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mote-historie · 3 months
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Reynaldo Luza, Reynaldo Luza y Argaluza (Peruvian, 1893-1978), Art Deco Advertising Illustration for Madam Agnes hats, Harper’s Bazaar, January 1926.
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jeanfrancoisrey · 6 months
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Cloche de la chapelle Sant’Eliseu, Corse du sud…
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ashipiko · 7 days
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PLEASE I JUST THINK THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY-
CHRIS YOY STRAIGHT UP YASSIFIED MY BOY. IM SCREAMINGGGF HES SO FLIPPIN CUTE IN YOUR STYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS!!!!!!!!! he is so CUTE he is my little MEOWMEOW IM PETTING HIM AS WE SPEAK. IM CRAAAAAZY OVER HIM IN YOUR STYLE IM LIKE ?????????
AND LIKE TBH I THINK HIS RELATIONSHIP W CLOCHE WOULD BE SO FUNNY????? the fluffy ear duo!!! cloche I can DEF imagine being fed up w him 24/7 espec on first meet…….. “carrots here to buy a pawpsicle? just call me mr. wild!” “MASTER NIKO.” LIKE niko is irritating on PURPOSE. yk how nick talks to judy all “a toy store is missing it’s little bunny” and “how about you head back with your fuzzy wuzzy little tail between your legs”. I THINK HE WOULD TALK TO CLOCHE LIKE THAT AT FIRST. I DUNNO IF IT WOULD AFFECT HER THAT MUCH BUT ?? ITS THERE
THO IN A MORE SERIOUS SETTING niko knows his way around the school and the people within it so if cloche actually warms up and approaches niko resulting in him getting attached……. he would probably swindle people’s focus away from her and the shifty fox that’s messing w em. ITD BE CUTE TO SEE HIM TRY AND LESSEN THE AMOUNT OF BULLIES SHE FACES YK? THEY COULD BE A FUN DUO!!!!! and he can be serious when needed. like for EX the scarabia chap and overblot which he IS present for
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thevisualvamp · 1 month
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The elusive magic mushroom
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thurstongrey · 5 months
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tunabesimpin · 1 year
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I offer you the cat as a sacrifice/tribute
first of all CLOCHE <3 I LOVE THE DESIGN SO MUCH second i want u to know i listened to cats the whole hour while doing this purely becuz CAT!!!!!
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le son brille
par croyance en la lumière
sa face lissée qui s’offre
au temps qui s’impose
pour laisser passer midi
parmi les fleurs
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© Pierre Cressant
(samedi 3 septembre 2022)
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manolomun63 · 11 months
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C’est l’heure de sonner !
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druskels · 1 year
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loveloveuniverse · 8 months
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mote-historie · 4 months
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A model wearing a Cloche hat (embellished headdress) by Suzanne Talbot and an ornate coat with fox collar, Photo by Edward Steichen for Vogue, November 1925.
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blue-skytan · 4 months
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Meet my reploid OCs, the thief band “Apex Predators”!
They are a family but also not really. Yes they’re inspired by SPY x FAMILY
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ashipiko · 4 months
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Jumpscare
IM GONNA REPLY TO THIS RN BEFORE I FORGET AND ALSO CUZ I DONT THINK I HAVE TIME TO GIVE BACK ANOTHER DOODLE 😔😔😔😔😔
ASHI-KINS SUCH A GOOD NICKNAME…….. ace in your artstyle tho. CHRIS!!!!!! 😭😭 he looks so good I CAN NOT. tho this made me think about soc ashace last night and TBH I think it would be fun if ace was head over heels and ashi got him wrapped round her finger 🫣 they act all nice n stuff in public but down to it ace is still tryna win her over………
“I gotcha, Clochey! Dialing him riiight now before he gets caught up with the fuzz~” to “TRAPPOLA GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OR ELSE WE’RE BREAKING UP” IT WOULD BE FUNNY. also keeps the special ashace dynamic and ashi’s “true self” into play 😳 THO TBH I DONT RMB A LOT ABOUT THE SOC……. 😭😭 like they didn’t really get focused on a bunch in the outsiders did they?
!!! THIS AU MAKES ME REALLY CURIOUS ON HOW ASHI AND CLOCHE INTERACT THO since there’s this kinda barrier between them in twst universe? cuz cloche is sus of ashi and ashi is too shallow IIRC so maybe they’d actually be friends here 🤔🤔 mayhaps?
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thevisualvamp · 3 months
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ceruleancattail · 11 months
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[Hello, hello~ Congrats on reaching 1000+ !! Hope you’re doing well and drinking water ;)]
I assign [Cloche] as an ex-worker/staff visiting on a whim. She used to clean up messes, tend to the creatures, and even chase down escapees. Cloche had a mixed reputation— depending on if an attraction was rule-abiding or a troublemaker. …Now that the circus had been long abandoned, her welcome isn’t so warm.
[TDLR Cloche Desc: Apathetic, dutiful, professional, ruthlessly blunt]
As for a pair… Epel. I can imagine Epel harbouring resentment for Cloche and maybe even hoping to enact revenge if given the opportunity to? There’s no way Cloche could leave such a mark, tearing up his dreams of freedom— only to disappear and then come back like nothing happened, right?
[Hope this is okay!]
People normally run towards the circus.
Chasing down fleeting dreams of freedom, seeking salvation from the dizzying lights, the allure of the mystical, the unusual. They see the acrobats fly through the sky, tightrope walkers prance across strings stretched taunt across the canopy. The contagious grin of the ringmaster, stretching from ear to ear.
They only see the picture-perfect smiles.
A tail, flicking from left to right nervously. Cloche stands before the great old tent. A sigh escapes from her lips, before she takes a right, circling to the back of the tent.
The backstage, if that hell of a circus could ever be recognised as a stage. If she closed her eyes, she could just hear the screams.
Strangled sobs of performer pushing themself to the brink for just one show. The ringmaster’s whip cracking like thunder, sending scarlet lines of pain burning on the backs of those brave fools who took it upon themselves to rebel.
Glass splinters crunched under her feet, scattered throughout the ground. The faint stench of ammonia, the smell of a scared animal. Narrowing her eyes, Cloche glanced around.
The old tents were still up. Staff rooms, for performers to hide their bruises with makeup, force a smile onto their faces. Behind those little dingy tents were cages. Metal bars rusted, bent at awkward angles. Some had their doors ripped off their hinges, occupants nowhere to be found.
Slipping through the cages, Cloche stops in front of a particularly small one. Huddled in a corner, an metal apple was craved onto it’s roof. Once painted gold, now a dull grey, specks of paint peeling off it. Running her hand over the surface, Cloche winces. Fingers catching on the corroded surface, piercing through skin.
The crimson red of blood peeking from her fingertips, dripping down. Splattering on the ground, ghastly flowers of crimson spreading through the floor.
Cloche heaves a sigh, before pressing her hand onto her pants. An attempt to stop the bleeding. Taking a knee, she peers into the cage. No visible remains. Just an empty bowl.
He escaped then.
Good for him.
Brushing off her knees, she rose back to her feet. Her neck prickled, a piercing gaze burning pinpricks of flames into her body. Whipping around, Cloche’s shoulders tensed. A spring, ready to leap into action.
Slow, calculated steps. Big, wide eyes. The innocent eyes of a doll. His mouth parted into a small “o”, an adorable look of pleasant surprise. He beams, curls of lavender bouncing on his head.
Every move he made, there was a creak. His arms connected to sockets, every single limb moving in unison.
A shiver ran down her spine, a cold setting deep into its base.
“I thought you’ve left by now, Epel.”
A laugh, choked out forcefully. Epel glared at her, eyes brimming with hatred.
“How could I? You were the one who locked my door, after all.”
A small smile. Probably meant to reassure her, but Cloche knew otherwise.
She was the one who trained him, after all. Calculated expressions, each meant to tug at the audience’s heartstrings, playing them like fools. He hated every moment of it.
What’s the point of running away to join a circus if he wasn’t free?
Forced to be an adorable little cherub, smiling for people he’ll never know.
The only one he’ll ever truly smile for was his handler. Sweet, beautiful Cloche. The only one who treated him with some semblance of human decency. She addressed him by his name, not “doll”, or some other sickeningly sweet nickname. She taught him how to survive. What to say, what to do to escape the wrath of the ringmaster.
But she left. Like all the others. Packing up and fleeing when the circus went burst. He remembers screaming, reaching out those porcelain limbs of his. Particularly pleading for Cloche to turn around.
Please.
Take him too.
Now, he was free.
Rather ironic, truly. The living doll, basking in the gentle glow of freedom. While Cloche was still drowning in the past, entangled with memories of what once was. Still searching for that wonderful acrobat, Rook Hunt.
With his aerial abilities, he stunned the crowds. Swinging from one end to another, he’ll do it all with the brightest smile on his face. Rook stole the show, along with Cloche’s heart.
He vanished shortly after the circus collapsed, never to be heard off ever again.
Ah, poor Cloche. It’s hard to let go, isn’t it?
Don’t worry, Epel still here. He was still waiting, even after all those years. Cloche’s wandered back to the circus. It must be fate.
He’ll grab hold of her this time.
She’ll never leave.
Not again.
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2007 Steven Meisel, Paris Je T’aime, Vogue US, September 2007. 
This beautiful shoot entitled Paris Je T’aime from the 2007 Vogue September issue was photographed by Steven Meisel, and styled by Grace Coddington. The models are Coco Rocha, Guinevere Van Seenus, Caroline Trentini, Sasha Pivovarova, Gemma Ward and Agyness Deyn.
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