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Bohemian tunics, cotton tunic tops

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[silkkaftanwomen]

Welcome to a symphony of style, where the delicate threads of silk intertwine with the graceful drapes of kaftans. In this blog, we embark on a journey to unravel the timeless beauty and versatility of silk kaftans. From their rich history to their contemporary appeal, we will explore the many facets of these elegant garments and discover why they continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts around the world.

A Symphony of Silk: A Brief History of Silk Kaftans

Delve into the origins of kaftans, tracing their roots back to ancient civilizations. 

Explore the cultural significance of kaftans in various regions, from the Ottoman Empire to North Africa and beyond. 

Learn about the evolution of kaftans  from traditional attire to modern fashion statements.

In the symphony of fashion, silk kaftans resonate as an embodiment of grace and versatility. From their historical significance to their modern-day adaptations, these garments have stood the test of time and continue to charm fashion enthusiasts with their elegance. Whether you're seeking comfort, glamour, or cultural fusion, the world of silk kaftans offers a myriad of possibilities. So, embrace the symphony and let your style soar to new heights with the enchanting allure of silk kaftans.

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[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 15, 1966

On the roof of the Royal Pavilion in Brighton…Franco-American actress Leslie Caron in shorts, striped harem pajamas, a small white kaftan trimmed in green. By Fernando Sanchez for Warner. Pajamas, from Dacron and Avron. Coat, in Arnel and Du Pont nylon (Stehli fabric).

Sur le toit du Royal Pavilion de Brighton …L'actrice franco américaine Leslie Caron en short, pyjama sarouel rayé, un petit caftan blanc gansé de vert. Par Fernando Sanchez pour Warner. Pyjamas, de Dacron et Avron. Manteau, en nylon Arnel et Du Pont (tissu de Stehli).

Photo Henry Clarke

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[omagazineparis]

Entretien avec Fadela Bennani, fondatrice de Amaz Store

Chez �� Magazine nous aimons la mode, et encore plus lorsqu’elle s’engage. Amaz, c’est la marque de sneakers marocaine éthiques et artisanales. C’est tout ce que promet cette jeune marque. Rencontre avec Fadela Bennani pour nous raconter l’histoire de la marque. Article rédigé par: Clémentine Pirron Fadela Bennani, d'ou vous vient cette envie de créer ? Parce que j’ai rêvé de créer des sneakers élégantes avec une touche artisanale marocaine, J’ai aussi rêvé de valoriser le savoir-faire ancestral des artisans marocains et de soutenir la filière de la chaussure marocaine, Parce que j’ai rêvé de contribuer à mon échelle à améliorer l’accès à l’éducation des filles dans les régions enclavées du Maroc. Parce que j’ai rêvé de créer une marque vegan et éco-consciente, n’utilisant pas de matière d’origine animale ni d’emballage en carton ou en plastique. Pour toutes ces raisons, j’ai rêvé de créer AMAZ. Pourquoi avoir eu envie de créer des sneakers ? Je suis une grande fan de sneakers depuis mon adolescence, pour leur confort et leur côté pratique ! Elles sont devenues aujourd’hui de vrais incontournables de la mode et c’est tant mieux ! Que signifie Amaz ? AMAZ provient du mot « amazigh » qui signifie « berbère » en langue berbère. AMAZ renvoie aussi au mot « amas » qui veut dire « tu aimes » en portugais, car AMAZ prône ça aussi. Quelles sont vos sources d’inspiration ? Le Maroc et la beauté de son artisanat. Les sneakers AMAZ sont des sneakers contemporaines fabriquées artisanalement au Maroc par des « artisans-maâlems » avec une touche artisanale marocaine, inspirée des habits traditionnels, les caftans, et de la broderie traditionnelle de la ville impériale de Fes. Comment se déroule le processus de création et de fabrication de chaque création ?  Je crée et dessine moi-même les modèles en m’inspirant de la diversité offerte par l’artisanat marocain. Les sneakers AMAZ se fabriquent à la main dans un petit atelier artisanal de fabrication de chaussures dans la périphérie de Casablanca. L’atelier a été choisi notamment car il offre de bonnes conditions de travail aux artisans. La filière de la chaussure a connu une grande crise au Maroc ces 20 dernières années. J’essaye de contribuer à mon niveau à soutenir cette filière et à préserver le savoir-faire local. Sur le mêle thème : Bon Fripe Bon Genre, le concept store d'Estelle Duret Quel est l’engagement d’Amaz ? AMAZ est une marque solidaire qui œuvre en faveur de l’éducation des filles dans les zones reculées du Maroc. A travers le programme AMAZ for Education, et en partenariat avec l’ONG Education For All, 1 paire achetée équivaut à 1 journée d’école en pensionnat pour une fillette issue des villages reculés du Haut Atlas marocain. C'est également une marque vegan et éco-consciente, qui n’utilise pas de matière d’origine animale ni d’emballage en carton ou en plastique. L’emballage de chaque paire consiste en un tote bag en toile écrue, réutilisable. Pourquoi avoir choisi l’éducation ? J’ai vécu plusieurs années en France et à mon retour au Maroc, je me suis rendue compte que l’éducation était loin d’être un droit acquis pour tous les enfants du pays. Je suis convaincue que l’éducation est un levier-clé pour le développement du Maroc. Un proverbe sénégalais dit en effet qu’éduquer une fille c’est éduquer une nation. J’ai voulu œuvrer en faveur de l’éducation des filles en particulier car l’accès à l’école est encore plus difficile pour elles alors qu’elles constituent l’avenir de la société. Quels sont vos futurs projets pour le développement de la marque ? Le lancement d’une collection homme car pour l’instant les sneakers AMAZ sont uniquement pour femmes. Merci de nous avoir raconté l'histoire de cette superbe marque, Fadela Bennani. Nous avons eu en effet un vrai coup de cœur pour  la marque Amaz, éthique, artisanale et qui s'engage en faveur de l'éducation. Read the full article

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[goddessofwonderland]

I cheered when i saw this...people are looking at me but i do not care..........it's HERE!!!!

The wetsuit, the biker ensemble, the kilt, the fencing pants, the captain’s uniform, the slutty caftan, the Tudor king, the wolf fur, the holy vestments – they were all here.

I squealed

“You must understand I have never been most people’s favourite person. In this realm or any other. ” he said bitterly, avoiding your eyes as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Anyone’s favourite person, in truth. To be loved. It is rather a strange concept to me.” His eyeline staggered upwards, reluctantly meeting your gaze. “But I am trying.”

Aw noo Loki we love you as you are....

@lokisgoodgirlis You did an amazing job of showing him being unable to believe that someone actually loves him👏👏 This was enough to pull on all of our heartstrings

My love. You would never tire of those words from his lips.

Me neither Loki...me neither

Oh and the smut was perfect as usual...mind-blowing and dripping with hotness. Petition to start calling Loki Your Hotness instead of Your highness.

So good words fail me...how am I supposed to sleep now...its 12 in the morning here....atleast I'll have nice dreams

@lokisgoodgirl That was an amazing way to end the series - starting off with some casual hate (but incredibly good) sex -to getting emotions involved -to almost breaking my heart-to the perfect ending - all while keeping your audience ever-intrested and invested in the series....hats off to you ma'am 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Can't wait for the epilogue ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Once again ✨Amazing ✨ chapter

We love you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Final Bids: Love Wins [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (20) A loved-up Loki has a surprise or two for you in his chambers. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Hostile Fluff. Language. Biker! Loki 'fit cameo. (w/c 3.8k)

You and Loki hadn't stop kissing from the moment the elevator closed to the moment it slid open on the sixty-fifth floor. You had run out the main doors of the event suite with the stares of bemused looking spectators following you, the crowd parting. There was no looking back as Loki’s fingers grasped your own, knitted tightly.

He was still bare-chested, the button of his trousers still undone. Hair was wild, cheeks hot, smiles wide as cat-calls and ringing shouts of ‘finally’ followed far beyond the lavish foyer.

Your searching hands clawed at his naked back as he pressed you against the glass wall of the lift. Floor disappeared below, winding higher as you moaned into his open mouth.

“Come on…” he muttered, eyes flashing with mischief before yanking you out the open elevator doors and around the corner towards his rooms. His sanctuary. He strode ahead, making you teeter on your heels as you tried in vain to keep up. With an impatient growl, he spun - lifting you effortlessly around his hips. You gasped, a giggle escaping as his features retained their set determination. “You were taking too long. As usual. ” he growled, taking several more strides before slamming your back against his front door.

Loki’s hand at your back blanketed the impact as his lips ravenously enveloped your own. The god’s tongue swept inside your mouth, a mewl sneaking from your throat as you turned to messy putty beneath his possessive wiles. Somewhere, there was a low beep. The door fell open. Loki stumbled inside, holding you steady with one strong arm. His tongue never left your mouth as you groaned against him, his furiously hard cock pressing eagerly against your inner thigh. Reluctantly, he lowered you the floor, spinning you gently to face the room beyond the entryway. You gaped, taking in the lavish dark furnishings you had only imagined as you touched yourself beneath your bedsheets in the dead of night. Thick velvet curtains hung closed against the windows; green, of course. The scent of rich mahogany filled the air, shy curls of smoke wafting from dozens of candles set on the bookshelves which lined the living room. A fireplace that you were entirely sure wasn't to code suddenly roared to life in the corner. To your right, you could just see a sliver of a majestic bed-frame through the crack of a door. Looking back to the room at hand, you suddenly realised you had company. Of sorts. Nine mannequins were placed in a semi-circle at the far corner of the room, giving them the look of some sort of macabre council. Loki’s warm breath fanned your ear as he stooped to speak, noting your interest. “Do they bring back fond memories, darling?” he purred, making you shiver. The wetsuit, the biker ensemble, the kilt, the fencing pants, the captain’s uniform, the slutty caftan, the Tudor king, the wolf fur, the holy vestments – they were all here. “I thought you would appreciate a reminder of our journey together on this auspicious occasion.” he whispered slowly, measuring your reaction. You giggled, throwing a glance over your shoulder before moving towards them to investigate. “What would you have done with these if I’d not...you know, done what I did downstairs?” “Burn them, obviously.” “Obviously.” you replied dryly, pinching the edges of the wetsuit and running your fingers down thoughtfully. It feels like so long ago. “Although I was quietly confident that my masterplan would yield fruit.” he smirked, perching elegantly on the armrest of hi sofa. “Master-plan...” you scoffed derisively, gravitas quashed by the unshakeable grin stretched across your face. “Keep telling yourself that, Laufeyson.” Minutes passed as you inspected each piece while Loki watched in silence, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I thought I would allow you a choice of attire for us to consummate our truce.” he said, slowly rising and circling behind as you paused in front of the ravaged kilt hanging on its holder. "Truce? How romantic." you murmured sarcastically, hearing the tap of his dress shoes against the mahogany floor. The mannequins were an exact replica of Loki’s frame, you realised, running your hand down the rough woollen sash. You shivered, remembered the sight of his war-stained features surfacing between your spread thighs on the wet battlements. Loki’s hips pressed against your ass, his hard stomach moulding to the shape of your spine as he loomed behind you. “Can’t you see which one I’d choose, the whole mindreading-whatever-it-is?” you said absent-mindedly, snapping a long strap of the fencing pants for effect. Loki chuckled. “Oh, that." Loki drawled. "With some difficulty, I fashioned an enchantment so that I cannot see too deeply. I have cut myself off, as it were. It is only an aura of your mood that I have access to – and nothing to be done about that. Unless your love for me wanes, of course.” You turned, unable to disguise your shock. “What?! Since when?” Loki's features twisted in an apologetic grimace. “At the faire...I began to delve too deeply. I knew that you did not approve, I felt...guilty." He paused, surprised at his own revelation. "Was I wrong?” he added, brows slanted. “No I just…” you started sheepishly, biting your lip. Your eyes widened. “But some of the things you said in Rome, the little comments, the-” “About you wanting me, you mean?” Loki scoffed gently. He shook his head. “Any fool could see that, darling. My brother, for one.” You turned away, closing you eyes as you tried to process how unbearably in love with him you were. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest. He really is full of surprises. “You could have told me.” you said with a feigned air of annoyance, fingering the intricate embroidery of the sheer caftan. “And lose my advantage in our little tirades? I think not, Agent.” Loki purred, eyes burning with mischief. “Besides, I do not need magical abilities to read you.” You could feel his soundless approach, the warmth of his bare chest inches from your back. “Now choose, please.” he whispered, a wandering hand slipping around your waist. Your palm slid up his cheekbone from behind, pressing him against the crook of your neck. “I don’t need a costume, Loki” you whispered, turning. “I just need you.” The god chuckled into your hair. “Are you sure they didn’t help pave the way to your heart? I thought it would be...romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “Well they didn’t hurt.” You ran your eyes down the white captain’s uniform pressed neatly against its mannequin. “But really…” you said, sliding your palm over Loki’s shoulders. “I just want you, Loki. All of you.” The god’s brow furrowed, a bob in his throat as his mind fought to catch up. “I see.” he managed to say, catching on his tongue. There was a pause, as Loki’s stare searched yours. “Is it really so hard to believe?” you said, cupping his jaw. “That I love you?” Loki nodded once, his gaze lowered, lashes spread in a perfect fan against his skin.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing the answer. But it seemed important that he say it. He swallowed.

“You must understand I have never been most people’s favourite person. In this realm or any other. ” he said bitterly, avoiding your eyes as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Anyone’s favourite person, in truth. To be loved. It is rather a strange concept to me.” His eyeline staggered upwards, reluctantly meeting your gaze. “But I am trying.” “I know. I’m sorry about all the red stuff – the dress was an accident but the bra and the g-string I didn’t know-” Loki’s finger pressed to your lips. “Do not apologise.” he murmured. “Just promise me that you shall not lie with him when you tire of me.” You couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that erupted against his finger. “Tire of you?” you choked. “I don’t think that’s likely.” Loki raised an eyebrow, making your features straighten. “But I promise, I will not…” you wrinkled your nose, “...lie with Thor.” The god nodded regally, accepting your pledge. The tips of his cheekbones had flushed palest pink. “I love you.” you said softly, capturing his fingers as they brushed your collarbone. “I love you.” he replied with a shy smile. His voice was rich and warm, the tenor sinking into your soul like salve. “But it is more than that…” he added mysteriously, his tone deepening. You felt the familiar zing of arousal between your thighs, the eroticism of his power building in earnest. “I have burned for you, every cell of my being yearning uncontrollably since the moment you first cut me with that sharp tongue.” he murmured, sweeping hair from your neck. “It is a need, an obsession. And the obsession of a god is not easily swayed. I hope you are prepared for that.” His parted lips danced across your shoulder, as your hands slid beneath his armpits and between the muscled blades. “I could not bear to think that you would never be mine-” he growled, “not after all the times before, and never like this...never as-” “-Real.” you gasped, as he placed a gentle bite on the curve of your neck, a deep moan filling the space. “Real.” he echoed quietly, before placing a soothing kiss on the mark he had left. “I could not bear it.” His eyes met with yours, glassy with emotion. “I thought...that the only way to harvest the passion I desperately craved from you was-” “-by being an asshole?” you postured, raising your brows. Loki smiled sheepishly. “You gave as good as you got, darling.” he murmured, his hand beginning to toy with the zip of your dress. “Better, some might say.” you gasped, feeling the tug of your seams coming loose. “In your dreams, Agent.” Loki whispered, as your dress pooled around your ankles. “And besides…” he quipped, walking you backwards through the living room towards the king bed next door. “One cannot accuse us of being predictable.” “Perish the thought.” you said, as the back of your knees hit the firm mattress. Loki lowered his chin to his chest, the fire in his eyes that burned right before he fucked you smouldering with new intensity. “My love…” he hummed, possessively sliding his hands over your ass and squeezing. “My love.” you responded with a gasping groan, the curve of your lips cresting each vowel like a breaking wave. “Choose one.” he growled, a ragged moan vibrating in his chest as he slipped his hand inside your panties. “I must insist. For old times sake.”

Your eyes flickered to the row of mannequins just visible outside the door. “The b-biker…” you stammered, as Loki’s digits began to play lazily against your soaking slit. “Mmm” he hummed, knowingly. “I’m sure the garments for that particular ensemble isn’t the only thing you desire from it, my love?” My love. You would never tire of those words from his lips. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as Loki’s suit trousers began to turn to scuffed black denim beneath your touch. The fingers digging into his back suddenly had a thin layer of fabric between his flesh and yours; the scent of old oil wafting from the cotton. Cool, heavy metal swung against your chest as he shoved you playfully back onto the bed, watching as a familiar vintage leather jacket unfurled over his torso. The god chuckled, seeing your legs widen as you drew your feet onto the mattress; sinking into the thick crispness of his duvet. He ran a hand through his hair, a trail of seidr rendering it wild. Your breath skipped as you saw the outline of the deep scar through his eyebrow form, ink flourishing on both sets of his knuckles. C.H.A.O.S. You shuddered, ass clenching. The crossed daggers flourished in all their glory over his heart, the edges faded as old tattoos do. Loki’s fingers toyed teasingly with the buckle of the studded belt, hanging sluttishly around his hips. “Do you want me to be a bad boy, Agent?” he growled, untamed hair falling in waves against his sharp cheekbones. “You’re always a bad boy.” you purred, making Loki wink before he cleared his throat. “Well, I better not disappoint then.” he postured, sinking into character as he lowered himself on top of you. The leather creaked against his biceps as he braced, the stretch making you clench as he descended on your mouth in a mess of teeth and tongue. You thrust upwards, the thin fabric of your wet gusset colliding with his belt buckle. Loki chuckled, scooping you upwards. He knelt on the bed, ass resting on his worn combat boots; shifting so only one of his denim-clad thighs sat between your spread legs. “Use me.” he rumbled, lowering his chin as he began to rock your hips back and forth. Friction made delicate skin sizzle as he set your pussy alight, every whimper met with enthusiastic sighs of pleasure and praise. “That’s it, darling…” he groaned as you grasped at his hard cock beneath the tight denim. Searching.

He was a mess of adulation, words unsaid for too long spilling from his lips with every flame of climax blossoming in your belly. “I’m for your pleasure, now.” he gasped, gyrating his hips as you rocked against his thigh. “Always...take it. Take i-it, my love. It’s y-yours. I’m..f-fuck, I’m yours.” Your nails dug into the leather covering his shoulders, marking the soft material as you came undone against him. “Loki...y-yes..uhhh” you moaned into his open mouth as he gazed up at you, rough ebony curls thrown back. One of your hands fell to his chest, catching on the loop of the pendant hanging against his heart. The slicing angle of Loki’s jaw was poised, lips parted. His eyes were wide, brow creased as you came with a grateful cry of his name. He continued to guide your hips back and forth while your grip tightened and then relaxed. You burrowed your face in the curve of his neck, noting the musk of Croatian alcohol and smoky bars that still clung there. “I do so love watching you cum…” he murmured shyly, as you began to pull wantonly at his belt buckle. “Well I love watching you cum” you said, pressing your lips together in a coy smile. “So I guess that works out, doesn’t it?” Loki’s hand ran through your hair, tugging your head back before he placed a messy suck to the pulse point. “Mine.” he growled breathily, as your fingers raced to undo his belt. “Leave it…” he muttered, making your hands fly to his leather jacket, forcing it roughly over his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, the low thump of his combat boots hitting the floorboards making your whole body shiver. He shuffled backwards, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Are you ready, love?” he muttered seductively. You nodded, your feral desire barely contained as you bounced on your knees. Instinctively your fingers rubbed his violently hard cock through the rough denim, feeling for metal. The god hissed as your fingers caught against the tip. "Oh, it's there." Loki purred knowingly, whipping the belt from its holster and slowly rolling down the zip. You licked your lips, seeing the majesty of his pierced cock bob into view. Wordlessly you leant forwards, sucking the moist head of his manhood against your tongue with a calculated swirl. You tugged the silver barbell, flicking. Loki whimpered, steadying himself against the bedpost. “F-fuckk, darling…” he gasped quietly. “I shall n-never be prepared for that.”

The metal balls of his piecing were cool against the heat of your mouth, rolling them against your searching tongue as he groaned above you. A metallic taste rose against the warmth of his sweetness, the god's musk swirling intoxicatingly against the sharp tang of steel. Saliva leaked out the sides of the join, letting it coat his cock as you slid back and forth, sucking gently. Your lips tightened, the stroke of your hand against his thick, slippery shaft making his hips jolt. “Won’t l-last l-long…gods-” he rasped, gently winding the hand not steadying him into your hair.

Your own whoreish moans burned deep in your eardrums, mouth stuffed with his girth as you felt him begin to tremble. “D-don’t stop…” he panted, as you increased your pace. “Do you w-want me to cum in your...fuckkk-your mouth, p-precious one?” Loki stammered with difficulty, his breath catching as his hips began to tremble. You groaned enthusiastically, vibrations making his balls tighten. You heard a low crack of wood, Loki’s grip making the wooden bedpost split beneath it. A thundering moan ripped from above, hot cum flooding your tongue; dripping down your throat as you swallowed against the tip of his thick cock.

You released him with a messy pop, tugging once more at the piercing while gazing up at the dishevelled god with pure love. His bliss-drunk eyes lazily searched your face, hovering on the slick of his delicious cum coating your lips. He licked his own. “We can do the rest later, don’t worry.” you cooed, sitting up on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki chuckled, delicate skin creasing at the corners of his eyes. “Ah! About that-” he smouldered, before falling forwards and pinning you beneath him on the bed. “Gods have a very short refractory period. I’m delighted to inform you that we can fuck endlessly, if that is your desire.” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched your jaw drop.

“You mean all this time we could have done it twice?” “More than twice, darling.” he jibed, feigning offence. “But to be frank, typically the mood had been ruined by one of your mid-coital insults by that point.” “My insults?!” you huffed, feeling his cock growing hard again against your thigh. Loki kissed you deeply, making your back arch as you felt the tingle of his seidr evaporate the rest of his biker clothes. He slid a finger through your folds, moaning appreciatively. “Wet, warm...perfect.” he muttered, curls grazing against your cheeks. You felt the metal balls of his piercing on the wide tip nudge against your entrance, the coolness tingling against your heat. Twin moans filled the air as he squeezed himself past the tight opening, Loki’s eyes rolling back before they fluttered closed. He bottomed out with a low pant of pleasure, a final thrust of his hips making the metal spheres tug against your deepest walls. The metal stud fastened to Loki’s pubic mound pulled gently against your clit, every slow roll of his hips making you rock into him. “Loki...f-fuck, I’d f-forgotten-oh god..oh g-god.” you panted, as his knees widened on the bed. The base of his flat stomach was pressed to your own, the thick veins running along his biceps bulging as he thrust into you in mind-altering waves. “Let yourself go, my love...there is no limit anymore. Not with us.” he praised, as your fingertips sank into the taut muscle of his ass. Effortlessly, Loki raised himself from his forearms; angling his hips so only the tip of his cock remained inside your wet cunt. “Loki...please” you begged, squirming beneath him. He smirked, beginning to make small thrusts against your g-spot. Your head slid back against the pillow, back arching. “Fuck-Loki...y-yess oh-god.” It caressed the swollen spot inside you, tingling with the urge to burst while the piercing rubbed on either side. It was heaven. “Cum for me, lov-ve.” he murmured, his voice breaking on the final syllable. Your hands fell back against the pillows, fingers curling around the antique brass railings of his bed-frame. Loki growled through shallow pants, his large palms cupping the joint of your hips as he guided you back and forth on his mighty cock. “C-come in me, Loki…” you whined, chin pointed to the ceiling as every muscle in your body screamed for release. "Own me, you fucking own me."

You were a writhing mess of pure sex, every swing of his hair; every harsh exhale of air from his throat a primal cacophony of lust and love. Both of your moans grew louder, the slap of his balls against your skin driving you over the edge as he unravelled. There was a sudden rush, a burning thrill of flooding climax as Loki’s shallow pants of praise blossomed to a thundering roar. The groan of his name from your throat was primal; threatening to shake his books from their shelves.

The god's breaths slowed, melting against you in a wet kiss before rolling to the side. His head hit the pillow with a muted thump. “Have I ever told you, that your the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he panted. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.” you quipped, resting your chin resting on his heaving chest. “That would be too complimentary, you were too busy trying to make my life hell.” Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “As I said on our first tryst, darling...indifference is the true insult.” He squeezed you tighter, before the amused smile faded. “There is one more past outfit I must show you.” he said tentatively, before frowning. “Return to you, actually.”

You sat up, propped on your elbows. “Oh?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Although I have made one notable alteration.” he added, raising a hand and waving it gracefully in the air. A bright shimmer appeared at the foot of the bed, rolling downwards to reveal silken fabric fluttering suspended in the air. “Oh my god…” you whispered, eyes wide. The red dress that Loki had ripped with his hands and teeth from your body while he fucked you to oblivion in a jealous rage the night of the shareholder’s party swayed in front of you. Loki flicked his fingers, making it dance in the air.

It was immaculate, even by his standards of repair. Except now, it was a rich emerald green. “Loki-” you started, feeling a lump in your throat. Gently, his fingers tipped your chin to face him. “You have made me a better man, Agent.” he said slowly, enunciating every word. “Are you sure about that? I’m not sure Clint would agree. Or Amanda, actually.” you smirked, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And enough with the ‘Agent’, you know how much it annoys me.” Loki laughed softly, sighing as he stretched his naked legs across the sheets. “Ah, so you heard about Barton.”

You let your eyes wander up his endless limbs, admiring the curve and dip of each perfectly carved muscle. “He put in a complaint with Tony.” you said, making Loki nodded sagely, lips pursed. The fact that Tony had, of course, told everyone, did not need to be stated to be understood. There was a pause. "And by the way, where is Thor getting a spare two million from to pay for you?" Loki smirked, rolling towards you with a fist propped innocently beneath his temple. "He's been putting off offers for a raunchy photoshoot with a well-known underwear brand for years, darling. I wouldn't worry." "Sorry, what was that you were saying about being a better man?" you goaded, holding back a laugh. “Well, our misplaced animosity may not have been the smoothest path to encouraging a reformation of my admittedly devilish character-” Loki said thoughtfully, nestling his nose against the tip of your cheekbone. “-but your love might.” You swung a leg over his hips, enjoying the exaggerated oof he released as you settled your core to his stomach. Your palm cupped his face, smoothing the silk of his jaw with your thumb. Loki tilted his head, raven curls a mess of tangles against the white pillowcase. “You’ll still always manage to irritate me, you know.” you said, as a smile played at Loki’s lips. "Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." In a flash, Loki had you on your back, giggling beneath him as the warm comfort of his solid frame pressed to yours. “Likewise, my love-' he sighed happily against your sex mussed hair. He placed a firm kiss on your temple, thumb pushing back strands of damp hair from your forehead. “-And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - Thank you SO SO MUCH for coming with me on this journey. What started with a humble slutty wetsuit has blossomed into our beloved arsey, impossible Loki and stubborn Agent and I hope you're as happy with this ending as I am :) There will be a lil Epilogue (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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LinkedIn est un outil formidable : il permet à tous de donner son avis librement sur tout un tas de sujets et de les partager auprès d’une communauté. Comme une sorte de café du commerce, mais avec un comptoir infiniment long, et une salle éclairée au néon dont les limites ne sont pas perceptible, plongées dans le brouillard des cigarettes électroniques. Et tout comme au PMU, contrairement à Facebook ou Instagram, LinkedIn permet de faire éclater les bulles dans lesquelles nos vies nous conduisent inexorablement. On peut y croiser tout un monde, et surtout des gens différents de soi : du commercial qui fait de la publicité pour du carrelage imitation parquet, au type qui parle un peu trop fort, à celui qui ronfle affalé sur le zinc. On peut tomber sur des cousines gauchistes, des oncles racistes, des poivrots mélancoliques, des intellos refoulés, ou des timbrés encombrants. LinkedIn est un endroit étonnant ou on peut retrouver encore un peu d’altérité, un vrai espace public. Alors parfois il y a quelqu’un qui se dresse sur le comptoir, prend la parole, et dans la rumeur de la foule, lance une idée troublante qui traverse l'espace : les femmes, parce qu’elles ont des seins, font une architecture courbe. https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:7042400401534382080/

Stupéfait, au milieu du café, vous pensez à un hommage rétroactif aux interprétations raciales des formes architecturales de l’architecte américain Irving Pond, qui tissait des liens entre la morphologie des différents styles architecturaux avec les silhouettes et les vêtements des différentes ethnies. Celui-ci expliquait au 19e siècle que les temples grecs sont des hommages au corps nu et musclé de ce peuple, remarquait que les turbans et les caftans des Arabes s’accordent étroitement aux coupoles et aux structures élancées de leurs édifices, et que les toits pentus de l’architecture chinoise ne font que reprendre l’inclinaison des yeux et des sourcils de ce peuple. Une vision éculée, nationaliste et raciste, que ne peut excuser que le temps qui passe. Nathalie de Blois, une des plus grandes architectes du monde, qui a notamment fait le siège de Pepsi-Cola, le plus beau bâtiment de SOM et peut être du XXéme siécle, et qui ne présente pas une seule petite courbe, a du se retourner dans sa tombe en soupirant. (https://99percentinvisible.org/episode/natalie-de-blois-to-tell-the-truth/)

Mais ajoutant le sordide au consternant, cette personne brandit fièrement une pancarte présentant un photomontage glauque avec au milieu de projets d'architecture, un sideboob dégoulinant d’eau, contribuant une nouvelle fois à cette sexualisation douteuse du corps féminin dans l’espace public. Bon. C’est un manque évident de culture, c’est maladroit, c’est douteux, mais c’est le jeu du café du commerce. Vous touillez un peu nerveusement votre café, et vous détournez le regard, un peu mal à l’aise.

Et là, tout à coup, le directeur général des services de la métropole surgit d’un coin de la salle, vient donner une accolade à la personne avec la pancarte, et répète à la cantonade ce message douteux, aussitôt applaudi par le puissant patron de la société d’économie mixte locale. Vous tombez des nues. Mais malheureusement, la scène n’est pas encore complète : fendant la foule, l’adjoint au patrimoine historique et contemporain, bientôt rejoint par le Maire, lui même, viennent taper dans le dos de cette dame et la congratuler, sous vos yeux ébahis. Le café à soudainement un gout très amer.

Qu’un maire n’y connaisse pas grand-chose en architecture n’est pas en soi très important, mais il me semble qu’il a un devoir, s’entourer de personnes compétentes, qui connaissent le sujet, qui l’oriente, et qui lui évite absolument de commettre ce type d’erreur politique. Cette petite anecdote du café du commerce est révélatrice et nous apprend deux choses. La première c’est que la pédagogie auprès de nos élus est impérative et urgente : il faudrait que l’école d’architecture, l’ordre des architectes puisse se saisir de cas d’école comme celui des folies pour expliquer notre métier. Le deuxième c’est que sortir du premier cercle en politique, celui des amis et des courtisans, n’est pas chose aisée en politique, mais c’est absolument essentiel quand on veut conduire une politique urbaine digne de ce nom. Une agence d’urbanisme métropolitaine devrait être cette institution qui permet au premier magistrat de se former, de dézoomer sur les grands enjeux de son territoire, et de s’affranchir du marigot local.

Ça devient urgent, à Montpellier, pour qu’on puisse prendre son café tranquille.

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Silk Kaftans: Captivating Kaftans for the Fashionable Soul

Welcome to the world of Silk Delights, where elegance meets comfort, and fashion meets soulful expression. In this blog, we will dive into the enchanting realm of captivating kaftans crafted from luxurious silk. These exquisite garments not only enhance your style quotient but also resonate with the fashion-forward individual seeking a unique blend of sophistication and comfort. Join us as we explore the allure of silk kaftans and discover why they are the perfect choice for the fashionable soul.

Embracing Luxury: 

The Magic of Silk Silk, known as the "queen of fabrics," has a long-standing reputation for its exceptional quality and luxurious feel. Derived from the delicate threads spun by silkworms, this natural fiber exudes an unmatched softness and lustrous sheen. The inherent breathability and lightweight nature of silk make it an ideal fabric for kaftans, allowing the wearer to feel indulged in sheer comfort while exuding an air of refined elegance.

Unleashing Creativity: 

Captivating Kaftan Designs Silk kaftans offer a canvas for artistic expression, with their flowing silhouettes and ample fabric. Designers across the globe have embraced the versatility of kaftans, creating captivating styles that range from intricate patterns to bold prints. Whether adorned with delicate embroidery, embellishments, or vibrant colors, silk kaftans effortlessly capture attention and reflect the wearer's unique personality. From bohemian-inspired prints to sophisticated monochromatic designs, there is a silk kaftan to suit every taste and occasion.

The Perfect Fusion: 

Style and Comfort What sets silk kaftans apart is their ability to seamlessly blend style with comfort. The loose and relaxed fit of kaftans allows for effortless movement, ensuring a comfortable wear throughout the day or evening. The lightweight and breathable nature of silk further enhance the comfort factor, making it a delightful choice for those who prioritize both fashion and ease. Whether lounging at home, attending a soirée, or strolling along a beach, silk kaftans effortlessly exude an air of sophistication without compromising on comfort.

Versatile Wardrobe Staple: 

Dressing Up or Down One of the most enticing aspects of silk kaftans is their versatility. They can be styled in countless ways, making them a versatile addition to any wardrobe. For a formal affair, pair a long silk kaftan with heels and statement jewelry, creating an effortlessly chic evening ensemble. On the other hand, a short silk kaftan can be paired with sandals or flats for a more casual, yet elegant, daytime look. The possibilities are endless, and the fashion-savvy soul will revel in the versatility that silk kaftans bring to their wardrobe.

Empowering Expression: 

Confidence and Individuality Silk kaftans possess a unique ability to empower the wearer. They allow for self-expression and offer a sense of freedom that is both liberating and empowering. Embracing a silk kaftan is an affirmation of one's individuality, a statement that celebrates personal style without conforming to conventional norms. The luxurious fabric and captivating designs merge to create a powerful fashion statement, instilling confidence and elevating the spirit of the fashionable soul.

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Entretien avec Fadela Bennani, fondatrice de Amaz Store

Chez Ô Magazine nous aimons la mode, et encore plus lorsqu’elle s’engage. Amaz, c’est la marque de sneakers marocaine éthiques et artisanales. C’est tout ce que promet cette jeune marque. Rencontre avec Fadela Bennani pour nous raconter l’histoire de la marque. Article rédigé par: Clémentine Pirron Fadela Bennani, d'ou vous vient cette envie de créer ? Parce que j’ai rêvé de créer des sneakers élégantes avec une touche artisanale marocaine, J’ai aussi rêvé de valoriser le savoir-faire ancestral des artisans marocains et de soutenir la filière de la chaussure marocaine, Parce que j’ai rêvé de contribuer à mon échelle à améliorer l’accès à l’éducation des filles dans les régions enclavées du Maroc. Parce que j’ai rêvé de créer une marque vegan et éco-consciente, n’utilisant pas de matière d’origine animale ni d’emballage en carton ou en plastique. Pour toutes ces raisons, j’ai rêvé de créer AMAZ. Pourquoi avoir eu envie de créer des sneakers ? Je suis une grande fan de sneakers depuis mon adolescence, pour leur confort et leur côté pratique ! Elles sont devenues aujourd’hui de vrais incontournables de la mode et c’est tant mieux ! Que signifie Amaz ? AMAZ provient du mot « amazigh » qui signifie « berbère » en langue berbère. AMAZ renvoie aussi au mot « amas » qui veut dire « tu aimes » en portugais, car AMAZ prône ça aussi. Quelles sont vos sources d’inspiration ? Le Maroc et la beauté de son artisanat. Les sneakers AMAZ sont des sneakers contemporaines fabriquées artisanalement au Maroc par des « artisans-maâlems » avec une touche artisanale marocaine, inspirée des habits traditionnels, les caftans, et de la broderie traditionnelle de la ville impériale de Fes. Comment se déroule le processus de création et de fabrication de chaque création ?  Je crée et dessine moi-même les modèles en m’inspirant de la diversité offerte par l’artisanat marocain. Les sneakers AMAZ se fabriquent à la main dans un petit atelier artisanal de fabrication de chaussures dans la périphérie de Casablanca. L’atelier a été choisi notamment car il offre de bonnes conditions de travail aux artisans. La filière de la chaussure a connu une grande crise au Maroc ces 20 dernières années. J’essaye de contribuer à mon niveau à soutenir cette filière et à préserver le savoir-faire local. Sur le mêle thème : Bon Fripe Bon Genre, le concept store d'Estelle Duret Quel est l’engagement d’Amaz ? AMAZ est une marque solidaire qui œuvre en faveur de l’éducation des filles dans les zones reculées du Maroc. A travers le programme AMAZ for Education, et en partenariat avec l’ONG Education For All, 1 paire achetée équivaut à 1 journée d’école en pensionnat pour une fillette issue des villages reculés du Haut Atlas marocain. C'est également une marque vegan et éco-consciente, qui n’utilise pas de matière d’origine animale ni d’emballage en carton ou en plastique. L’emballage de chaque paire consiste en un tote bag en toile écrue, réutilisable. Pourquoi avoir choisi l’éducation ? J’ai vécu plusieurs années en France et à mon retour au Maroc, je me suis rendue compte que l’éducation était loin d’être un droit acquis pour tous les enfants du pays. Je suis convaincue que l’éducation est un levier-clé pour le développement du Maroc. Un proverbe sénégalais dit en effet qu’éduquer une fille c’est éduquer une nation. J’ai voulu œuvrer en faveur de l’éducation des filles en particulier car l’accès à l’école est encore plus difficile pour elles alors qu’elles constituent l’avenir de la société. Quels sont vos futurs projets pour le développement de la marque ? Le lancement d’une collection homme car pour l’instant les sneakers AMAZ sont uniquement pour femmes. Merci de nous avoir raconté l'histoire de cette superbe marque, Fadela Bennani. Nous avons eu en effet un vrai coup de cœur pour  la marque Amaz, éthique, artisanale et qui s'engage en faveur de l'éducation. Read the full article

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