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Helen and Michael in the 1980's
#telegraph uk#80s fashion#80s style#80s aesthetic#1980s#new wave#alt fashion#new romantic#vivienne westwood#miss selfridge#bodymap#80s street style
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Satin Cap Sleeve Tie Back Corset Top in Light Pink from Miss Selfridge ($47.99) & Echoed Embellished Western Boot in White from Azalea Wang (on sale: $120)
#Mariah May#Mariah Mead#Satin Cap Sleeve Tie Back Corset Top#top#tops#light pink#Miss Selfridge#Echoed Embellished Western Boot#boot#boots#White#Azalea Wang#women of wrestling fashion#aew#AEW Dynamite
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Marie Ducruet || Miss Selfridge
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#A Trace of Lace#Fashion Blog#Disabled blogger#petite style#girly fashion#outfit of the day#ootd#outfit inspiration#winter fashion#miss selfridge
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Please help a girl out & have a look at my vinted items. ♻️ 💕 🧚♀️
#vinted#UK#vinted UK#secondhand#secondhand September#topshop#river island#miss Selfridge#personal#external link#berneeberry#me#second hand#second hand September#help a girl out
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House on Fire - Episode 1: 'I Feel Like i Know You'
Alexandre Vauthier V-Neck Puff-Shoulder Long-Sleeve Napa Leather Mini Dress ($1095)
Christian Louboutin Frenchissima Alta over-the-knee 100mm boot ($1995)
Miss Selfridge vinyl faux leather trench coat in bright red ($119)
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EYECANDY LA Diana Collar Necklace in Cream Pearl (€63,95)
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Anette and two models featured in a Miss Selfridge ad, from the August 31st 1974 issue of Petticoat magazine 💜
•my scan•
#anette walter lax#annette walter lax#70s model#miss selfridge#1970s fashion#vintage ad#petticoat magazine
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a little jake-centric oopsie
part one part two part three part four part five
#i miss grace#textposts#avatar textposts#avatar#avatar the way of water#atwow#avatar 2#avatar 2009#avatar 2022#jake sully#neytiri#tsutey#tsu'tey#grace augustine#norm spellman#trudy chacon#parker selfridge#james cameron avatar
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Miss Selfridge Ad (Cosmopolitan 1974)
#miss selfridge#cosmopolitan#vintage ads#photography#fashion photography#vintage#vintage fashion#vintage style#retro#aesthetic#beauty#seventies#70s#70s fashion#70s style#70s model#1970s#1970s fashion#editorial
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If Mr Selfridge had been a braver show they would have developed a relationship between Miss Ravillious and Miss Mardle.
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Satin Jacquard Micro Mini Lace Trim Skort from Miss Selfridge ($47.99 via ASOS)
#lyra valkyria#Aoife Cusack#Satin Jacquard Micro Mini Lace Trim Skort#skort#skorts#Miss Selfridge#women of wrestling fashion#wwe#WWE Raw
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The customer is always right
Alina wasn’t sure if the evidence of her mixed heritage, the warmer cast of her complexion, the shape of her dark eyes, the unrelieved ebony of the braided hair at the nape of her neck, had played the deciding role in her offer of employment at Selfridge’s tea emporium instead of the accessories department she’d applied for, but with the rent due on her lodging and barely enough money left for a cup of stewed tea and a day-old bun at the wagon outside the department store and not the emporium itself, she wasn’t about to inquire—or complain. Mr. Grove made it clear he expected her to spend at least part of her first week’s wages on a new shirtwaist and extra set of cuffs, but he’d also mentioned the generous employee discount and encouraged her to ask Miss Mardle about the gloves from Holland that weren’t selling as well as they’d hoped.
Her landlady had started muttering about girls like you no better than they should be. Her alternatives had been working in a laundry or sleeping rough. The orphanage she’d been raised at refused to take her back, even as a char.
She’d be perfectly happy to serve tea in Selfridge’s crested china for the rest of her life.
At least she’d thought so until Count Kirigan stood on the other side of the counter, very tall, very handsome in an austere, presumably exiled Russian fashion, evidently considering her offer to find him a very nice Darjeeling indeed sirwith the same gravity as a writ of summons or whichever equation determined Cambridge’s current Senior Wrangler. Even given the relative brevity of her employment at Selfridge’s, she could appreciate his bespoke suit was far more finely made than even Mr. Selfridge’s most expensive options, his snowy linen the ruin of some laundress’s hands. She kept her own hands neatly folded together, the scar on her palm hidden from view.
“The English panacea in an American’s shop?” he said, his voice lightly accented, that foreign hint lurking under pure toff and she couldn’t keep from smiling just a little imagining Mr. Selfridge’s reaction to the Count’s description. From what she’d seen of the man, Mr. Selfridge would be just as likely to smirk as growl, especially at the choice of “shop” for the positive acres of gleaming marble floor, gleaming mahogany counters, every item for purchase set out to tempt a kitchen-maid or a marchioness.
“Any cup here is properly brewed, I can assure you, sir,” she said. There was a trick to keeping her expression from being too bold or too cowed and she’d gotten it down pat because it was what kept a friendless orphan alive and fed but something in the way he regarded her told her he understood what she was doing and why.
“Show me,” he said. Alina glanced around to make sure there was no senior staff member about to come round the corner and give her some extremely punctilious set-down for what was most certainly an unusual situation, a Count requesting a demonstration by a maidservant in full view of any other customer who might walk by. Count Kirigan waited, imperious, yet with a curiously warm expression in his dark eyes. Alina set to the task and made short work of it, pretending to herself she was only preparing her own last cup before bedtime, the leaves weak from re-use but better than nothing. She poured it out and offered it to him, not a drop on the saucer, the steam curling up, homely and mysterious at once.
He took it, having removed his gloves while she worked, his bare hand grazing hers. It was a terrible impropriety, surely a firing offense, but there was nothing she could do about it. He sipped the tea once, closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked at her again, saw her as it seemed no one had ever cared to—or been able to.
“Perfect,” he said and she knew he was not speaking only of the tea. “Not many people surprise me, Miss—”
“Stark,” Alina replied.
“Miss Stark,” he repeated. He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the arrival of his mother, who gave Alina a brief, searing look, before turning to her son as if Alina had become an object to ignore, a canister of tea left on the counter to be put away and forgotten.
“Sasha, you’re still here, you silly boy, when I’ve been in the Palm Court—you’ve been waiting a long time!” she exclaimed, the criticism apparent despite her fond smile. It wasn’t reflected in her eyes.
“Apologies, Maman,” he said, bowing very briefly. “It did not seem long to me.”
“You are not alone,” she scolded.
“No, I am not,” he said, his lips curving, nodding very formally, very politely at Alina, as if he were the supplicant and she the grand lady who might grant a favor.
“For Serge, this will do,” she said, shrugging slightly. “But you are made for greater things.”
“As you say, Maman,” he replied. It was neither an affirmation nor a rejection. “I will only be a moment here.”
“The motor will be at the front door,” Princess Marie said and walked off, her embroidered coat fluttering around her like a train. Alina wondered who had dared to drive such a woman out of her country, courting her implacable wrath.
“I must take my leave, Miss Stark. But I should like to return, if you would welcome that,” he said. He was as careful as if she were his equal, with no coaxing or cajoling in his deep voice.
“I’m nobody special, sir,” she said. He reached over and touched her hand very lightly, a heavy silver ring gleaming on his finger. She couldn’t help the warmth she felt, the blush that must be staining her cheeks red as poppies.
“I must disagree with you,” he replied. “And please, call me Aleksander.”
“Not here,” she said, making a decision she had to hope she would not regret, doing her best to ensure she could still walk away. “Not at Selfridge’s.”
“Where? When?” he asked. When had someone last been so eager to see her? She couldn’t recall anyone ever speaking to her so, certainly not someone as elegant as Count Kirigan with his closely trimmed beard, his every gesture graceful and puissant, the archaic term somehow suiting him better than any other. His gaze was ardent and she felt it, more thrilling now than warm, stirring her rather than making her apprehensive. If she trembled, it was not from fear.
“There’s a tea-shop not far. They have currant buns, though the tea isn’t as good as what we have here,” she said. “I’m afraid the time won’t be convenient, I work until six—”
“This evening?” he said. She would have said tomorrow, but perhaps it was better not to have time to think better of it.
“All right,” she said. He tilted his head in an almost shy entreaty.
“All right, Aleksander,” she said and saw something ease in him.
She never served another cup of tea in Selfridge’s crested and gilt-trimmed china. She did order the Darjeeling once she was the Countess Kirigan with full access to the account. It was indeed very nice and she knew Mr. Selfridge himself begrudged her not a whit, because he told her so the first night she met him at the theater, that he had always known she had the spirit and the gumption to become a Countess, his American delight at conquering the aristocracy evident but not at all unpleasant.
#darklina#shadow and bone#mr. selfridge#crossover AU#sab x mr. selfridge#baghra as princess marie#count kirigan#aleksander morozova#alina starkov#harry gordon selfridge#miss mardle#mr. grove#serge de bolotoff#romance#shopgirl!alina#fluff#tea#full disclosure: I gave up watching Mr. Selfridge#during the third season#once agnes and henri left for france
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#A Trace of Lace#Fashion Blog#Disabled blogger#petite style#ootd#outfit of the day#outfit inspiration#spring fashion#sam edelman#miss selfridge
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Ones to Know| Make-up artist Bea Sweet
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#10 magazine#bea sweet#beauty#de beers#fashion campaign#makeup artist#makeup lookbook#Miss Sohee#ones to know#selfridges#Sohee Park#vogue
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