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weclassybouquetfun · 3 years

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Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute’s 2021 Met Gala has arrived.

Today was the first part of a two-part exhibition: tonight’s theme is In America: A Lexicon of Fashion and May 2022′s theme is In America: An Anthology of Fashion.

Here is how Andrew Bolton, curator of the Costume Institute and partner of designer Thom Browne has to say about the two themes.

American fashion has traditionally been described through the language of sportswear and ready-to-wear, emphasizing principles of simplicity, practicality, functionality, and egalitarianism. Generally denied the emotional rhetoric applied to European fashion, American fashion has evolved a vernacular that tends to sit in direct opposition to that of the haute couture. Part One of In America addresses this linguistic imbalance by presenting a revised vocabulary of American fashion based on its expressive qualities. Part Two will further investigate the evolving language of American fashion through a series of collaborations with American film directors who will visualize the unfinished stories inherent in The Met’s period rooms.”

The exhibition is broken up in sections: “Nostalgia,” “Belonging,” “Delight,” “Joy,” “Wonder,” “Affinity,” “Confidence,” “Strength,” “Desire,” “Assurance,” “Comfort,” and “Consciousness.”

With that in mind, did people meet the theme?

Who wore it best or worst?

Here be fashion.

With a theme and exhibition of America at its center one would expect a run of fashion by American designers on display. Designer Christian Siriano was surprised that wasn’t so.

Siriano’s design, worn by Riverdale’s Lili Reinhart was well thought out - the state flower for each state.

When I first read the theme I conflated it with “Americana”, so I really thought there would be modern takes on fashion through ages. I was surprised that wasn’t the case. As much as many actors did homages to Old Hollywood, I expected homages to designers like Halston, Bill Blass, Bob Mackie, Donna Karan, L. Wren Scott, Isaac Mizrahi or Todd Oldham - designers who epitomized a moment in time in fashion. Instead it seems that attendees went with the very American stance of “Eff what you say, I’m gonna do what I want.”

Like, what is this Shawn Mendes? I’m going to be generous and assume Camila Cabello is doing an homage to Cher.

Actual homages/reference points?

Gemma Chan (in Prabal Gurung) channeling Anna May Wong

I truly believe Chan’s beau Dominic Cooper dates fascinating and gorgeous women like Amanda Seyfried, Ruth Negga and now Chan just so he can get invited to the Met Gala.

grown-ish’s Yara Shahidi (in Dior) in an homage to Josephine Baker

Emily Blunt (in Miu Miu) in an homage to Hedy Lamarr

Co-Chair Billie Eilish (in Oscar de la Renda) channeling Marilyn Monroe

Co-Chair Amanda Gorman (in Vera Wang) in an homage to The Statue of Liberty

Chloe and Halle Bailey (in Rodarte) honoring Tina Turner

Which squad did it best?

Team Tory Burch represented by SNL’s Chloe Fineman and Mindy Kaling?

Team Thom Browne represented by Amandla Stenberg, Pete Davidson, Lil Uzi Vert, Erykah Badu, Lee Pace, MJ Rodriguez and Gossip Girl’s Evan Mock?

Team Valentino: Whoopi Goldberg, Carey Mulligan, Giveon, Normani, Janet Mock and Dixie D’Amelio.

Someone wrote “Giveon, more like not Giveon” and I died.

Team Balenciaga: Tracee Ellis Ross, Kim Kardashian, Elliott Page, Michaela Coel and the queen Rihanna (the only one who adhered to the theme! She looks like a flapper or a mob moll).

Rules still apply.

I give points to Rihanna’s beau A$ap Rocky because there’s nothing more Americana than an old granny quilt.

Too bad underneath he went for a more classic look.

Team Iris Van Herpen: Gabrielle Union, Grimes, Tessa Thompson and Hailee Steinfeld (whose Apple+ series DICKINSON ends with this upcoming season).

Team Versace: Lupita Nyong’o, Maluma and Lil Nas X

BOO’D UP

Jennifer Lopez (in Ralph Lauren) with Ben Affleck.

The ever stylish pair: Pharrell Williams and wife Helen (in Chanel)

Brooklyn Beckham and fiancee Nicola Peltz

Red carpet official Zoe Kravitz (in Yves Saint Laurent) and Channing Tatum

Not boo’d up as far as the public know is co-chair Timothee Chalamet (in Haider Ackermann)

Maybe Timothee and model Ella Emhoff (stepdaughter of Vice-President Kamala Harris) can join a dance crew.

but three of Timothee’s exes were on hand. Lourdes Leon (in Moschino), Lily Rose Depp (in Chanel) and Eiza Gonzalez (in Valentino).

Chalamet ties with Miley Cyrus for the number of exes attending the same gala. In 2019 Miley partied alongside exes Stella Maxwell, Nick Jonas and Patrick Schwarzenegger.

Other bits:

Frank Ocean doing whatever the hell he wants, per usual.

Hunter Shaffer bringing spooky season early.

Game of Throne’s Maisie Williams in Ruben Selby

Troye Sivan bringing no effort to this event

The same expression I had when I saw what he was wearing.

Iman (in Harris Reed) doing model tings!

Congresswoman Carolyn Mahoney nailing the theme.

You did it, chairs!

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incandescent-justice · 5 years

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first draft of a writing thing - opinions sought!

Friends, Romans, fellow fandomers... So, I’m trying my hand at a rather different type of writing, and I’d really appreciate your thoughts, comments, critiques... I have a notion to spend the summer exploring my local area, and writing up my observations of the life (and death, and everything in between) I find, in the form of short essays, which can then be presented together. Rather like an Irish Kathleen Jamie. Below the cut is the first draft of my first little musing - perhaps it’s only a warm up, and wouldn’t even merit inclusion, but I’d love to know what you think.

Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

~ The Summer Day, Mary Oliver

The fluffy murder princess has been at it again – by which I mean the cat. She’s a beautiful creature, and given her inability to actually kill her prey, would probably have made a good gun dog with training. But instead she is a cat, and despite my best efforts, periodically appears with some poor helpless juvenile creature – she hasn’t yet progressed to adults, and I suppose I should be thankful: it means her attempted murders are spontaneous, upon finding a stranded fledgling in her path, rather than pre-meditated hunts.

Today, it was a fledgling Great Tit. The rain has been torrential, and when I went to let her into the house, I realised she was carefully carrying a most irate little specimen. Upon removal and inspection, it appeared to be physically undamaged – unlike the last poor captive, a nestling Blue Tit. We both told the cat off in no uncertain terms as I shooed her inside and tried to work out what to do with the rather sodden, extremely vocal bird in my hand. There are plenty more than two in the bush, but I felt responsible for her nibs’ behaviour, as if somehow I must make it up to the passerine community.

It perched on my finger remarkably content, singing the song of its people, as I scurried for the cover of the clematis-covered pergola to consider the next step. There’s a bench underneath the small plastic roof, and I persuaded it to move from my hand to the rug upon it while I attempted to ascertain which tree it might belong to. Unfortunately, there are a number of trees around the house which are home to a variety of tits, Robins, numerous Wrens, occasional Finches, and one or two Goldcrests, so this wasn’t an easy task. Meanwhile, the fledgling was shivering, going quiet, and looking less healthy by the minute. I tried giving it a couple of insects to eat, but it wasn’t interested at all. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I encouraged it back on to my hand, and went inside in search of a small cardboard box, some tissue paper and a rag cloth – the nearest to a nest I could create at short notice.

All my life, when faced with an animal that isn’t 100%, the answer has been to tuck it up near the AGA – I grew up with lambs in boxes in the bottom oven; Hedgehogs cosied in on the hearthrug, and during the spring/summer months we still frequently bring Pipistrelle bats back from near-hypothermia by putting them in a shoebox beside the kettle. So, with Granny looking interested, that is exactly what I did. After a few fruitless attempts with a spider, and then some squished up fly, I hit on mashed up fat ball with some added water, and a small dropper. This, the bird indicated, was acceptable, if not quite up to par with its parent’s dish of the day. About an hour after bringing it inside, it had dried off, and looked distinctly happier with life.

So, back outside we traipsed, round to the pergola again because although it had dried up, I knew this would be only a temporary reprieve. The bench is only 15 feet from the first of 3 or 4 trees which might be home to the familial nest, so, with fingers crossed, and a brief prayer, I left my little friend, it’s nest box turned on one side so it could simply walk out, and went back to the paperwork that I was actually supposed to be filling my day with. The theatre company I co-founded is doing a production of Antigone, the ancient Greek tragedy of a young woman who committed the forbidden act of burying her brother so his soul could find rest. The persistence of a young woman doing what she believes is right remains a relevant topic in this time of #MeToo and #NeverthelessShePersisted – but what nobody tells you about community theatre is that the performance, the rehearsals, all of the practical side – is just the tip of the iceberg. And so my life has been consumed with paperwork recently.

An hour or so later, I went out to check, and sure enough the box was empty – ‘success!’ I thought, as I picked up the box. But then I heard it’s unmistakable call, too close for the comforting thought that Mama had come to reclaim her young. Sure enough, Baba had made it 3 feet, into the abundant mass of Campanula, it’s little head peeking round from behind a blue, bell-shaped flower.

In retrospect, I should have probably left it be at this point. But listening to it call so insistently, I realised I could hear a number of Great Tits in another tree, a further 20 feet away. A short investigation showed not only adults, but other fledglings, uncertain flight taking them from branch to branch, where they would catch a breather – at least in my all too human eyes. One branch was within my reach, so back I went, held out my hand to Baba, who cheerfully hopped on, and a minute or two later I persuaded it to sit on the branch. This time, instead of going back inside, I merely retreated to a distance where I could watch.

Nothing – no adult bird took notice, and the fledgling didn’t try to move. Heavy drops began to fall, and even from afar I could see the branch I’d left it sitting on was almost entirely unprotected by the canopy above. So, once again, I offered it my hand, and popped it back in the makeshift nest. Just to the left, the hedgerow seemed to offer good cover, and a small space just right to hide the box (the cat having been grounded during this entire process). Content that I had done my best, I gave it fifteen minutes, then went to check – to my delight, an adult bird was hopping around nearby, so I didn’t go closer. I had done it, I thought, jubilant in my success. Surely this one success would make up for Serena’s bird-catching proclivities?

A couple of hours – and numerous violent rainstorms – later, I went to check that Baba had successfully been reclaimed by its parents, and at first glimpse all was well – the box was empty, no chirping, hopping fledgling or concerned adult in sight. Until I looked closer, that is, and found it’s corpse, drenched and stiff, wings broken and pecked at. I’m not sure whether it was the victim of a territorial adult, or the undergrowth wasn’t as protective as I had thought it to be – probably a combination of both. Either way, all my best efforts were in vain. I tucked it back into the undergrowth – not being inclined to stay out in the rain and dig a grave – and went back inside with the nest box (still dry within) to relay the news.

It’s a funny thing, but that little fledgling that I didn’t bury has played on my mind more than the previous catch by the murder princess: wings broken, gasping for breath as I held it gently until death, a soft surrendering of air. Whether though a spasm of life leaving it, or some need for comfort, it nestled up against my palm, and afterwards I carefully buried it with an apple blossom for a pillow. Somehow, that ritual act of burial provided a sense of closure; by giving back to the earth her own, I could go on about my daily business of theatrical production without feeling too guilty. Not so today.

The ritual of burial lies at the heart of Antigone, as well. By the order of the new king, Creon, the people of Thebes are forbidden to bury the son of Oedipus, Polyneices, after he and his brother Eteocles have killed each other in battle. Antigone – sister of the two dead brothers, niece of the rapidly tyrannical king, defies the law, and pays the price of the ‘o’erweening pride of men’. Depending on translation and interpretation the play can be seen as the price for an all-powerful man learning an important lesson, or how it is often the least powerful in society who make the strongest mark through their intolerable suffering. In this week following a state visit few wanted, from a bull-headed man who could easily be renamed Creon, the timing of our production seems particularly pertinent. And yet here I am, mourning the death of small, powerless bird – and cursing my softness for not completing the rites of passage that we have created to ease the pangs of death.

#nature #writing #non fiction #nature writing #observation #Kathleen Jamie #Ireland #it really is only the first draft so I would love constructive criticism as well as to know whether you would consider reading this style...

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ask-thebarkingpirates-blog · 6 years

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RULES:

Tag five people so they can get to know their muse too! Tagged by: @candymusings Tagging: @hana-thepacifista-child @autumn-swordsman @leezhyazhi @theshytigergirl @ask-the-fisher @ask-gabriel-caper

INTRO:

Name: Tofe D Chigae Age: 19 | 21 [3D2Y] Your favorite picture of your muse:

(i’ll never draw her this cute again lmao)

QUESTIONS:

01. What would be their twitter name? What sorts of tweets would they tweet?

barkbitxh | tealdragon | ch1gae. OK SO I imagine she’s as erratic as me and has a bunch of twitters she doesn’t know what to do with..One for crying/venting (private), one for shitposts and the other to appear professional but still retweeting the occasional meme/shitpost.

02. What’s their favourite genre of movies? Of music?

She loves horror and comedy! For music, I can see her acting as if her taste in indie music is #1 but she still listens to a lot of mainstream genres LOL

03. What’s on their top queue on Netflix?

Bunch of anime, probably some horror movies/series, and comedic shows! (A Good Place)

04. What’s their favourite scent? Do they smell like that?

She loves the smell of cooking meat! Chi wishes she could smell like meat all the time but her crew thinks she smells more like a stinky wet dog sometimes. Apples when she bathes.

05. Apple or Android?

Android because she can download her favorite songs without having to buy them LMFAO (bad chi)

06. Favourite Season? Least favourite season?

She loves summer because easier sailing, it’s warm. She probably dislikes winter purely due to being a cold-blooded Dragon-Human and being affected easily by the cold.

07. Are they a bottom or top or versatile?

Versatile

08. Describe their morning routine. Do they wake up early or sleep in? Do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up?

Chigae sleeps 5 hours a night and supplies herself with 20 minute naps if she feels too exhausted. If she was heavily injured, Chigae will sleep for 3 days straight in order for her Devil Fruit to heal her body.

Her morning routine consists of Ayo shaking her awake, grumbling for ten minutes and sleeping for another twenty. She’ll get up when their doctor threatens to do surprise checkups (she loves Wren but hates doctors in general) and get dressed. By the time she’s up, Palm will have already fed the entire crew except Chi, who then takes her banquet of breakfast to herself.

09. If they were to be compared to a canon character, who would that be?

I like to imagine Ryuko from Kill la Kill as her voice actor/some of her personality, so I would pick her! MAYBE also Umeko from Kakeguri :3c

10. Finish this sentence, muse: What would ___ do?

What would Granny do?

#;; teal hair tofe ( chigae )#;; tagged

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redeemedsoutlaw · 3 years

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Autumn was upon the forest lowering the temperatures with cool breeze sweeping through the trees. Today was a day the leader of the Merry Men visited a nearby village to gather supplies and enjoy a hot meal with a friend. It wasn’t often the men scattered on their own but Robin made it a point at least once a week after a life changing discovery. A BABY had been abandoned in the woods near the resting place of the outlaws startling them all. If this was coincidence it was too close to their hiding home, but if it was intentional they all wondered who would leave the child. Most of the men were young and still trying to find themselves leaving only one to step forward to take the child on. Robin bonded with the baby quickly. It was peculiar how at ease the former royal felt with the fragile human but taken in stride. Leading men into heists was no longer first priority even if the thief orchestrated them all. It took nearly a year before the outlaw would part with the child for a job and it was more difficult than anticipated. The child was in good hands back at camp but the man couldn’t help but wonder if she was being properly taken care of. The guilt did not stop what the men set out to do nor did it distract but returning home was all the more sweet. These days the girl waited to run into open arms each time men passed the clearing into camp which was the greatest feeling anyone could experience. Once a week the two would travel to visit a woman named Granny where a warm meal, entertainment, a bit of school and clothing was provided for the child. Wren flourished under the watchful eyes of the men and the few who knew of her existence.

A dark green cloak pulled tight around long dark curls hiding sparking blue eyes, olive complexion and dimpled cheeks. It was impossible but every so often Robin would see the woman who crushed his heart all those years ago. The way to the village was quiet to keep the pathway to home secret from anyone who may be nearby. Most welcomed the thieves but there were a select few working for the crown who wished to hang them all. The Merry Men only stole enough to pay taxes, provide provisions and clothe the locals but it was still riches the royals believed they deserved. Small brown boots skipped, ran and twirled across the yellowing grass hidden beneath the trees until the clearing into the village presented. Robin watched as those small blue eyes closed to take a whiff of fresh bread wafting from the local bakery. “We will stop to get some treats on the way home.” Before the child entered their lives no one dared spoil themselves with fresh treats but it seemed unfair to provide those for village children and not their own. The delighted grin evoked soft laughter as hands joined.

After a hearty meal and pleasant company the outlaw and his daughter bid their adieus in favor of walking the local market. Material for warmer dresses, breeches and nightdresses needed to be purchased for the growing girl as well as treats to take back to camp for all. They had enough to purchase a toy or two for the children at camp to share. Wren was the first but shortly after a few Merry Men fell in love, married in unconventional ceremonies and started families. It was good for the girl to see what a relationship looked like since it would never happen for Robin. Wren had reached the age where curiosity of a mother piqued leaving the men dumbfounded on how to answer. In spite of the anger some felt for the abandonment of the child they did not know the woman’s circumstances so no one spoke ill. Days like today when Wren practically charmed people at every stall made the outlaw wonder just who her mother could be. Small blue eyes widened as they crossed the apple cart as they did every week eliciting laughter from the farmers who stood behind. Each week the couple offered two apples to the child and refused to take money from the man who helped save their farm years before. It never ceased to amaze the thief how the child would rather an apple than candy. The spare apple was tucked into his sack with offered thanks before the two made their way to the middle of the square where Wren found a few local friends to play with.

The sun began to sink signaling it was their time to gather the rest of supplies and head back. It was with great reluctance the girl said goodbye to the local children before taking her fathers hand. The two continued their shopping so they could make their way back before nightfall.

@redeemedqueen

#redeemedqueen #[ au | abandoned ]

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loradmurphy · 7 years

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Tropical Spring – Cerise Pink and Green Wedding Styling

This post Tropical Spring – Cerise Pink and Green Wedding Styling first appeared on The Wedding Community Blog

We are so in love with these fun, contemporary wedding styling ideas. The cerise pink and apple green colour palette is perfect for this ‘Tropical Spring’ shoot.

Jenny Wren Events has really created something fabulous here; wedding styling that’s bold, vibrant and fun. The tall vases of apples, apple place settings, fun palm trees, feather buttonholes, ribbon ceremony backdrop and the amazing wedding cake.

This inspiration shoot, photographed by Olivia Bossert Photography, is really cool!

A Touch of Fun

“I loved planning the styling for this shoot at the picturesque, multi-award winning Carbis Bay Hotel and Spa. Situated in its own private estate and gardens overlooking the white sands of Carbis Bay Beach, the style and location of the venue lent itself to a contemporary styled shoot, with a touch of fun.

“The light, bright white conservatory within the hotel gave me a blank canvas to work. I chose colours that would really pop against the neutral backdrop.”

Tropical Vibe

“Cerise pink and apple green complement each other beautifully. I introduced the colours using Granny Smith apples, pink tipped feathers, satin ribbons, statement stationery and the gorgeous flowers, which added a tropical vibe. The crisp white linen and slate place mats also added to the bold look. Twiggy centrepieces gave a contemporary feel and gave reference to the landscape around us.

“Stepping away from traditional wedding colours and decor made this shoot all the more fun and creative!”

Shoot Coordinators: Hazel Parsons Wedding and Events Consultancy and Jenny Wren Weddings and Events

Styling: Jenny Wren Weddings and Events

Shoot Location: Carbis Bay Hotel and Spa, St. Ives, Cornwall

Stationery: You Say I Do Design

Flowers: Art of Flowers

Decorations: Wedding Flowers in Cornwall

Cakes: Peboryon Make-Up: Stacey Cremin Make Up Artist

Hair: Shear Beauty Cornwall

Wedding Dress: Ailsa Munro Dressmaker

Hair Accessories: Holly Young Millinery

Models: Danielle Osborn and Tommy Stewart

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