hautekills:

Valentino s/s 2012

Chanel Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2008

Elie Saab Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2011
hautekills:

Valentino haute couture f/w 2011
nevver:

Swell
plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…wrapped in words. fabric is her ink, her skin is stained with the smudges of old drafts. her body is a piece of text to be fallibly and furiously made and remade. a devotchka is a disguise is a discourse. the curve of a collar, the placement of lace - this is the only vocabulary she has with which to tell her story because her true self is a dead language that tongues trip over and mispronounce. she is both the author and the embodiment of her story, a tangible challenge or perhaps a plea for some cunning linguist to translate it correctly. metatexual becomes sexual and she’s a girl with commas in all the right places (requested by starksandrecreation).

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plays-with-squirrels:


what to wear when…survival depends on weight. virtuous heroes neutered by history and their own futile chivalry nobly submit to the burden of bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders. but she is no hero. she craves the weight of the world on her shoulders for her own purposes. she struck a deal with the gods (those divine, devious bastards): for every scrap of power gleaned, she owed them a piece of her heart. eventually, her debt grew so large that her insides were scooped hollow, leaving her a fluttering husk of a woman, vulnerable to every vicious wind, perpetually a waft away from being whisked into the atmosphere far from her riches and authority. so she coats herself from toe to nose in scintillating metal and heavy brocades, outwitting the gods more cleverly than any hero ever has.

post 61 of an infinity-part series
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