#I usually get a confusing mix of gamine

[sugar-petals]

Caro what are your thoughts on Bangtan’s GDA outfits? Ever since discovering your blog and reading more on Kibbe body types I find myself (unwillingly lol) scrutinizing people’s outfits more. Not in a bad way like “oh my gosh what are you wearing” but more like “hmm lighter colors would suit you a lot more” or “this style of clothing would really bring out your ____” stuff like that.

I’ve also been looking more into BTS’s red carpet looks and (as of lately) I find that the people who always look the best (as in their outfits fit well with their kibbe type) are usually J-Hope, RM, and V. On the other hand, I feel like the people whose outfits seem to do them little to no justice are often SUGA and Seokjin. And then Jungkook and Jimin fall somewhere in the middle.

I wonder why this is??? I know regardless of stylists, BTS have a say in what they wear (be it red carpet, stage, or airport). They’ve mentioned this multiple times. I think J-hope always has the most versatile and well put together looks. I want to say this is also because he’s well-invested in fashion itself in his personal looks and style. So regardless of occasion he simply knows what will look good on him. The same applies to RM and V. I think these three have the most /distinct/ style in BTS. Though all very different they simply know what works for them when it comes to clothing.

I wish all the member would wear outfits that bring out their best features. For example, as a SUGA biased person he (when it comes to the red carpet) he either tends to look washed out or that he’s drowning in his clothes. I want to see him in more fitting cuts of clothing and prettier/distinct patterns (similar to j-hope).

So back to my original question...what would your thoughts be on their GDA looks? What would you change or keep about their outfits? You don’t have to answer this ask, I just thought it would be great to hear your thoughts since your knowledge in this are is pretty on point.

Hoseok, RM and Tae have types that are favored in the industry and they have a mix/blend of lines that is versatile, so the stylists and they themselves don’t have a hard time finding good clothes. most of fashion produces according to ideals, not what people actually look like.

pure gamines (yoongi) and soft dramatics (jin) need immense attention to perfecting the look and very specific concepts to make it work. that yoongi’s proportions are so contradictory is confusing to himself and stylists, well, he’s a gamine! it’s a case in point for him, the type itself is a walking fusion.

they rarely go for the combination of opposites and more ‘eccentric’ patterns/layerings yoongi requires. nobody in shinee is a pure gamine type so it looks hilariously iconic, but i literally mean these types of extremely funky, strongly colored outfits with lots of tailoring and geometrics:

(amazing. look at minho’s coat 😆 and taemin looks like a sad duckling i—)

am i suggesting to dress yoongi like this? yes. i’m not kidding. because it miraculously works:

no such thing as an outfit that can’t be worn, it just needs the right kibbe type. this kind of styling only works with a very specific body. gamine outfits aren’t very universal — they look either comical or too small on other kibbe types — and a rare choice so i get why yoongi’s red carpet looks are often 50-50 or end up too big on him.

gamine thrives on androgynous elements, i think they’re afraid to take the leap, that’s why you say he often looks washed out. putting a hardcore rapper into 2013 shinee fashion takes courage, and his stylists don’t see what they’re missing out on there. add that his lifestyle is like 95% homebody (even without covid) so he will always want to dress natural oversized anyway 😂 

gamine is not the ultimate comfort clothes kibbe type, it’s usually very fitted and angular. there are ways to dress casual gamine, but it’s very difficult. hoseok has an advantage because flamboyant gamine has some natural in their lines (= pronounced yang undercurrent).

as for jin, bts usually don’t have the concept (soft dramatc = high glam, sexy divo or diva), though they would have the budget. and if the song is right, they are very well able to put jin into his king-like soft dramatic lines — where he belongs as we can see!

theoretically: if jin was in monsta x, he’d be perfectly dressed according to this type 8 times out of 10. again, because it’s a matter of concept. mx go for something very bold, revealing, seductive, and warp hypermasculine stereotypes. so, of course they would dress soft dramatic, the exact glam i’m talking about:

finally, my GDA outfit thoughts: preferring the second picture except jungkook’s clothes (the above look is more bulky which fits soft naturals better than formal wear). taehyung wears classic perfectly, jin and joon have head to toe color looks for their vertical line, hoseok has a great angular silhouette going, jimin’s waist is emphasized, yoongi’s sweater has a lot going on. so, a lot of kibbe points checked off the list there.

the pants all seem kind of strange at the hip area, but the shoes makes sense as do 4 of the haircuts. they aren’t dead on and it’s not the most outstanding they’ve been yet, but it works as a visual whole which is also important. because man it’s quite a task to dress everyone according to their type and not have 7 different concepts. in this case, i think they’re doing dramatic classic which is why taehyung is the best dressed being in his own category.

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[mnthpprt]

Chapter 30: All That Knowledge And No Experience

[As y’all can probably tell from the lack of original posts, I’ve been pretty blocked with this chapter. There’s other parts of the story that I have planned out and really want to get to already, so this just feels like writing filler even though I love focusing on Anaïs’ interactions with all the residents. Sorry if it’s not as interesting T_T but good, juicy shit is coming soon, I promise!]

“Anaïs, wait.” Before I can follow Napoleon off the carriage, Isaac grips my wrist to stop me. I turn to him, confused, and he silently reaches up to adjust the velvet choker around my neck. “That’s better,” he says, blushing slightly. “The bruise was showing.”

“Oh. Thank you,” I smile.

Napoleon offers his hand to help me step down onto the cobbled street. I quickly let go and light myself a cigarillo before taking hold of his arm again, letting him guide me down the road, Isaac close behind us.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” I remind them, earning a chuckle from Napoleon.

“You’ll see.”

I become absorbed by a patient silence, quietly smoking as we walk. By the time we come to a stop in the middle of a square, I have already put out my cigarillo. A group of children are gathered by the fountain. I wonder what they’re playing.

To my surprise, Isaac approaches them. A little girl’s face lights up as she rushes to hug him, causing a shy smile to grow on his face, and the rest of the children quickly stop what they are doing and focus their attention on my companions.

“Bonjour, everyone!” Napoleon announces, only for the children to greet him in unison. “Let’s see, who’s missing... Has anyone seen Mathieu?”

“He fell off a tree and sprained his ankle!” a boy yells his reply from the back of the group. Most of them have sat down on the floor, facing towards us, expectantly.

“Oh, no! If you visit him, André, tell him I hope he gets better soon,” Napoleon sighs. He then claps once, indicating the start of what I now think is a lesson of some sort. “Alright, gamins, before we start, I would like to introduce you to our friend. Say hello to Anaïs, everyone!” The children oblige, yelling out a poorly coordinated chorus of ‘bonjours’ as Napoleon gently nudges me in front of him. I wave my hand at them with a chuckle. “She is a scientist, like Isaac.”

I open my mouth to correct him, but Isaac is already ahead of me.

“Physics and chemistry are two entirely different disciplines, you should know that by now,” he lightly scolds the soldier before turning to the ‘audience’. “So yes, she is a scientist, but we focus on separate fields. Any questions?”

“Me! Me!” The little girl that hugged Napoleon waves her hand in the air enthusiastically, and Isaac nods, signalling her to speak. “Hello mademoiselle Anaïs, my name is Marie and I would like to know what is ‘chimistry’,” she rambles quickly, causing me to laugh at her cuteness.

“Well, Marie...” I begin to answer, smiling. I make sure to talk louder so the rest of the group can hear. “Chemistry is like... a recipe for the world. Everything around us is made of tiny little particles that are too small for us to see. There are different types of them, and they combine to make... well, everything. Including ourselves,” I explain, gesturing vaguely at my surroundings. “I study how those different particles react with each other to make new things, and try to find combinations that work well together, that are stable. Does that make sense?” I ask. The students nod.

“What is ‘stable’?” an older boy, about 12 or so, chimes in. I look at Napoleon, and he smiles at me approvingly.

“That’s a very good question... What’s your name?”

“Pierre,” he answers.

“Alright, Pierre. Imagine I’m baking a cake. What would happen if I forgot to put eggs in the batter?” I start, gaining confidence. This is easy.

“It would... fall apart?”

“Correct! The ingredients don’t work well without the egg to keep it all together. The egg makes it stable, so it stays as it is instead of all the different parts of the cake trying to separate. Now, what if I got the eggs right, but I used sand instead of flour?” I continue, chuckling at the disgusted noises from the younger kids. “That would be... I don’t know what that would be, but certainly not a cake!” They laugh along with me. I am not exactly comfortable with teaching, but at least they think I’m funny. “Do you all see what I mean? If I changed one ingredient in the mix, the result would be a completely different thing. If I stirred them in the wrong order, or if I baked it all at the wrong temperature for the wrong amount of time, the result would no longer be a cake. Maybe something resembling a cake, but it would not have all the qualities of one.”

I observe the crowd of children for a few seconds, but no further questions seem to pop up, so I let Napoleon take over as I go sit on the edge of the fountain. It’s taller than the one in the mansion’s garden, and I struggle a little to climb on the stone surface while keeping my dress out of the water. I wobble briefly, convinced that I am about to fall, but ultimately manage to find my balance and get comfortable.

As Isaac and Napoleon begin to divide the students in two groups, he turns to me, questioningly. I think he wants me to join them.

“Oh, I don’t have anything prepared, Napo,” I say, flustered. “Can’t teach if I’m not ready. Besides, I want to watch you two,” I smile from my seat. “What you’re doing with these kids is great... I’m sure they’ll thank you for it in the future.”

Although neither of them really explained the situation, then did not have to. Judging by the children’s clothes, they were probably not privileged enough to afford an education. And then, there’s the fact that we’ve bee teaching class in the town square, as opposed to, you know, an actual school. It’s rewarding charity work, and I can see why they do it. I, however, have no idea how to teach, and I don’t want to ruin the lessons they had planned for the day.

Napoleon teaches history to his half of the group. He tells it like a tale, his charm and flair inevitably captivating the attention of the children. They will surely remember every word he says if he keeps making it that interesting. Meanwhile, Isaac slowly makes his way through each individual student, correcting their equations and taking his time to explain everything they have trouble with. He works patiently, aware of each child’s capacity, and gently guides them towards the correct answer without giving it away. It’s actually quite sweet.

I enjoy watching them until the bell of a nearby church tolls, and I count the chimes. Time to go. I approach Isaac to tell him, as he is the one closest to me, and he excuses himself to the children, pulling me aside. Napoleon sees and does the same before joining us.

“Thank you for today, it was lovely to see this side of you two,” I explain with a smile. “But I have to leave now. Don’t wanna be late for the play.”

“Be careful, nunuche,” Napoleon tells me, growing serious. I wave him off, rolling my eyes.

“Seriously, I’ll be fine!” I protest, annoyed, before turning to Isaac. “All good?” I tilt my head up so he can see my neck and point at the velvet ribbon tied around the bruises. He takes a look.

“All good,” he repeats. “Have fun at the theatre.”

“Thanks.”

I stand on my toes to kiss both their cheeks, like I usually do, and wave at the children as I walk away from the group. I make my way into a narrow street, following the map I brought with me. This time, le Comte gave me a purse along with the dress and choker, and it has proven to be very useful. No more storing items in my stockings, at least. 

A carriage passes by me and abruptly stops. Speak of the devil, it is le Comte’s voice I hear calling out to me from inside.

“Need a ride, ma chérie?” he offers, opening the door.

“Thanks, comte, but I prefer to walk. I haven’t really done much since, you know,” I explain, pointing at my neck, “so I appreciate the exercise.”

He retreats back to say something to the driver, but he speaks to quickly for me to catch it. He then proceeds to step out of the carriage fully before it drives off without him.

“Allow me to accompany you, Anaïs,” he smiles, offering his arm. “I, too, was invited to the opening.” 

“Great, we get to actually spend time together this time,” I reply, returning the smile, and hold on to his arm. He chuckles.

The conversation continues where we left off three days ago in his study. Le Comte is extremely charming, almost supernaturally so. I had forgotten that he is supernatural, but it no longer bothers me. I think it never really did.

We are about halfway to the theatre when he leans down and whispers in my ear without stopping.

“We’re being followed.” 

I turn around to shoot a discreet glance behind me, and sure enough, a man I saw near the square is walking a few paces behind us. I barely noticed him then, but now that I am paying attention, I recognize him from the coffee house. Shit.

We are crossing the same part of the city. That’s probably how he found me. Regardless, I know this neighbourhood already, and I can take advantage of that. I pull le Comte into an alleyway and press myself against the wall. For a moment I think we’ve lost the man, but my breath of relief gets stuck in my throat when I hear his footsteps approaching once again.

“Kiss me,” I command, pulling on le Comte’s lapel to force him closer.

“Pardon?”

“No time to explain, just do it.” He stares at me, confusion glimmering in the gold of his eyes. “Dude, just kiss me, quickly!” I whisper urgently. He hesitantly meets my lips with his and puts his arms on either side of me to lean on the wall as I push him against me, my hand on the back of his neck.

The kiss is chaste, a fact obscured by the deceivingly passionate position we are in. I keep my eyes open throughout, enough to see the man from the coffee house peek into the alleyway and then leave, uttering a curse at the prospect of having lost sight of me. It isn’t until his footsteps fade away completely that I turn my face away from le Comte, a sigh of relief managing to escape my lips this time.

“Sorry about that,” I breathe out. “I’m the one he was after.”

“Is he the man Sebastian told me about? Is he giving you any more trouble?” he asks, worried.

“You mean with the coffee? Yeah, that’s him.” I thought he would have forgotten me after a few weeks, but it turns out that man is as bitter as the drinks he scams people into paying.

“You do know I could have fought him, don’t you? He is no match for a pureblood vampire, after all,” le Comte says, looking in the direction of the main street. “Nobody threatens my guests. That scoundrel needs to be taught a lesson-”

“You will do no such thing,” I interrupt him, interlocking my fingers with his before he can get away. “Arthur already punched him in the face and it only made things worse. Besides, we have somewhere to be. Don’t want your shirt to get wringkled or something.”

“You are right,” he chuckles. “Ma chérie, always so thoughtful. Although if you see that man again, do not hesitate to let me know. I will handle it,” he assures me, regaining his serious expression. The look in his eyes is threatening, but not towards me. I have never seen him like that, even though he is certainly protective of me. That he has proven since the day we met.

“Okay,” I nod, making eye contact so he can see I understood. I begin walking out of the alleyway and gently pull him along, still grasping his hand. “Now let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

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