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Boyd's new photoshoot for Haute Living Magazine (December 2024)

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source/credit: scottmcdermott_ on IG

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Eva Longoria for Haute Living Magazine

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Who: Olivia Palermo

What: Giambattista Valli Gold Jaipur High-Heeled Sandals Rhinestone Details - $612.00 Where: Haute Living Cover Celebration - September 6, 2023

Worn with: Giambattista Valli gown

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Blake Lively for Vogue September 2024

Wearing a Louis Vuitton winged cape.

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Press Release: Haute-Lifestyle.com Reaches Milestone #janetwalker #hautelifestylecom #theentertainmentzonecom #digital #online #magazines

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BOYD HOLBROOK Photographed by Scott McDermott for Haute Living magazine (2024)

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Threads of Love

Jennie Kim x Fem Reader

Synopsis: When Jennie Kim, a famous fashion director, invites her doctor wife to model for her magazine, love, vulnerability, and dazzling couture redefine their beautiful bond.

Word count:1.4K

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope I did good :)

The rain fell softly over Paris, the gentle tapping against the windows muffling the city’s usual hum. You stepped through the door of your shared apartment, utterly drained after your shift at the hospital. It had been one of those days—a string of emergencies, endless paperwork, and the persistent ache of being on your feet too long. All you wanted was to see Jennie and let the warmth of her presence wash away the chaos.

Before you could even shrug off your coat, Kuma came bounding toward you, his fluffy tail wagging furiously. His tiny paws scrambled on the hardwood floor as he skidded to a stop in front of you, barking his usual enthusiastic greeting.

“Kuma!” you exclaimed, crouching down to scoop him up. He licked your face eagerly, making you laugh despite your exhaustion. “I missed you too, buddy. Were you good for Mom today?”

Jennie’s voice floated from the living room, warm and teasing. “He was perfect. But I’m not sure about you, running off and leaving us alone for fourteen hours.”

You straightened, still holding Kuma, and turned toward her. She was leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed and her head tilted slightly. She wore an oversized hoodie—yours, of course—and her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face. The soft light of the candles she always insisted on having lit cast a warm glow over her, making her look effortlessly beautiful.

“You’re right,” you said with a grin, walking toward her. “How could I leave my two favorite people for so long?”

“Good question,” Jennie murmured, stepping closer. Her eyes flicked to Kuma. “Okay, Kuma, let Mom have her turn.”

Kuma wiggled out of your arms and padded off, content to find a spot on the couch, leaving you alone with Jennie.

Before you could say anything, Jennie wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and lingering, her lips brushing against yours in a way that melted the tension from your shoulders.

“Better?” she asked, her voice a quiet murmur against your cheek.

“Much,” you replied, your hands resting on her hips.

She studied you for a moment, her fingers idly brushing against the fabric of your shirt. “Rough day?”

“Long,” you admitted. “But it’s over now.”

“Good,” Jennie said, tugging at your hand as she led you to the couch. “Come on. Sit down and let me spoil you a little.”

— — — — —

The two of you settled into the couch, Kuma hopping up to curl between you. Jennie pulled a blanket over your lap, tucking it in with care before leaning back against you. Her fingers lazily traced patterns on your arm as the steady rhythm of rain filled the silence.

After a while, she tilted her head up to look at you. “I was thinking about something today,” she said, her voice casual but tinged with anticipation.

“Hmm?” you hummed, your eyes half-closed.

Jennie shifted so she was sitting up, tucking one leg beneath her as she turned to face you. “You know how I’ve been working on the next big issue for Haute Lumière?”

“The one that’s been keeping you up until three in the morning every night?” you teased, opening one eye.

Jennie smiled, nudging your arm lightly. “Yes, that one. Well, I’ve finally figured out the theme.”

“What’s it about?”

“Redefining beauty,” Jennie said, her voice softening. “It’s about showcasing strength and authenticity—real stories that break out of the narrow, polished molds the fashion industry usually celebrates. I want it to feel… human.”

You smiled, nodding. “That sounds incredible. Very you.”

“Thanks,” she said, her hand brushing against yours. “But there’s just one thing missing.”

“What’s that?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

Jennie hesitated, her lips parting as if she wasn’t sure how to begin. Finally, she took a deep breath. “You.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Me?”

“I want you to be the centerpiece of the issue,” she said, her voice gaining strength with each word. “You’re everything this theme is about. You’re strong, compassionate, beautiful. You save lives every day, and then you come home to me and make my world brighter just by being in it. That’s what I want people to see.”

You stared at her, momentarily speechless. “Jennie, I don’t think—”

“You’re going to say you’re not a model,” Jennie interrupted gently, her hand covering yours. “But you don’t have to be. I don’t want you to be anyone else. I just want you to be you.”

Her eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and determination. You could tell this wasn’t just another idea to her—it was personal.

“You’re serious about this?” you asked quietly.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything,” she said, squeezing your hand. “But I don’t want to pressure you. Just think about it, okay?”

You exhaled slowly, the corners of your mouth twitching into a faint smile. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

Jennie’s face lit up, and she leaned forward to kiss you, her lips lingering against yours. “That’s all I need.”

— — — — —

A few days later, Jennie brought you to Haute Lumière’s main studio. The space was massive, its high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows flooding the room with light. Everywhere you looked, there was movement—stylists adjusting racks of couture gowns, assistants setting up lighting rigs, and photographers buzzing about with cameras slung over their shoulders.

“Wow,” you murmured as you stepped inside, taking it all in.

Jennie grinned beside you, slipping her hand into yours. “Impressive, huh?”

“Definitely a little intimidating,” you admitted, glancing around at the flurry of activity.

“Don’t worry,” Jennie said, squeezing your hand. “You’ll get used to it.”

As she led you through the space, she stopped to introduce you to her team.

“This is my wife,” Jennie said to every person you met, her voice brimming with pride. “She’s a doctor. Isn’t that incredible?”

You blushed under the attention, but Jennie didn’t seem to notice—or, more likely, she didn’t care. She was too busy singing your praises to anyone who would listen.

Eventually, she brought you to a rack of gowns. “This one,” she said, pulling out a dress with intricate beading and shimmering fabric. “I’ve been saving it for you.”

You eyed it skeptically. “Jennie, when have you ever seen me wear anything like that?”

“That’s exactly the point,” she said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s bold, it’s elegant, and it’s you. Trust me.”

You met her gaze, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement making your hesitation falter. “Okay,” you said finally. “I trust you.”

Jennie’s smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing.”

— — — — —

The day of the shoot arrived, and despite your nerves, Jennie was a constant source of reassurance. She hovered near you as the stylists worked, offering words of encouragement and stealing kisses when she thought no one was looking.

“You’re doing amazing,” she said as the makeup artist applied the finishing touches.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you replied, your voice tinged with nervous laughter.

Jennie crouched beside you, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “You’re here. That’s enough.”

When you stepped in front of the camera, Jennie positioned herself just behind the photographer, her hands clasped together like a proud parent.

“Yes! That’s perfect!” the photographer called as you struck a pose.

“That’s my wife!” Jennie cheered, clapping her hands.

“Jennie, stop,” you said, laughing despite yourself.

During a break, Jennie pulled out her phone and leaned over the photographer’s shoulder. “Want to see her at her absolute best?” she asked, scrolling through her camera roll. “This is from our wedding.”

The photographer chuckled, glancing at the screen. “You two are adorable.”

“She’s the love of my life,” Jennie said, her voice soft but certain.

— — — — —

That night, back at home, you lay curled up on the couch with Jennie and Kuma. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the windows as Jennie scrolled through the photos on her tablet.

“You were incredible,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder.

“I had a pretty great cheerleader,” you replied, kissing the top of her head.

Jennie smiled, intertwining her fingers with yours. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Always,” you murmured.

And in that moment, with Kuma snuggled between you and Jennie’s hand in yours, the world felt perfect.

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Youssouf Bamba by Myles Loftin for Haute Living Magazine February 2024

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More Boyd pics for Haute Living magazine (from: x.com/theboydarchives)

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Boyd's new photoshoot for Haute Living Magazine (December 2024)

One new additional photo and extended versions of previously posted photos

source/credit: scottmcdermott.com

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Hannah Waddingham for Haute Living

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Who: Olivia Palermo

What: Giambattista Valli One-Shoulder Cut-Out Gown - $3,700.00 Where: Haute Living Cover Celebration - September 6, 2023

Worn with: Giambattista Valli sandals

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love your blog, if possible could I get an Albert and Jules lore dump? I read your other post but I am hungry for more context (and sources)

omg hii glad u like it here !! 😋 umm ok i can try to do like a rough little timeline w notable moments maybe? whatever comes to mind lol

in err 1991 i believe when julian was 13 he got sent to that one swiss boarding school to curb his alcoholism (did not work clearly) and two years later when julian was 15, 13 year-old albert also arrived. julian stayed for two years and albert stayed for six months. julian had this to say about their meeting SNIFFLES. theyre never beating the soulmate allegations i fear

How did you become friends at first? Julian: Two of us arrived in a private school in Switzerland. I felt I had nothing in common with the others. They were so different from people I knew in New York, they were obsessed by clothes Haut Couture. I missed New York so much, it’s really a part of my soul. Meeting Albert was a relief. At last, someone with whom I could talk. There was immediately something, a feeling of complementarity. We talked a lot of music, of our band plans. We gave ourselves 2 years to create a band or to bury this dream. After 2 years, we gave ourselves 2 more years, (laugh).

— the strokes for les inrockuptibles, march 2002 (x)

after albert moved back to la he and julian lost touch until 1998 when albert moved to new york at 18 to go to film school and find himself or whatever. and of course they have the most red string of fate ass second meeting oh my god it makes my stomach hurt. I COULD LITERALLY SEE HIM FROM MY WINDOW. why arent they in a stupid hallmark movie romcom COME ON

“When I first came to New York,” marvels Hammond, resplendent in red and black winklepickers, “the way things happened to me, it was like there was someone… doing it. I moved into my apartment, it was directly across the street from where Julian worked. Like, what are the odds? I could literally see him from my window.”

— albert hammond jr for q magazine, april 2002 (x)

and so albert becomes the final member of the band, completing the set ❤️ (the talk, 2013)

Albert, did you have to try out to be in The Strokes? Yeah. I remember when I met everyone. I met Julian first, then Nikolai, got really drunk one night, and then I went to go try out, even though Julian told me later that in his mind I was already in the band. How come? I was an okay player, I could play chords and stuff, but I looked awesome. (Laughs) I just looked like there was only one thing I could do: be in a band.

albert and julian lived together for seven years from 1998 to 2005 when julian got married, they had two apartments together and the first one is the most well known, it's the dumbbell shaped one. idk about the layout of the second unforch

ehhh scrubbing ahead a bit. julian wasn't there for albert's intervention in 2009 because he was on his solo tour

but happily in 2013 we get albert releasing his comeback ep through julian's label cult records (and then he leaves cult records in 2015. c'est la vie.) (nme september 2013)

“I’d been talking to Julian about wanting to release something on his label since he started it,” Hammond Jr explains. “He was like, ‘Let’s put out a song’. So I went, ‘Alright, I’ll start working with Gus [Oberg] and maybe after we do a few songs there’ll be one that’s fun in there.’ I sent him the first, ‘Cooker Ship’, and he was floored. I got an email back with a million ‘yes’-es on it!”

speaking of which. i've posted this before but SIGHHHH (the talk 2013) that song is for his fucking then-gf justyna. (well, most likely. i dont think hes ever outright stated who he wrote it for but the mv is pretty domestic (for the most part......) and theres a bit where theyre kinda dancing in the living room which is one of the things albert told an interviewer he and justyna did a lot → vice june 2015 but of course i suppose you never know)

Kind of like The Strokes’ song “You Only Live Once”… Julian wrote that. I’m in the band, but I still take his lyrics like a fan would. You always relate lyrics to yourself, and I even do that with him even though he is one of my friends and we lived together when he was writing it. God knows what they were truly about. But it came full circle when he was over listening to “St. Justice” from my new solo EP. It was really cute, he was like, “Is this lyric about me?” And I was like, “…no, man.” It really wasn’t, but it was a good circle because I’ve felt that way about so many of his lyrics. When we got in the band, Julian had such a vision, he was just a strong writer, so the first three records are all his.

and then there's. whatever the fuck is up with one way trigger. i'll make a post about that swear

ending this post here i think bc otherwise i'm never gonna post this SORRY. i'll try to think of more but the tragedy of julian/albert is that it's actually really hard to find fuel for them. unlike milex where they're apparently physically incapable of not being all over and waxing poetic about each other. but then what you Do get is kinda crazy. such is life

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Photo: Oliver Holms / EE BAFTA Film Awards • Charles Finch & Chanel Pre-BAFTA Party • 17 February 2024 / Found on Twitter

Video 📹 from Instagram

Harper’s Bazaar UK • May 2024

FLASH! We join Lon­don’s glit­terati at Chanel and Charles Finch’s an­nual star-stud­ded pre-Baf­tas bash

Dramatic skies poured outside on the eve of the Baftas, but the intimate corners and warming fireplaces of 5 Hertford Street drew in Britain’s best-loved talents and Hollywood stars for the annual Charles Finch and Chanel party. Emily Blunt and Tom Ford kissed hello, before collecting glasses of champagne and going over to greet Gwendoline Christie and Giles Deacon. As the mariachi band played a lively set, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, George MacKay and Minnie Driver chatted together, while Bel Powley and Douglas Booth unwound after a busy day, having first attended a birthday lunch for Powley’s mother, before the Simone Rocha A/W 24 fashion show, declaring with intent: ‘Now we can relax!’

Bob Geldof and Mariella Frostrup linked arms to lead the charge down to dinner, followed by Isla Fisher, who was admiring the interiors. Once everyone was seated, Charles Finch addressed the room: ‘It has been an incredible year for cinema,’ he said, also paying homage to his co-host Chanel and its historic affinity with film – creating haute-couture outfits for productions such as the New Wave Last Year at Marienbad, and countless memorable red-carpet looks. Over lobster salad and poussin, conversation and wine flowed: the nominees Margot Robbie and Greta Gerwig were deep in conversation, and Richard E Grant caught up with his Saltburn director Emerald Fennell. Last year’s winner Emma Mackey was all smiles in anticipation of presenting the Rising Star Award, saying, ‘It’s quite mad, I’ve no idea who will get it, so I hope I don’t mess it up.’ It was almost midnight when guests began to descend on the dancefloor, where the party was only just beginning.

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60 SECONDS WITH…

CAITRÍONA BALFE

Who would play you in a film of your life?

‘Saoirse Ronan – she would make me very fabulous.’

Your all-time favourite soundtrack

‘Le Mépris. It’s so evocative and takes you somewhere incredible.’

The movie that changed your life

‘Dead Poets Society. It showed me the power of storytelling and solidified the fact that I wanted to be an actor.’

A silver-screen icon you’d like to meet

‘Gena Rowlands is my absolute idol – I’m holding out hope.’

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Remember… the people I find beautiful are the people who inspire me. I love unusual beauty like Peggy Guggenheim, who had incredible style and taste. Gina Rowlands is also someone I think of as beautiful. I like women like that. I like men like that. It's not all necessarily about the Best Body or the Best Hair. I think it's much more important to do incredible things with your life. — Caitríona Balfe, Cara (magazine), August 2016

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Alberto Guerra por HAUTE LIVING Magazine Febrero 2024 (for. David Suarez)