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[newestcool]

Christy Turlington and her sisters Kelly & Erin for Vogue Italia December 1995 ''Le Turlington'' Photographer Arthur Elgort Fashion Editor/Stylist Brana Wolf Makeup Artist Sonia Kashuk Hair Stylist Oribe Newest Cool

[prettyfuul]

Calvin Klein Eyewear I Fall 1995

[lindalima110563]

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 12

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“Are you going to eat all that?” Mason chuckled.

“Yep” Adele said as she sat at the table.

“I still can’t believe you woke up early to go for a run after going out last night. What time was it when we came back?”

“Around 3 a.m.”

“And when did you leave?”

“At 7.”

“Addie, did you sleep?” Mason laughed.

“The moment my head touched the pillow I was out” she shrugged. Which was the biggest lie ever.

She had probably managed to sleep for maybe an hour and a half, and the moment there was light coming through the window, she had gotten up and ready to do the one thing that she knew always allowed her to not think about anything: running. So she put on her shoes, chose her favourite playlist, and left the hotel. 

“Lucky you” he sighed. 

“Didn’t you manage to sleep?”

“I did, but it wasn't pleasant. I kept waking up and… urgh” he groaned, checking his phone.

“What is it?” Adele asked, giving her croissant a big bite.

“My agency. I have a meeting in half an hour with them and they are already bothering me about it.”

“Is that the reason why you didn’t sleep well?”

“Yeah. We are organizing everything for the launch of the perfume's campaign, and it is driving me crazy.”

“Oh, the perfume… The one that started it all.”

“The same one” Mason smiled. Though it was his sad smile, the one Adele knew meant that something was going on. 

“Mase, are you ok?” she asked, reaching for his hand.

“I am, yes. Just tired” he said, his thumb caressing her knuckles, the butterflies on her stomach waking up.

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know. Thank you, Addie” he smiled. But again, it wasn’t his usual smile. “Anyway, I better go get ready. It’s a zoom meeting and I want to look a bit more presentable.”

“I like the way you look” she said, speaking before thinking.

“Even if my hair is a mess?” Mason laughed.

“Messy hair is the best hair” she shrugged, not daring to look him in the eyes. “Will I see you later?”

“Of course. I want to take you to El Retiro, maybe go on one of those small boats they have?”

“The walk part sounds perfect. The one about the boats… I don’t know if I trust you” Adele teased him.

“I would never let anything happen to you. Ever” Mason said, the way he was looking at her, giving her the impression that there was something else behind those words. “And I better get going. See you later, Miss Turlington” he smiled, lifting her hand and kissing it. They hadn't stopped holding hands since the moment Adele had reached for his.

“See you later, Mr. Mount" she replied.

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“Are you going to tell me what is going on?”

“Uh?”

“Mase, you've been acting super weird the whole day. Did something happen during the meeting?” Adele asked him after their walk. 

“No.”

“Then why do look you so…” she said, gesturing with her hands.

“So?”

“Miserable. You look the same you did before your birthday.”

“It’s nothing.”

“There definitely is something. C´mon, talk to me” Adele said, following him as he walked towards his room.

“It’s nothing” he repeated.

“Mase… Mason” she said, grabbing his arm and making him stop. “Talk to me.”

“It’s… Fine” he sighed. “Come inside.”

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“I’m ready when you are ready” Adele said, grabbing Mason’s hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze. They had been sitting on his bed in silence for what felt like an eternity, which was only making her feel more and more nervous. What could have happened in that meeting for him to go back to this mood?

“Remember that I told you that the meeting was for the launch of the perfume?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we are going to be throwing a party in Tuscany because that's where we got the inspiration from and where we shot the campaign.”

"I remember your trip there. It was when I was in Paris with my mum.”

“That's the one, yes. This party… this party is gonna be huge, Addie. Big names in fashion will be attending, and also actors, musicians, influencers… Even some football players.”

“That is amazing, isn’t it?”

“It is, yes. But…”

“But?” Adele said, squeezing his hand once again.

“My agency has asked for something. Something related to us.”

“I already told them I will be at the party. What else do they want?”

“Something you aren't going to like, Addie.”

“What do they want, Mason?” she asked.

“They… they want us to walk the red carpet together.”

“No” Adele said, letting go of his hand and standing up. “No, no, no. We agreed I would not walk any red carpet or do anything that involves me having to actually pose in front of a camera.”

“But Addie…”

“I said no. You know how much I hate it.”

“I do. But they are insisting.”

“You mean they are threatening you again. I can’t believe it” she said as she started to pace around the room. “This has to stop, Mason. You can’t keep working with such horrible people.”

“I don’t have another choice.”

“Yes, you do! Sue them and leave them! My dad knows really good lawyers, they could help you.”

“It isn’t that easy” he said, nervously playing with his hands.

“Why not? Whatever those clauses are, I’m sure they will find a way to, I don’t know, annul them? There is this guy I met once in Barcelona who works with football teams and…”

“Adele, no” Mason cut her, also standing up. “Lawyers can’t fix this. And if they can, it will be too late. My career will already be ruined.”

“Because of some clauses on your contract?”

“Because… because… urgh” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“Mase, hey” Adele whispered, caressing his cheek. “You can tell me whatever it is.”

“I can’t. Not this.”

“Why not? Mase, look at me” she said, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. “Why not?"

“Because if I tell you what they have against me, what they are using to make me do all these things I don’t want to… You won’t be able to look at me the same way. And I can’t lose you, Adele. I can’t” he cried, resting his forehead on hers.

“You won’t lose me, Mason. Whatever it is… I’m not going anywhere. But you have to tell me. You have to let me help you. Because this, keeping this secret, is hurting us both.”

“I know” he sobbed.

“Then tell me. What do they have that is so bad that it could end your career?”

“Addie…”

“Mason, please” she begged him, feeling a tear down her cheek. “Please, tell me what it is. Trust me.”

“Ok…” he sighed. “It’s… They… They have a sex tape.”

[bebemoon]

look for the name: RENÉE

prada grey and black asymmetrical silk top w/ deconstructed straps, a/w 2oo3

comme des garçons black floral embroidery anglais shirred and pleated skirt w/ belted side, c. 2oo1

helmut lang black leather point-toe slingbacks w/ metal caps

stéphanie de bruijn "l'eau de sevigne" eau de parfum

{beauty & hair} christy turlington in "catwalk" (1995)

[leanstooneside]

Tilt-a-whirl crossbody

1. BEN AFFLECK'S LEAN FINGER

2. ALEX PETTYFER'S LEAN EAR

3. NICK LACHEY'S LEAN UPPER ARM

4. AUDRINA PATRIDGE'S LEAN HIP

5. CHRISTY TURLINGTON'S LEAN UPPER ARM

6. DAVID BOREANAZ'S LEAN HIP

7. PAM ANDERSON'S LEAN CHIN

8. GABRIEL AUBRY'S LEAN THUMB

9. NICKY HILTON'S LEAN FINGER

10. LEA MICHELE'S LEAN SHOULDER

11. IDINA MENZEL'S LEAN ANKLE

12. JERRY FERRARA'S LEAN BACK

13. MAX GREENFIELD'S LEAN EAR

14. FLEETWOOD MAC'S LEAN BACK

15. TERRENCE HOWARD'S LEAN WAIST

16. LUCY LIU'S LEAN WRIST

17. TRAVIS BARKER'S LEAN BOTTOM

18. LINDSAY LOHAN'S LEAN NECK

19. SIMON COWELL'S LEAN LIP

20. MARY-KATE OLSEN'S LEAN LOWER LEG

21. RAFAEL NADAL'S LEAN MOUTH

22. MICHAEL C. HALL'S LEAN NECK

23. ODETTE YUSTMAN'S LEAN BREAST

24. DEMI MOORE'S LEAN THUMB

25. SHERRI SHEPHERD'S LEAN EYE

26. ALEXANDER LUDWIG'S LEAN HAND

27. ROSE BYRNE'S LEAN BOTTOM

[valerielemercier]

C Turlington  A Alaïa   P Demarchelier

[fuckyeahilike]

It's funny that in an article where a famous black woman says explicitly that the reason why she nearly died at the hands of health care providers was because they refused to listen to her and to her complaints; that the very same article then goes on to gaslight that off our brains by mansplaining that, actually Serena, don't you know black women die so much more often than white women because of socio-economical reasons?...

Reasons that, just like when your doctors and nurses kill you on purpose, are also a reflection of society thinking you don't have the right to exist. It's not a bug in the system, it's a feature, as evidenced by the fact that these entirely preventable deaths (read, murders) are not considered femicide.

In the new book "Arrival Stories: Women Share Their Experiences of Becoming Mothers," a collection of essays helmed by Amy Schumer and Christy Turlington Burns, Williams writes, "Giving birth to my baby, it turned out, was a test for how loud and how often I would have to call out before I was finally heard."

"In 2010, I learned I had blood clots in my lungs—clots that, had they not been caught in time, could have killed me. Ever since then, I've lived in fear of them returning. It wasn't a one-off; I'm at high risk for blood clots. I asked a nurse, 'When do I start my heparin drip? Shouldn't I be on that now?,'" she wrote, referring to a drug that is delivered by IV and helps to prevent blood clots. "The response was, 'Well, we don't really know if that's what you need to be on right now.' No one was really listening to what I was saying."

"The logic for not starting the blood thinners was that it could cause my C-section wound to bleed, which is true. Still, I felt it was important and kept pressing," she wrote. "All the while, I was in excruciating pain. I couldn't move at all—not my legs, not my back, nothing."

Williams said at times she felt like she was dying, but she insisted to a nurse that she get on a heparin drip and have a CAT scan done on her lungs.

"Finally, the nurse called my doctor, and she listened to me and insisted we check. I fought hard, and I ended up getting the CAT scan. I'm so grateful to her," said Williams. "Lo and behold, I had a blood clot in my lungs, and they needed to insert a filter into my veins to break up the clot before it reached my heart."

The discoveries from the CAT scan led Williams to undergo her third and fourth surgeries. One week later, she was discharged from the hospital and able to go home with Olympia.

Williams writes that she believes it was because she was "heard and appropriately treated" that her life was saved.

"In the U.S., Black women are nearly three times more likely to die during or after childbirth than their white counterparts. Many of these deaths are considered by experts to be preventable," she writes. "Being heard and appropriately treated was the difference between life or death for me; I know those statistics would be different if the medical establishment listened to every Black woman's experience."

[newestcool]

Christy Turlington at the ''Outbreak'' premiere in New York, 1995 Newest Cool

[prettyfuul]

Christy Turlington for Calvin Klein 1995 by Peter Lindbergh

[fashiiongonerouge]

christy turlington riding the subway in new york city, c. 1980s. photographed by frederic meylan

[thegirlfromlamancha-blog]

So looks like C. Turlington..🥰

[mrsjamescturlington]

James Turlington for L’officiel Hommes Ukraine by Jacques Burga

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Christy Turlington on the cover of C California Style October 2018

[model-talks]

“I think, If my butt's not too big for them[photographers] to be photographing it, then it shouldn't be too big for me.” 

Christy Turlington, Askmen.com

[lauramerr]

CHRISTY TURLINGTON IN C MAGAZINE OCTOBER 2018 BY PAMELA HANSON