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mfmagazine · 6 years ago

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Mon Ari

Article by Lauren Weigle

Photo by Courtesy of MonAri 1962

Ari Harris is the couture designer for MonAri 1962. As a native New Yorker who, at the age of 18 moved to San Francisco, he studied fashion design at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising. Upon graduating, he worked in Los Angeles as a costume designer and fashion stylist before opening Suko, his first boutique on the now famed Melrose Boulevard. He has since toured four continents styling for such musical luminaries as Patti Labelle, Tina Turner and Deborah Cox. He has served as styling consultant for a clientele that includes Janet Jackson, Russell Crowe, and Angela Bassett. Ari has also worked as a fashion designer in such cities as Barcelona, Madrid, Milan, and Paris where he met Patrick Kelly, Christian Lacroix, and Yves Saint Laurent who he credits as his true inspiration for his love of fashion. Can you give me some background about yourself and how you realized your love for fashion? I've worked in the fashion Industry as a designer and stylist for 15 years. I realized my love for fashion as a child watching my mom. What about fashion, in general, motivates you to create? The process of creation motivates me most about fashion. I enjoy researching and planning once I get an idea. How would you describe your signature aesthetic for your clothing? Very sensual and sexy. What kind of image do you wish to portray as a designer? An image of creating beautiful clothes that women desire. What demographic do you aim to target with your clothing lines? Women of all demographics, who love fashion. When it comes to your most recent line, where did you get inspiration for your designs? The movie Avatar in combination with Amelia Earhart…. Amelia Earhart…Where could she be? For decades we've searched the globe, yet it seems she’s disappeared into the heavens. Let’s imagine her flying into Outer Space, traveling the galaxy on a quest for her planet Earth. Upon her travels, she comes across planet Obi Kanni, which is at war. The daughter of the king has been kidnapped by the infamous clones. Amelia, being a determined pioneer, lands directly on the battlefield and lends her hand in the fight to keep the republic together… In Shades of Blue…This collection is dedicated to all 99s and all women in aviation. “Reach for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” What do you feel makes your collection unique? Its mix of textures and colors that creates the feeling of luxe and simplicity in each design. Can you tell me about your most recent runway show at FBH Entertainment’s Philadelphia Fashion Week? It was an opportunity to show my collection to a new demographic. In the past you have presented your collections many times during New York Fashion Week. How did your experience in Philadelphia differ from that of New York? There's no comparison to the fashion weeks of NEW YORK, LONDON, MILAN, and PARIS. Could you describe the process of putting a fashion show or presentation together and what it takes in terms of execution? It takes a team of well-organized and talented people, all professionals in their given title of expertise who are all working towards a common goal of promoting the designer’s vision. In such a desperate economy, what pushes you forward and keeps you determined in your craft? My passion and determination to succeed. What current trends personally catch your eye? Ombre colors and the Juxtaposition of masculine vs. feminine textures. And, which trends do you wish people would just throw back into the closet? The 80's. Which fashion icons do you feel have influenced you as a designer today? Yves Saint Laurent and Alexander McQueen both who will be forever missed. While we are talking about the beloved Alexander McQueen, how do you feel about his most recent and unexpected death in addition to his impact on the fashion industry? His talent and vision was the fuse that kept that the fashion industry lit and alive. He was the true genius of fashion’s 21st century. On a lighter note, what do you see for yourself in terms of next season? Hopefully finding sponsors to help me further support my vision. To be able to show once again at venue with the key people in fashion sitting the front row at my show would also be wonderful.

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ziharku · 8 years ago

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Log R52: Worries in the Ward

A dimmed light looms through groggy eyes as Sepira awakens in a familiar room. Having spent time healing with the Conjurer’s guild, she’d spent more than enough time in the rooms reserved for patients designated to stay for at least a few days. Aches and pains shoot through her arms as she leans forward and scoots back to lean against the wall behind her. Sensing the movement, her sister turns her attention from the broken blade that held her attention and sheaths it.

A flashing image runs through her mind as Bianchi, blade in hand, attempts to break her wind wall and assail her. A moment’s panic draws her mind to reach for aether, but finds none. Bianchi’s gaze fixes on her, in question at the clearly confused look on her face. Again she reaches, but still to no avail, to grasp aether from within herself. Sepira’s eyes close as she breathes in, attempting to allow aether to flow back in unchecked, but immediately recoils as the fresh stream of aether runs like boiled water over her channels. Her body convulses at the sensation, the aether dissipating.

Bia opens her mouth to protest, seeing her sister’s composure change for the aetherflow, but too late. She sighs as Sep shudders at the action. “The Conjurers said you’re not allowed to use magic.”

We shall see about that. Again, she opens herself to aether, but in smaller quantities. A small trickle of aether runs through her fingertips, just enough to grasp, to warm them.

A swift knock comes from the doorway, followed by footsteps that for some reason don’t particularly care for a response before entering. Bia’s hand moves quickly to her intact dagger, but slides away as the familiar pair enters. Lacking his usual chain mail in favor of a patient’s gown, the Au ra grins down at the pair. A bandage runs up one arm and over his neck. “Glad to see you’re up! We’re just popping over from Zi’s room, apparently he always takes a few days to get through.” He laughs as Kankri trails into the room as well, several small bandages up and down his neck and cheeks. His face shows both embarrassment and a lack of amusement.

Another image runs through Sepira’s mind, of Ziharku pressed to her wind wall and the spray or red that filled her vision after. News that he’s still alive, at least, eases her conscience. Though how, she can only wonder.

The elementals wanted him dead just as much as moogle mog

“So uh...what’s with all the...bandages?” Bianchi stares blankly at Kankri. “Late costume for All Saint’s Wake?”

“They aren’t even covering anything…” the midlander grumbles, robes shifting as his foot kicks idly at the floor. “Cro just kept asking for them to put on me-

“I gasp. My love does not desire the healing and affection of his beloved. It wounds me. I need another band-aid. Put it on my chest for me Kanni.”

“You’re garbage.”

Cronus feigns pain again. “Ugh! Now I need two. Please...my...love...urk…” He clutches a hand to his stomach as he leans forward, taking a knee and grabbing at Kankri’s robe.

“Geez, I’ll put one on your face or something just stoopppp.” His gaze shifts from the clearly okay Au ra kneeling before him and the sisters as his hands try to push Cronus away and make him stand up. “More importantly, we’re supposed to be catching these two up. Or you are. You remember better than me.”

Cronus freezes before rising quickly. “Oh yeah. Your memory is uhh bad. Cause you got bonked. On the head. Totally. Right.” He seems nervous as he turns about hurriedly. “So, first things first, Moogle primal whatever guy is dead, and that’s good news. More good news is, the moogles that summoned him are also ok. All back to normal. Just like you.” Cronus’s eyes are directed at Bia.

Bianchi raises an eye. “Okay like me?”

“Oh. Uh. Bianchi totally got brainwashed. Seemed like it was tempering buuuut since she and the moogles went back to normal as soon as he was gone, we figure it was just something while he was here and not like, legit tempering? I’m really not good at this stuff. You’ll have to talk to Zi about that junk, he knows what he’s talking about.”

“No fucking way.” Bianchi shakes her head. “I wasn’t tempered. I’m not tempered. I’m not trying to summon a giant fluff again what the actual fuck.”

Sepira’s eyes wander for a moment before she nods. “You were… Clearly not yourself.”

Kankri glares. “She aLMOST STABBED ME.”

Cronus purses his lips. “I meeean. Almost. He’s got a new hole in his fancy robes now that I’m hoping you can stitch up later. But seriously. Tried to stab my boyfriend.” Cronus eyes Bianchi. “I know it wasn’t like, you you, but not cool bruh. Not cooool.”

Bianchi shakes her head. “People don’t just get untempered!”

The volume leaves Cronus and Kankri taken aback for a moment. They exchange a glance. “Uhh, Miri got tempered before. And she’s fine.” Cronus gives a small shrug.

“The hell-

Bianchi is cut off as a Lalafell stomps her tiny feet into the room. “I heard my name. You’d better not want another Twelve’sdamned band-aid.”

Cronus motions grandly at the tiny lady. “Thissssss is Miri! Not tempered. Normal girl. Used to be a Garuda thrall but Zi fixed it with some bullshit he won’t explain. So yeah. Untempered. Said you were too. Okay?” His hands raise again as he continues his prior shrug.

Sepira’s brow furrows as she glares. “Make sense or get out.”

“If you can walk you can ask him, he’s down the hall. Stuck in a bed. Damn.” Kankri folds his arms, still eyeing Bianchi.

Sepira waves a hand impatiently. “The giraffe can wait, my chart?” She stares expectantly at her sister, hand extended in wait.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Bianchi turns back toward her. “Uh, E-Sumi-Yan has it. He’d said he wanted to take care of it personally, but when he couldn’t do more than stabilize you he wanted to go check on something in the library and call on the Elder Seedseer for a second opinion.”

Of course he did.

Miri shrugs. “I haven’t really done much here so they didn’t trust me with more than bandages.”

Kankri looks down at the Lalafell. “Guessing you don’t have any ideas what’s wrong then?”

Her head shakes. “Another thing Mister bed-ridden talked about but did his usual nonsense in explaining. If he could put it into actual magic terms I could probably give it a whirl.”

A clamour from down the hall catches Miri’s attention. “Altana’s sake, Zi! Stop giving the guys a hard time and stay in the bed!” The little one stomps angrily from the room back down the hall.

Cronus lets out a sigh. “He’s been on about ‘getting a decent meal’ since he woke up earlier. Apparently doesn’t like Gridanian food. Or sickbay food. Or both. Meh. Just would rather hop on the airship than get some rest.”

Miriel’s voice echoes down the hall as she begins to chide me for trying to escape, and Sepira’s eye twitches. She grumbles and turns about, rising to her feet as best she can. Doing her damndest to keep upright, she makes her way out of the room down the hall to where she spies Miriel glaring into a room. Her legs brush past the Lalafell as she comes into the doorway, grabbing an empty vase from atop a set of drawers near the door before hurling it at my head with surprising accuracy as Silver and Major keep me held to the bed.

The porcelain breaks against my forehead, leaving a long cut that bleeds down the center of my face and showers the pair with small pieces. The impact leaves me speechless for a few moments, the four of us present locking eyes with the shivering mage. “Sleep first, then dream.”

I stare confused. “The fuck?”

She takes a breath, exasperated. “This is the most secure ward in the Stillglade Fane. The chances of you making it out are the same as you finding a decent girlfriend.”

Silver and Major go wide eyed. “OHHHH SHIT SON.”

A glare from Sepira silences the pair, their mouths still wide from the ‘oh’. ”This is a hospital, there are people here trying to recover and I can hear your stupidity clear down the hall.”

Before she could lay down another sick DISS THO (are you actually-YES I AM IT’S WRITTEN) the sound of double doors opening at the end of the hall catches her attention. Behind her, Bianchi utters an “uh oh” as a diminutive woman comes barreling down the hall.

Miriel hops into the room and out of the line of fire, hurrying over to Silver’s side. “She just charged down the hall in high heels!” She whispers up. “I want her to teach me how to do that.”

Silver stares down at the Lalafell. “But you don’t wear heels.”

“I can dream!”

Muffled conversation comes from outside of the room, the trio of voices either talking at once or in responses too close to discern from one another from where I lay.

“Maman please-”

“No, no one lost an arm-

“Always so reckless maman got three grey hairs!

The figure spinning and chatting and squeezing the pair of sisters catches my eye, striking features, porcelain skin, and a brightly colored dress fill my vision as the scent of flowers floats into the room. I lean up toward Major. “Soo who’s the uh. Lovely lady?”

Major shakes his head. “Just a guess here, prooobably their mom.”

Silver grins. “Zi likes someone’s mooom~”

“Dude shut the hell up.” I go to elbow the Roegadyn but he scoots out of reach.

I grumble and cross my arms as the pair snickers. Cronus and Kankri sneak their way past the rabble and back into the room, grabbing a pair of chairs opposite the door.

“So what’s with the chick dragging those two up and down the hall?” Kankri watches as they glide back and forth outside the door.

“Their mom.” Major grins at me, accentuating the word. “Well, probably. I think. I heard Maman stuck in their somewhere so I’m just guessing it’s another word for mom and not a name.” Cronus nods in affirmation.

An older voice catches their attention, bringing the hustle and bustle to a stop. “Marguerite, you’re causing a scene. Clearly if they’re well enough to be walking about, they’re fine.” The clack of wood against stone floor is audible between steps as the older man approaches the trio out of view.

A more hurried set of feet rush over, hugging the girls as Marguerite takes a step toward her father in law, straightening her back as she composes herself, staring him down. “Wiz respect, Père, you and I have very different ideas on what constitutes as ‘fine’.”

“Heeeeyyyyy,” I call from my room. “I feel left out, what’s going on Sep? Bia?”

Shuffling feet hurry to the door, and a rather mousy looking Hyuran stands in the doorway. He seems rather uncomfortable as he notices the number of people in the room staring at him. “Er, my apologies. I, um, my name is Leon- that is, Lord Faremis. Their, their father, yes. Um.” He stands there and gives a hard sniffle, eyes watering slightly. Those of us in the room exchange a glance as the man seems nearly on the verge of tears, though at relief of his daughters’ state or having to speak before us, we aren’t sure. He seems to be specifically avoiding eye contact with me, probably because my forehead is still bleeding. I won’t accept this.

I raise a hand in greeting. “Ziharku Mecru, pleased to meet you Lord Faremis. Perchance, could you toss me some gauze from the drawer by the door for my fountain of a forehead?”

He seems to tremble before he moves to the drawers, pulling it open and nearly dropping the roll back into the drawer several times before offering it over, clearly still too far for me to try and reach. Silver extends a thick arm and takes it gingerly, as though worried the man would shatter for approaching too quickly, then tossed it over. It smacks my cheek.

“Aimed a little lower than she did, buddy.” I pick it up and run some aether over it before pressing a strip to my forehead. I take the rest and run it down my face, smearing blood over it without realizing. With a sigh, Major takes the gauze and keeps wiping until my face is clear. The drops of blood on my sheet and shirt, however, will not be removed so easily.

I take another moment to eye Lord Faremis before he lets out another loud sniffle and decide I’ve had enough of the poor fellow trying to be brave in front of us. “Perhaps, good sir, you could introduce us to the rest of your party? We are...well, I am I guess, a friend of theirs. Though I suppose with the noise I was causing prior to your arrival, Sepira wouldn’t be so quick to admit it.”

The fellow in the doorway snivels and stares at us for a moment longer before the clicking of heels nearly commands the room, his wife gliding in with a whirlwind of color. Her hands come to rest on his arm as sharp blue eyes peer over us. “You are the ones zat brought my Bébés home?”

Surprised at the accent, Major takes a moment to answer. “I. Yes?” His eyes shift before he nods again. Almost to convince himself that he answered correctly.

A manicured eyebrow raises at the odd statement. Then a bit higher as the odd Hyuran simply nods to himself. “I am the Lady Marguerite Faremis, if you would allow me to introduce my father-in-law, his lordship Arcturus Faremis.”

The older fellow follows in her wake, sparing the barest amount of expression as he nods. “Rest assured, your service to house Faremis will be...duly rewarded.”

Major rises from his seat, giving a slight bow. “It would be most welcomed, your lordship.”

I can almost sense the silent groan as Silver rolls his eyes. I clear my throat. “If I could uhh, borrow your ears for a sec.”

Major grimaces in his bow. “Ah, right. That.” He straightens his back again, arms crossing in front of his chest. “While our crystal warrior was...able to keep things from worsening, we found one of your girls in an...interesting state. Has uhh..Sepira’s the shorter one right? Has she been prone to...say...elemental stuff?”

Marguerite’s smile draws thinner as it grows more forced. “Sepira, she has always been… close to the elementals, what the conjurer’s call, a ‘hearer’.”

My cheeks scrunch as my lips purse. “Are hearers usually uhh...angry and floating and filled with elemental energy trying to kill primals with vines?”

A light rap at the door surprises us as guildmaster E-Sumi-Yan eases into the room. “No mister Mecru, no they aren’t. Hearers are simply far more attuned with the elementals in both understanding and ability to communicate with them. They help us keep the elementals at peace, and don’t generally levitate.”

Silver gives a wide grin. “Miiight wanna check on that then. We’ll keep pink-tum here while you make sure the little lady’s still on the ground. Guessing you didn’t see her in the hall then?”

He freezes for a moment before dashing out of the room. “That Girl-”

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