#runway whimsy

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lafine shanghai fashion week

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Whimsigoth on runway | Roberto Cavalli Fall ‘04

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Chanel spring 2025

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MOSCHINO Spring/Summer RTW 2025 if you want to support this blog consider donating to:ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

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"Kill them with kindness" Wrong. Runway model blast!

[tyrantisterror]

The Terf Queen said more heinous shit and listen I’m trying to channel my anger into writing so something positive can be made of it but it was just... really upsetting this time, I mean she did it two days before my fucking birthday it feels personal I know it’s not but jesus, so I’m going to make a bitchy post after midnight because fuck.

YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS HARDCORE ABOUT HERBY PORBER?  HOW FUCKING BORING IT MADE WIZARDS.

Look at this.  Look at these fucking characters.  They look like fucking fashion models.  They look like they’re about to walk the goddamn runway.  There’s not an ounce of whimsy or fantastical shit here.  These fuckers look like they’re about to announce the start of Universal’s Dark Universe movie franchise, right down to the unnecessary appearance of Johnny Depp.

Wizards in Henry Pansly’s Adventures in Centrism are, with rare exception, people in mostly regular outfits who occasionally point a stick at things to zap it with a laser.  Everything about them is so... toned down and grounded, as if they’re afraid to let wizards look silly.

But looking silly is what makes wizards fucking awesome.

Look at that fucker, with his extravagant beard and big elaborate bathrobe, floating in fucking space over a dragon rising out of an exploding volcano.  It’s ridiculous, it’s ludicrous, it’s fucking awesome.

Pew pew sticks?  Fuck that!  An unleashed wizard floats on hexagonal geodes while shooting GODDAMN LIGHTNING from his GODDAMN FINGERTIPS!

Even mundane shit is rendered ridiculous and magnificent.  Look at this gaudily dressed son of a bitch as he ponders his orb.  Just hanging out with his cat looking at a cool sphere, no big deal, but the theatrics!  the drama!  It’s positively splendiferous, fuck!

Oh you thought I wouldn’t include some sick Rankin Bass pics while talking about aesthetics in fantasy fiction?  Shame on you, of course I was gonna pull out good ol’ R&B.

We gotta bring it back!  We can’t let this stand!  We can’t let wizards just be guys in vaguely fancy clothes with pew pew sticks!  They gotta be ludicrous and silly and over-the-top!  They need to shoot lightning from their fingers and cackle madly while holding glowing orbs and rising above a mountain into the heavens themselves while dragons fly underfoot burninating the countryside!  We gotta make them FUCKING CAMP!

I want to BEHOLD THE GODDAMN WIZARD!  I want wizards to feel like they belong on the side of a van of some shitty heavy metal band!  I want wizards who reside on black velvet paintings and in crappy pewter sculptures that cost as much as a used car!

I WANNA SEE SOME REAL, QUALITY WIZ BIZ!

[2001hz]

W&LT: Spring/Summer 'Over The Rainbow' By: Water van Beirendonck (1995)

The W&LT SS95 'Over The Rainbow' runway collection was a groundbreaking show that pushed the boundaries of what was possible in the world of fashion. The collection was inspired by the idea of fantasy and imagination, with each piece designed to transport the wearer to a world of their own creation.

The show began with a burst of light and sound, as models emerged onto the runway wearing brightly colored, oversized coats and hats. The coats were made from a variety of materials, including wool, silk, and leather, and featured bold patterns and prints that added to the sense of whimsy.

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Christian Dior Spring 1998

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Unraveling Rivalry: A Symphony of Love

pairing: neymar jr x reader

note: this story is inspired by a fic i read a long time ago, if any of you know the author, please let me know!

In the captivating world of fame and glory, where the spotlight danced upon the gifted and talented, Neymar Jr. and Y/N found themselves entangled in an eternal tango of rivalry. From the tender age of childhood, they were each other's foils, two stars destined to collide in a cosmic dance of destiny. As they grew into their own, their paths diverged like streams flowing in opposite directions.

Neymar Jr., the prodigious footballer, graced the hallowed fields with his artistry, while Y/N, an ethereal muse, adorned the runways with elegance and poise. Their reputations, like the tides of the sea, rose and fell, a perpetual dance of brilliance and fame.

Yet, beneath the facade of fierce competition lay a yearning, an unspoken desire that neither dared acknowledge. Like two celestial bodies, they orbited each other, their energies intertwined in an enigmatic harmony. But life's grand symphony orchestrated their meetings and partings, and the notes of their rivalry rang louder than any love song.

In the twilight of a shimmering day, the threads of fate wove an intricate tapestry, bringing them face to face once more, this time in the embrace of a daring and intimate photoshoot. A celebration of vulnerability and artistry, the shoot demanded they bare their souls before the camera, transcending the boundaries of rivalry.

Yet, fate's whimsy manifested in the choice of perfume worn by Y/N. The fragrance, a bewitching symphony of scents, was to Neymar Jr. an allergen of the highest order, triggering an unexpected reaction. His eyes watered, and a symphony of sneezes escaped him, disrupting the seriousness of the moment.

But there, amidst the chaos, was Y/N, the enchanting orchestrator of this enchanting symphony. She laughed, a melody that echoed through the studio and reached the depths of Neymar Jr.'s soul. For the first time, he saw beyond the facade of rivalry, past the veil of animosity, and into the heart of the woman before him.

Awestruck and spellbound, Neymar Jr. found himself ensnared in the labyrinth of her laughter. It was a revelation, a glimpse of the real Y/N behind the veneer of competitiveness. Her laughter, like a celestial song, reverberated in his chest, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

In that fleeting moment, the armor they had forged around their hearts began to soften. The years of rivalry seemed inconsequential, lost in the gentle embrace of this newfound intimacy. Perhaps, there was a deeper connection that had been obscured by the haze of competition.

Summoning his courage, Neymar Jr. stepped forward, vulnerability in his eyes as he sought her attention. "Y/N, can we talk?" His voice, a melody tinged with sincerity, resonated in the air.

Her gaze flickered, a guarded curiosity taking root. "What's there to talk about? You hate me, and I've never been your biggest fan either."

With steady resolve, he approached her, closing the distance that had once separated them like the expanse of an ocean. His eyes, once fiery with rivalry, now bore the vulnerability of a man laying bare his heart. "I don't hate you," he confessed softly. "It's just...we've been at each other's throats for so long that it became a habit. But today, I saw something different in you. I saw you laugh, and it made me realize that there's more to us than this rivalry."

The walls she had erected began to tremble, as if under the weight of truth and vulnerability. "Why should I trust you?" she whispered, her voice but a murmur carried by the wind. "We've hurt each other countless times."

He took her hands gently in his, a tender touch that conveyed a promise of sincerity. "Because sometimes, the strongest connections are built on the ashes of rivalry. I want to know the real you, beyond this feud. I want to explore what could be between us."

Her heart fluttered, caught in the current of emotions that swirled around them. The allure of hope mingled with the fear of disappointment. "Are you saying you suddenly want to be friends?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Neymar Jr. hesitated for a moment before speaking with unwavering honesty, "No, I want more than that. I want to know if there's a chance for us to be more. I want to make you fall in love with me, Y/N, and I promise I'll be patient. If I can't do it by your 22nd birthday, I'll stop trying."

Her eyes searched his, hoping to discern the truth in his words. Was this a genuine declaration or merely another move in the dance of rivalry they had been performing for so long?

With trepidation and hope entwined, she agreed, "Alright, Neymar. You have until my 22nd birthday."

From that moment onward, the dance of destiny evolved into an intricate ballet of emotions. Neymar Jr. became a man on a mission, determined to unravel the enigma that was Y/N and lay bare his own heart in the process.

He surprised her with thoughtful gestures, leaving behind the role of the fierce competitor and embracing the mantle of a suitor. He supported her career, understanding that her success didn't diminish his own but instead enriched both their journeys.

With each passing day, Y/N felt her defenses faltering, revealing the woman she had kept hidden behind the mask of rivalry. Neymar Jr. made her laugh, he challenged her, he listened to her dreams and fears, and, in doing so, he drew her closer to him with every heartbeat.

The walls that had once separated them began to crumble under the weight of their shared moments, and in their vulnerability, they discovered the beauty of authenticity and the power of love.

On a sunny afternoon, Neymar Jr. planned an elaborate surprise for Y/N. He whisked her away on a private helicopter ride to a secluded beach, where a beautiful picnic awaited them. The waves whispered sweet secrets, and the sun painted a canvas of gold as they basked in each other's company.

Hand in hand, they explored the sands of time, creating memories that would forever be etched in their hearts. Neymar Jr. shared stories of his childhood dreams and his journey to becoming a football legend. Y/N spoke of her aspirations and the hurdles she overcame to conquer the world of modeling.

Their conversations flowed like a symphony, each note a testament to their growing affection. Neymar Jr. listened with rapt attention, hanging onto every word that fell from her lips. It was as if time had ceased to exist, and they were the only two souls adrift in an endless sea of possibilities.

As the sun began its descent into the horizon, Neymar Jr. led Y/N to a spot where they could witness the breathtaking sunset. He wrapped his arms around her, a gesture of protection and tenderness, as they stood in awe of nature's masterpiece.

With the setting sun casting a golden glow upon them, Neymar Jr. took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a vulnerability he had never known before. "Y/N, you've shown me a world beyond rivalry, a realm of beauty and grace that I never knew existed. Your laughter is a symphony, and your presence is an enchantment that has woven its magic around my soul."

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight. "Neymar, you've surprised me in ways I could never have imagined. Your determination to make me fall in love with you has opened my eyes to the man behind the rivalry, a man of depth and passion. Your laughter is infectious, and your kindness is a melody that warms my heart."

In the fading light, Neymar Jr. leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and vulnerability, a kiss that held the promise of a love that had emerged from the ashes of rivalry.

From that moment on, Neymar Jr.'s efforts to make Y/N fall in love knew no bounds. He showered her with love letters, each one penned with the poetry of his heart. He surprised her with flowers and gifts that spoke of thoughtfulness and understanding.

Their dates became a symphony of romantic escapades, from candlelit dinners under the stars to playful outings at amusement parks. Neymar Jr. made it his mission to know every facet of Y/N's soul, to understand the depths of her dreams and fears, and to be the pillar of strength she could lean on.

He surprised her with impromptu serenades, his voice like a velvet melody that wrapped around her heart. And as the days turned to months, Y/N found herself falling under the spell of Neymar Jr.'s love, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes and the tenderness in his touch.

On the eve of Y/N's 22nd birthday, Neymar Jr. orchestrated a grand celebration, gathering their closest friends and family to witness a declaration of love that transcended rivalry. In a room adorned with fairy lights and roses, he stood before her, his heart in his hands.

"Y/N, my love, today marks a year since I embarked on this journey to make you fall in love with me. But in this time, I have discovered so much more. You are the symphony that fills the void in my heart, the muse that inspires my every step. You've shown me that love can emerge from the unlikeliest of places, that beneath the facade of rivalry lies the essence of an extraordinary love story."

He paused, his gaze locking with hers, the depth of his emotions shimmering in his eyes. "You are my muse, my inspiration, and my heart's desire. With each passing day, I fall deeper in love with you, and I vow to cherish and protect you for all eternity. Y/N, will you be my partner in this beautiful dance of life, my forever love?"

Tears of joy filled Y/N's eyes as she took a step closer, her heart bursting with the love she had once deemed impossible. "Neymar, you've shown me the true meaning of love. With you, I've discovered a world of beauty and passion that I never thought I could have. You've made me believe in a love that transcends rivalry, a love that is profound and genuine."

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, a promise of unity and devotion. "I would be honored to be your partner in this dance of life, to love you fiercely and unconditionally, as you have loved me."

In that moment, the applause of their loved ones and the twinkling stars outside seemed to merge, a harmonious celebration of a love that had blossomed amidst rivalry and evolved into an eternal symphony.

And so, their love story continued to unfold, like a timeless melody that swept across the ages. Neymar Jr. and Y/N, once enemies, now lovers, found solace in each other's arms, their hearts forever entwined in the enchanting dance of destiny.

In a world where rivalry once reigned, love had emerged victorious, proving that the depths of one's heart could break the barriers of animosity and foster a love that transcends all boundaries.

And so, the symphony of their love played on, a timeless ode to the power of love that transformed two rivals into soulmates for eternity. With each passing day, they reveled in the magic of their love, knowing that it was a love story written in the stars, forever etched in the annals of time.

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hmm gonna do Pandora bc I love her. 5, 7, 8, and 18.

5: headcanon - okay so I've had this hc that pandora seems like a manic pixie dream girl, and you could call her that. but I think that she gives just the right amount of whimsy and serious. she's the frazzled english woman. She belongs on the runway. (she ran away from home after burning a patch of wacky mushrooms, when that turned out crazy, she decided to use them once a week and got even to try them once)

7: my unpopular opinion - no one can wrap their mind around her, she's a character completely out of understanding and might come across as possible invisible. (her brother and other characters overshadow her)

8: my fav ship - xenodora!!! kay, I am a very much canon truther (even tho its shit sometimes) but I love when two awkward people come together and we can be awkward together. I think what they have is so pure, like they made a copy of eacother!!

18: gender/sexuality: she uses any pronouns, but most people use she/her because she presents very feminine. i believe she doesn't really care, as in she has a twin brother, she understands him completely and lives through him and his struggles. I'd like to think she is a completely free human, she likes who she likes and refuses to label it!

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ thank you for the ask mars!!

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I've been digging some 90s luxury fashion brand collections recently, and i found a lot of good Gnfcore stuff, but i think Dolce & Gabbana, spring 1992 RTW is my favourite by now - especially looks 4, 12, 19, 25, 73, 93 (via Vogue Runway) - simple, but very elegant, glamorous, and also relaxed, with a bit of whimsy to it - in some way, definitely can see Gnf in them Nods to himself Yeah he will wear that lingerie. my source? Spiritual Connection - Corny

CORNY. YOU SEE THE VINTAGE DOLCE GNF MODEL YOU SEE ME. YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION this is so important to me

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Source: https://kendam.com/news/fashion-shows/rodarte-fall-winter-2023-24-runway

The Rodarte FW23 Runway Show, New York. February 10th, 2023.

"The Rodarte Fall Winter 2023-2024 show took place inside the Williamsburg Savings Bank, where a silver banquet was set up to welcome guests. The collection was inspired by fairies, and the Mulleavy sisters' mother was commissioned to draw the fairies that were used as prints on the clothing. The fairies were depicted in a gothic style, with Siouxsie Sioux-inspired eye makeup and black lipstick.

The collection featured glamorous evening gowns, including languid jersey dresses with bell sleeves that were followed by different versions in burnout velvet with sequins or floral appliques. Black satin bias-cut dresses with 1930s-inspired Victorian details, such as V-shaped lace insets and velvet mutton-sleeve bodies with white lace trim and white lace capelets, were also part of the collection. The designers brought back their signature cobweb knits, made by hand from a collage of materials and textures. The collection also featured bulbous shapes made entirely from metallic fringe, which added an element of whimsy and fantasy to the show.

The Rodarte Fall Winter 2023-2024 collection featured a variety of textures and fabrics, all expertly mixed and matched to create a visually stunning effect. The Mulleavy sisters have always been known for their attention to detail, and this collection was no exception. The use of burnout velvet, shredded cheese cloth, and metallic fringe added depth and dimension to the pieces, while the intricate beading and lace details showcased the designers' expert craftsmanship. Even the cobweb knits, a signature of the Rodarte brand, were made from a collage of materials and textures, adding an otherworldly feel to the collection. Overall, the Rodarte Fall Winter 2023-2024 show was a masterclass in creating a cohesive and visually striking collection, showcasing the Mulleavy sisters' talents as designers."

Show Design, Direction & Production: Bureau Betak Video Production & Art Direction: Bureau Future Runway Video Director: Emily Rosser Lighting Designer: Nick Gray for Renegade