lays beside you and wraps his arms around your body.

You turn to face him and mutter softly, “Thank you,”

Steve furrows his brow a little and asks, “For what?” But he doesn’t receive a response. You’re passed out beside him and Steve decides that some things will be left unspoken.

-

Steve wakes up to you laying on his chest. A thin strip of light beneath his blinds shines on your hair giving it a golden hue. Your mouth is slightly open as you sleep soundly next to him. There’s a bit of drool on his chest, but Steve doesn’t mind. It’s kind of endearing to Steve. You’re so perfect and put together, so the image of you with messy hair and dried drool on your chin is refreshing. 

Steve gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before moving to check the time. Looking at his phone, Steve is relieved to see that no one realized that you and Steve disappeared together. When he turns back to you, he sees that you’re starting to wake up.

“Good morning,” you murmur as you rub your eyes. Licking your thumb, you wipe the drool off of your chin. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten-thirty.” Steve responds and you nod. Once it seems that you’ve woken up a bit, Steve clears his throat and decides to break the ice. “So, can we talk about last night?”

You tilt your head in confusion and jokingly ask, “Um, like you fucking me into the mattress?”

Steve blushes a bit and shakes his head, “No, about what you said.” Come on, Steve, just say it. “You uh, said you loved me.” Your teasing smile immediately drops and it looks like panic fills your eyes.

“I did?” you ask, almost like you don’t believe it yourself.

“Yeah, when I was us, fucking you into the mattress,” Steve responds, mimicking your crudeness. You purse your lips a little and avert your eyes. “Did you mean it?” Steve’s confidence and feelings hang on your response.

“I-I don’t know. Do you want me to mean it?” you ask unsurely. He can tell that you’re uncomfortable. Vulnerability was never your strong suit and it was exceptionally clear now.

“I-if you want to mean it.” Suddenly Steve has become emotionally constipated, making this conversation a thousand times more difficult. You hang your head down sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really bad at talking about things like...” you trail off, not even able to say the word.

“Love?” Steve finishes.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to say without ruining what we have.” you say honestly. Steve understands your hesitance. He doesn’t want to ruin your relationship, but now it’s too late to turn back.

“Anything you say wouldn’t ruin what we have,” Steve assures. You sigh deeply before confessing.

“I do love you, Steve.” your eyes are still avoiding his like you’re scared to see his reaction. But Steve wishes you were watching to see the uncontrollable smile growing on his face.

“I love you, too, y/n.” Steve responds. You lift your head so that you’re finally looking at him. Your jaw drops slowly and your eyebrows move up in disbelief.

“You do?” you ask and Steve takes that as a sign to say it again.

“Yes, I do.” Steve says gleefully, “I love you so damn much.” 

You smile widely and you mutter in bafflement, “You love me?” Steve finds your surprise adorable and he sweeps you in his arms. Picking you up so that you’re straddling his lap, Steve pulls you into a soft, gentle kiss. The tenderness shocks Steve himself, even though he’s the one who initiated it. 

You pull away slightly so that your foreheads are still touching. You whisper softly, “Does that mean I’m your girlfriend?”

“If you want to be.” Steve replies, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You smile a wide, genuine smile and reply, “I’d love that.”

[moan-zine]

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY #MetGala 2021 |

September 14th

By Florencia Faraone 

A rather unexpected course of events has led the path for a rescheduled fashion momentum. This is no other than the MET Gala, originally held the first Monday of May, now happening in September at the usual location: the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City.The gala was a celebration of the Costume Institute’s newest exhibition, “In America: A Lexicon of Fashion,” which opens to the public on September 18th.

 Now let's get down to business, desperate times call radical minds. When it comes to entertainment, the stakes are high. And what's fashion if not, the best kind of entertainment for those of our kind? I'd like to keep it simple, we're breaking this down like this: the good, the bad, and the ugly. The guest list was star-studded, including more than a few names that Anna Wintour may sure have objected. The Gen Z generation collides with the OG fashion community.

THE GOOD Kaia Gerber serving a flaming debut in a strapless LBD by Oscar de la Renta, inspired by a gown worn by Bianca Jagger circa 1981. Kim Kardashian in head-to-toe black by Balenciaga, as a well anticipated nod to Kanye's "Donda". Lil Nas X wore not one, but three incredible gold Versace looks. Emily Blunt was a Modern-Day Ziegfeld Girl in a custom Miu Miu.

THE BAD The bad or the boring? Either way, Karlie Kloss in red by Carolina Herrera. Next up, the Biebers, who have officially done their first Met Gala together and appearently, haven't gotten the memo. Olivia Rodrigo in a Saint Laurent jumpsuit... I'm not sure what this is all about, and neither does her. Down goes the clueless. Another debut as a couple that went wrong was Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello, recreating looks that we have seen more than enough on both of them.

THE UGLY Where should we even start? For real. There's plenty of material in this department. Grimes in an Iris Van Herpen look, sword included. The reason? There is no reason, just no. Irina Shayk in Moschino: if the theme was mid-life crisis meets flower child, this would be a hit. Debbie Harry wearing a patriotic look by Zac Posen, the commitment to the theme is valued but no.

[harry-sussex]

KATIE’S TOP 10 15 BEST ROYAL WEDDING DRESSES OF ALL TIME

15.  Princess Madeleine in Valentino (Sweden, m. Christopher O’Neill, 8 June 2013)

The only thing I can say I hate genuinely about this dress is that it never sat right off her shoulders.  It looked like it was slipping and sliding all day.  Other than that, wow, this dress is gorgeous.  The color is beautiful, combined with that fantastic tiara and gorgeous veil.  Lace but not too much lace.  Absolutely beautiful! 

14.  Mette-Marit Tjessem Høiby in Ove Harder Finseth (Norway, m. Crown Prince Haakon, 25 August 2001)

I love a simple wedding dress, and Mette-Marit really hit it out of the park with hers.  I love that she was involved with the design.  I love that she accessorized really minimally to let the dress and that fabulous veil shine.  The only thing I’d like to have seen is a bit more bling in the tiara, but she still looked absolutely beautiful!

13.  Countess Olympia von und zu Arco-Zinneberg in Oscar de la Renta (France/Austria, m. Prince Jean-Christophe Napoleon Bonaparte, 19 October 2019)

This dress is so far out of my comfort zone, but it is absolutely fabulous.  So quirky, so intricate - I’m in love!  It’s classic Oscar de la Renta and it fits her beautifully.  I’m not a fan of what the cape does in the chest area and I would never, ever wear this myself but it’s a work of art!  Absolutely fabulous!

12.  Camilla Parker-Bowles in Anna and Robinson Valentine (United Kingdom, m. The Prince of Wales, 9 April 2005)

I think this is stunning for a second wedding.  The color, the gold accents, the classic Philip Treacy headpiece - absolutely magnificent.  It looks bridal without being juvenile, and it’s gorgeous while still being appropriate for the occasion.  I’ve always loved it!

11.  Crown Princess Victoria in Pär Engsheden (Sweden, m. Daniel Westling, 19 June 2010)

The combination of the simplicity of Victoria’s gown with the Cameo tiara and that gorgeous, intricate bouquet is exquisite.  The Cameo needed something simple to let it shine and Victoria and Engsheden did not disappoint.  The color and material were perfection and this is how you do an off-the-shoulder short-sleeved look!  Combined with no necklace to really let the whole look shine, this is one of my favorites!

10.  Beatrice Borromeo in Armani Privé (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 1 August 2015)

This is the first of three (yes, three) mentions of Beatrice Borromeo on this list.  She’s gorgeous and would have made a beautiful bride wearing a trash bag but this dress is something else.  It’s classic bridal with just a touch of high fashion and I love it.  That lace is so, so delicate, only someone as graceful as Beatrice could have pulled it off.  Her veil is gorgeous and although I missed a tiara, she’s literally sparkling in the delicate, shimmery fabric!

9.  Catherine Middleton in Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen (United Kingdom, m. Prince William, 29 April 2011)

What a love affair the world has with this dress, the modern icon of all wedding dresses!  It would have been easy to overwhelm Kate’s figure with a full skirt, but Sarah Burton nailed the proportions perfectly.  The lace is exquisite from her neck to her shoes.  I love how she brought back lace sleeves in bridal fashion.  The peplum detail on the back of the skirt is incredible.  It fit her like a second skin in the best way and she looked every bit the fairytale princess walking down the aisle.  Her veil was just the right length, too - not too long but not too short.  It’s no wonder this is the new iconic wedding dress!

8.  Meghan Markle in Clare Waight-Keller for Givenchy (United Kingdom, m. Prince Harry, 19 May 2018)

I’ve said before that I love a simple wedding dress, and Meghan did not disappoint.  The boat neckline was so flattering on Prince Harry’s bride, and the color and fabric were just the right combination for her.  I stood on the Long Walk during their carriage procession, and I could see Meghan coming from a mile away because she was literally shimmering in the sunlight.  I wish it was better tailored - my only true grievance - but everything else was gorgeous.  And that veil!  What can I say about that veil?  It literally sparkled in the sunlight going up the stairs to the chapel.  I can’t say enough - and the fact that it included a patch of the dress they wore on their first date?  My heart!!  If this was better tailored, it would have been top 5.

7.  Princess Eugenie in Zac Posen (United Kingdom, m. Jack Brooksbank, 12 October 2019)

The first reception dress of the list!  Eugenie’s ceremony dress was pretty, but not my style.  This, however... how could one go wrong with a pale blush cape dress that fit her perfectly?  She looks like an ethereal goddess, like she’s descended from the clouds to grace us with her presence.  The color is magnificent, the fabric so delicate.  I don’t know how it’s possible to look so beautiful and so comfortable at the same time, but Eugenie and Zac Posen really pulled it off.  This was such a pleasant surprise when comparing it to her ceremony dress - I loved it!

6.  Beatrice Borromeo in Valentino (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 25 July 2015)

Never in my life could I have imagined myself picking a purple wedding dress in a list of favorites, but here we are.  Beatrice’s civil wedding dress was everything one could have expected from her - delicate, feminine, with an almost fairy-like quality that many couldn’t even dream to pull off.  She literally looks like a goddess.  The lace overlay cape was something out of a dream, and the natural flow of the skirt is magnificent.  I love that the lace detail up top matches the lace detail at the bottom.  Ethereal is the word I would use to describe this dress - absolutely heavenly!

5.  Elisabetta Rosboch von Wolkenstein in Valentino (Belgium, m. Prince Amadeo, 5 July 2014)

The delicate details of this dress are everything!  I love the matching neckline with the sleeve structure and the chest/mesh detail.  I especially love how those details match the veil outline.  I usually don’t like mesh paneling very much, but Elisabetta pulled it off beautifully.  The simplicity of the skirt is complemented by the gorgeous overlay.  Plus, there’s something so gorgeously simple about the twist in her hair that I just adore.  The skirt is flattering and of the right proportion, and I love how vibrant the white is.  This is truly one of my favorites - so delicate and feminine!

4.  Claire Lademacher in Elie Saab (Luxembourg, m. Prince Felix, 21 September 2012)

Y’all know I wasn’t going to get through this list without my main man Elie Saab.  This dress is truly a masterpiece, a piece of premier artistry.  The lace detail is simply unparalleled, and it being head-to-toe does nothing to detract from the magnificence that is Princess Claire and Elie Saab.  I love the high neckline and the minimalistic jewelry.  Plus, that tiara with her dark hair and that gorgeous veil?  *chef’s kiss* magnificent.  Absolutely otherworldly.

3.  Countess Stéphanie de Lannoy in Elie Saab (Luxembourg, m. Hereditary Grand Duke Guillaume, 20 October 2012)

God, what a dress.  What can I even say?  That lace?  Incredible.  The skirt?  Fantastic.  The train?  Phenomenal.  Veil?  Unreal.  I really don’t have anything technical to say about this other than good Lord,  it is out-of-this-world, show-stopping fabulous.  Stéphanie’s usual style is not my favorite but it’s truly all forgiven because she pulled out the big guns with this royal wedding dress, the epitome of what a royal wedding dress should be.  The only thing that heightens this above Princess Claire’s Elie Saab masterpiece is the color - it’s so gorgeous, so flattering, I have no words.  Also, I’m a sucker for this kind of veil - mounted on the back of her head and thin enough to be transparent.  The whole thing is mesmerizing - an absolute work of art.

2.  Beatrice Borromeo in Armani Privé (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 1 August 2015)

Beatrice’s second reception gown rounds out my favorites of hers from her wedding week.  I love the simple lines of this dress - the v-neck is so flattering and I love that the straps are thin without being too thin.  The A-line cascades down through the skirt beautifully, the belted waist ties the full thing together.  The construction is truly magical, a genuine workpiece.  I can’t talk about this dress without discussing the cape-like effect of the back.  She looks like she is walking through the clouds with the gorgeous wispiness of the cape.  I love that the pieces are separate, and I can only imagine what they looked like in motion.  Armani truly outdid himself with this - it was perfectly constructed from top to bottom.  A true masterpiece.

1.  Lady Gabriella Windsor in Luisa Beccaria (United Kingdom, m. Thomas Kingston, 18 May 2019)

And finally, last but certainly not least - the inspiration for my future wedding dress if I ever get married.  Lady Gabriella stopped me in my tracks when I saw this dress.  Literally, I was walking and looking at my phone, and I stopped short when I saw it.  The cape is just divine, that’s the only word I can use to describe it.  It’s like Beatrice’s second reception dress, but kicked up a notch with that absolutely inimitable lace overlay.  The skirt is proportioned beautifully, and I love how it flatters her figure without suffocating her.  The shoulder/cape detail is heavenly.  I could stare at this dress all day long, it is so magnificent.  It is delicate and feminine with magnificent construction, structured and lined beautifully with an element of softness and romance that cannot be paralleled.  It’s no wonder this is my favorite royal wedding gown of all time.  It’s just extraordinary.  I’ve done my best to explain in words but I simply cannot.  This dress is incredible.  Heart-stopping, show-stopping, jaw-dropping magnificent.

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What are some looks that you feel are overrated?

It’s 2021 and I’m feeling brave today so...

Paris Hilton’s 21st Birthday look (it’s tacky and celebs are only trying to make it happen so they could align themselves with the y2k trend), Britney Spears (whom I love more than life itself) in that ratty cropped ‘Sexsi’ top and cut-off shorts, anything Kendall Jenner has ever worn on the red carpet, Kylie Jenner’s sparkly dress at the Met Gala in 2016, Rihanna in that navy tutu Zac Posen dress when she won a Grammy for ‘Umbrella’ in 2008, Blake Lively’s look for 2018 Met Gala, Virgil Abloh in anything he designed himself, Vanessa Hudgens anytime she’s at Coachella, Harry half the time he’s styled in Gucci, Angelina Jolie with her leg sticking out of her black gown at the Oscars in 2012, 85% of Yeezy, Cardi B in Mugler for the Grammy’s in 2019, any look that included the Valentino rockstud heels, Olivia Newton John’s in the all black/leather outfit in ‘Grease’, any Gwyneth Paltrow look from the 90s

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Zac Posen says it was 'so special' designing Princess Eugenie's wedding reception dress as he shares an unseen photograph of the royal with Jack Brooksbank on the 'magnificent, magical day'

Zac Posen says it was ‘so special’ designing Princess Eugenie’s wedding reception dress as he shares an unseen photograph of the royal with Jack Brooksbank on the ‘magnificent, magical day’

Zac Posen has shared unseen photograph from Princess Eugenie’s, 30, wedding

The designer, who crafted Eugenie’s second gown, posted the image yesterday

Said: ‘It was so special creating this gown for this wonderful moment in your life’

Designer added: ‘Wishing you love always with your new baby angel on the way’

Shared the snap on royal’s two year anniversary to Jack Brooksbank, 34,  

The couple…