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I saw the movie Personal Shopper last night. Kristen Stewart is the main character. There is a scene where she is lying down on her left side, bare chested, receiving an echocardiogram. The doctor mentions her mitral valve [the doc mentions her left ventricle, not her mitral. My bad. Also, you can see her pulse in her neck--HOT!], and has the probe pressed to her mitral. We see what is supposed to be her beating heart, for a few seconds. My thoughts were that if you are going so far as to have a real ultrasound machine, a real cardiac probe, and real knowledge to place the probe in the right location, why not give Miss Stewart an in-real-time echocardiogram? Why let us see a stored image of some random person’s heart beating? Us cardiophiles want to see her heart beating. I bet she has a nice pump in there. Perhaps it was her actual heart beating. I like to imagine that it was. It sure does make that scene sooooo much better.
thinking about how i wrote lae’zel to have the same accident with some chicken that i had once and how she would be walking around the store with the resulting wet pant leg
actually, their first in person meeting would be wild from dream's perspective like. he's sick, last thing he remembered is not being able to get up from the floor. then there's this burly, pretty guy hovering over you and you're in your bed and very torn between being glad someone is helping and wanting to go 'what the fuck did you break into my house??'
oh my god okay the weirdest thing happened at work today. Like this one wins 'weirdest thing that's happened to me while working in retail' and maybe even 'weirdest thing that's happened to me in general'. Like I'm not kidding this was straight up bizarre.
Okay so for those who don't know I work retail at a supermarket, specifically in the online shopping department. And one of my jobs is serving customers who want to collect their online grocery orders in-store rather than pay extra to have them delivered. So I'm outside, I've just finished serving a customer, and another car pulls up, so I take the order name and head inside to get this lady's shopping.
So I'm inside for maybe two minutes, right? Including the time it took me to walk from the collection point to the storage area, and the time it took me to walk back up with her shopping, I'm gone for maybe four minutes. Five tops. And I get back up to the collection point and I notice something lying on the ground on the pavement, right next to the parking bay.
(To explain the geography, the booth is at the side of the store, it consists of two parking spots one behind the other under a canopy, and there's a concrete walkway between the store and the parking spots that goes under the canopy and leads up to the main road behind the store, which itself is perpendicular to a shopping mall with the entrance facing the parking lot.)
So I get closer and I see this black thing lying on the ground, and I'm thinking, "Huh, is that, like, a bin bag? A really crumpled bin bag? That wasn't there five minutes ago, did someone drop a bin bag while I was inside?"
No, not a bin bag. I get close enough to see two distinct cups, and realise that it is, in fact, a bra.
Unworn - it still has the tags on. Victoria's Secret, the most notoriously overpriced store in the mall. Padded, with underwiring, with lace detail and diamanté on the straps. Expensive, definitely - I'm guessing in the range of £70 or more (over $90 in American money). I would NOT pay that much for a bra (the most I've paid for a bra is probably around £40, and the comfiest bra I own came in a pack of 3 for £25 and is in fact so unobtrusive I sometimes forget to take it off before I go to bed) but if I DID pay that much for a bra, I would NOT abandon it on a rain-soaked concrete walkway behind a supermarket.
I'm debating what to do about the bra - do I take a picture? Do I take it inside? Do I pretend not to see it? - when suddenly I hear screaming from the direction of the main road. I turn, slightly nervously, and see a guy barrelling along the walkway towards me at full tilt.
He looks to be between 30 and 45, with a full beard, and he's clutching a Victoria's Secret shopping bag to his chest. There are lacy bits spilling out the top. And, the most distinctive detail, he's screaming at the top of his lungs. I'm talking horror movie shrieking, like this guy sounds like he's being chased by a hook-handed man wearing a hockey-mask and armed with a chainsaw. There is no one else visible on the walkway.
And this guy sprints past me, snatches up the bra like a criminally-inclined cat swiping a fresh and crispy fish-stick out of a toddler's hand, and takes off in the direction of the mall. Doesn't bother putting the bra in his bag. It's flapping over his shoulder like a double-D lace and diamanté flag of mourning (presumably in honour of his dignity). He's still screaming.
And I'm left standing there, kind of unsure of what I just saw, and the customer gets out of her car and says, almost conversationally, "He was screaming for a while there." And I just have to serve this lady and act like this was a normal experience to have while at work at 5pm on a Saturday. I've had fish thrown at me by customers before, but this couldn't even be excused as an adult temper tantrum. This was, like I said, plain fucking bizarre.
Anyway, like, I don't necessarily like having stories from working in retail, but this one hits different, I think.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington's Parents, Wayne Munson
Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, Mutual Pining, Steve's Pov, Stylist/ Personal Shopper Steve Harrington, the party, Christmas, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, upside-down, no one dies, Fluff and Angst
Series: Part 1 of The Personal Shopper and the Rockstar
Summary:
Most of the time Steve Harrington loves his job as stylist and personal shopper for the rich and famous. This isn't one of those times. Eddie Munson, the lead singer of Corroded Coffin, one of his best friends and his oldest client, just contacted him to buy Christmas gifts for his new boyfriend. Only problem is that Steve has been in love with him for years. How is he going to handle buying lovely gifts for the love of his life to give to another man?
ANYONE ANIME NORTH ATENDEES DOWN TO BUY ME SOMETHING AT ARTIST ALLEY?
HELLO!! I am interested in an item that can only be purchased in-person at Anime North in Toronto, Canada...but unfortunately I'm stuck 3,500 miles away in Hawaii. 💔
One of the artists selling this zine is naro (@naroym_ on Twitter) and I believe they'll be at table #444 (right side blurred due to possibly disturbing imagery). It's the "Adachi risograph zine"
I'd pay for the price of the zine, shipping, and a little extra for your troubles (maybe $10-20?? or I'll buy YOU a copy if you're also an Adachi fan lol) via PayPal.
The zine itself is ~$25 USD. I'm not entirely sure if they'll have it out on their table, so please consider asking the artist/whomever is running the booth for a copy just in case it's a special "if you're in the know" situation.
Ideally you'd buy it, I reimburse you (within 24 hours), then we discuss shipping shortly after the convention is over. When everything is packed/ready to go, I pay for the shipping and then you drop that bad boy off at the post office!!
Please sandwich the book between thick cardboard/chipboard when shipping. I really don't want it to get bent on the way here.
I have good standing as a seller and buyer on Mercari and eBay (I'm not sure why this matters to some people but it does. I can and will pay you back asap.)