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mickyschumacher · 11 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: carlos sainz and you have an on and off relationship: full of an alluring pain. and no matter what, it seems you two always come back to one another. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), infidelity, toxic relationship, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex (wrap it up like a gift!), reader slaps carlos, crying, ANGST, carlos bordering on being a sadist, cumming inside, fingering in the car, that being said - dangerous car driving, oral sex, incorrect model stuff probs, severely poorly utilised spanish, probs poorly written smut lol, probably missing plot holes but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: this is poorly based off taylor swift' 'style'. i hadn't realised i turned such a nice song into something well um... not nice? proof-read but as always, don't hold it against me!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆ •°. 。 .°• ⋆

Before you even started your cat-and-mouse game with Carlos, you were well aware that he was trouble the moment he walked into the room.

Scratch that.

Formula One drivers were nuisances. Ask any other model on the street and they would probably agree with you.

You knew that it was a relationship you probably shouldn't even be in. He was always going to be away in a new country every other week while you were doing photoshoots and walking runways. You would barely have time with each other. You don't think that you could even label such a relationship 'long distance'.

So when your management sent you down to the infamous Monaco Grand Prix as eye-candy, how were you to deny those brown eyes constantly lingering on you, following your body as he sported a smug smile? No one would be in their right mind to not fall for a guy like Carlos.

The heated gazes, the flirty comments, the burning brushes of touch... it was clear for the both of you that you had to be together.

But of course, despite knowing all of this, you couldn't help still feel a bit emotional about your relationship.

midnight

you come and pick me up, no headlights

long drive

could end in burning flames or paradise

fade into view, oh

it's been a while since i have even heard from you

Here you were. In Miami. The sun had fully set and the rare few stars you could find had taken up their night shift.

You were just leaving the office of your management after having a discussion on what photoshoots you were doing in the upcoming weeks and what events you were attending.

Chanel, Dior, Ralph Lauren, YSL, Louis Vuitton...

Brands on any other general day you would've love to talk about. But your mind was in a state of disarray after receiving a message from a certain Spaniard.

hot spanish polla (prick)

pick you up in 15, princesa (princess)

behind your office.

Even now, looking at the message again, you let out a scoff. You scrolled up, finding the last message you had sent to him. In January.

It was currently May.

Your fingers clenched around your phone as you let out a shaky sigh. Despite all the rage you felt, of course you were here, in the secluded area of your company.

You looked down at your clothes. A model life meant wearing 'fashionable' clothes. You, your manager, and your stylist often pre-agreed on the outfits you wore just for the sake of your image. Today, your stylist had dressed you in a black mini skirt and maroon sweater. You neck and ears all adorned in thin gold jewellery while you feet were hugged by a classic pair of white sneakers.

You pursed your lips. At least you looked good.

But of course this was just like Carlos. Speaking, calling, texting... all when he wanted. You knew he was in Miami. You weren't an idiot. You had all of this season's races organised into your calendar.

You were just in disbelief that Carlos had the audacity to even text you after not hearing even a word from him in almost five months.

Your ears perked up to a low rumble of a car entering the area. The headlights were off but you could still spot it's familiar features. You eyed the iconic Prancing Horse and rolled your eyes. The love and hate you had for Ferrari was unexplainable.

The car stopped in front of you and the door of the driver's seat opened. Carlos came out as if he were in slow motion.

You sucked your tongue to your lips upon eyeing his appearance. He was in a black coat, a simple white shirt that stuck to his sculpted body paired with black trousers that brought out his stupidly defined thighs. Those thighs... god, how much time had you spent on them?

and i should tell you to leave 'cause i

know exactly where it leads, but i

watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Carlos waved a hand through his hair and smiled at you. You could feel his eyes waver over you, making you suppress the innate shudder his gaze would usually send you. You couldn't let him think that everything was okay.

He opened the door to the passenger side and gestured for you to come in with an extended hand.

You folded your arms and stared at him. Were you really going to do this? Yes. Was this what you deserved after so long? A man who felt dizzy for you but wouldn't speak to you for four months? Yes and no.... yes.

Carlos narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Get in the car, Y/N. Before I make you."

There was nothing threatening about his tone. In fact, even if it was, it would be an empty threat. Because at the end of the day, the both of you knew you were going to.

You internally sighed, before walking up to the open door. You turned your head to him and gave an amused huff. "As if you would, Sainz."

Carlos flashed his classic grin, the very one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place, and watched you enter his car.

By the time you had but on your seatbelt and rested your arm on the door, Carlos had finally sat next you.

"You look good, cariño (darling)," Carlos murmured, bringing your hand up to his mouth to leave a small kiss.

You clenched your jaw at the fiery tingle that sprawled across your hand. You snatched your hand away. "I know. I look good all the time," You mentioned curtly.

Were you being a bitch? A bit catty? Simply put, yes. But you thought a man who usually got what he wanted deserved some sort of catty behaviour.

"Four months, Carlos, four goddamn months... of nothing," You sighed out.

A remorseful expression fell over Carlos' face. "I know. I'm so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses."

You huffed once again with an irked smile, folding your arms while you looked out your window. You could think of one. But maybe it wasn't time to bring it up right now. You were tired of this game already. You would rather a false peace than the raw reality.

Your eyes peered over to him. "Long drive home?" You asked.

Carlos smiled softly at you. "As per usual."

You nodded slowly and Carlos turned the key of the car. The engine came alive and seemingly so did he as his hand naturally fell to your thigh while he reversed out.

you got that james dean daydream look in your eye

and i got that red lip classic thing that you like

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

you got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt

and i got that food girl faith and a tight little skirt

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Carlos could feel your eyes on him as he drove down the empty, long roads of Miami, dotted with the sparsely spaced palm trees swaying in the warm summer breeze.

Your eyes trailed over every inch of him. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His neck. His body. Every crevice. As if you were trying to print an image in your mind.

You always looked at him like that. Carlos remembered asking you about it. "What are you looking at?" He would ask.

"Just you," You would retort, "I just can't believe someone like you exists."

Carlos would chuckle and question what you meant by that. You simply said he reminded you of James Dean. Even now. His hair was slightly grown and slicked back with the heat of Miami. His entire aura was smug and intoxicating. The entire world could see Carlos Sainz as the Spanish romantic driver, but you knew that behind that warming exterior, was something dirty... troublesome in the best way, in fact.

You, god, you were the complete opposite. Y/N L/N. The good girl model. Pure. Untainted. The type of model you would see in spreads of brands right after they had a controversy because your angel aura would put anyone back in the good books. No matter how revealing your clothes were or how much skin you had on display, you were somehow still the epitome of unadulterated goodness.

There was a saying that people often associated with good girls like you. Every good girl wants a bad boy to be good just for her.

You wished that wasn't true. How desperately had you avoided all those flashy teenage popstars and actors. But here you were inevitably falling for an intoxicating Carlos Sainz. Time and time again.

so it goes

he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

You let out a shaky sigh as Carlos' hand travelled closer and closer up your inner thigh. "Carlos," You warned, eyes widening slightly as those brown eyes were planted firmly on you, taking in every little movement of yours, instead of looking at the road.

"Yes, my ñina bonita (beautiful girl)," He answered almost questioningly in a teasing tone.

"Keep your eyes on the road," You weakly mumbled.

You both watched his fingers linger up your skirt. His fingers danced across your burning skin and paused at the thin material covering your core. You sucked in a sharp breath once those fingers met your panties.

Carlos grinned at your shaking eyes and the warm dampness on his fingers. "You make it hard to look away," He confessed earnestly.

You could feel his fingers rub your pussy ever so slowly, only just grazing over that sensitive nub of yours.

"Jesus fucking christ, Carlos," You hissed out, hips bucking at his touch.

Carlos could feel his pants become incredibly tight all of a sudden. The control he had over you was so enthralling that he wanted to simply stop in the middle of the highway, grab you by yours hips and fuck the living life out of you.

What a sight that would be. You straddling his lap, soaking his trousers as your ass rested against the Ferrari symbol embedded into the steering wheel. He would make sure that the brand he represented would be covered in your cum after he was done with you.

Carlos sucked in a sharp breath. "Jesus fucking christ, indeed, cariño," He managed to get out, blinking hard at the road in front of him.

He watched out of his peripheral vision as your head fell back against while his thick fingers pushed past your panties and slid against your drenched folds.

His fingers ventured and craved a journey, feeling each crevice of your pussy. Carlos thrusted his fingers into your warm walls, briefly watching you envelope him entirely.

"Fuck, Carlos," You moaned out, hand instinctively reaching out to covers his. You couldn't tell if you wanted him to stop in this horny haze or push him in even further.

It must have been the latter as you could feel his fingers delve further into you. Carlos let out a strangled moan, foot pressing further on the accelerator. He needed to get you home as fast he could.

takes me home

the lights are off, he's taking off his coat

i say "i heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl"

he says, "what you heard is true

but i can't stop thinking 'bout you and i"

i said, "i've been there too a few times."

By the time you had reached home and got to your bedroom, the entire of your house remained living in the darkness you had found it in.

Carlos and you didn't need lights. If there was anything he was purely confident about, other than his driving of course, it was your body. He knew it like he knew those race tracks. Every curve. The distance from your breasts to your pussy. How long it would take you to cum. He knew it all.

Carlos shrugged off his coat somewhere onto your floor, needing a release from the heat surging through his body. Your shoes and socks he had pulled off in a haste as well.

His lips had found yours as his hands roamed your back, pulling him closer to you. His fingers snuck past the hem of your shirt, brushing your bare skin while reaching up your torso to find a neat surprise.

"No bra," Carlos' hoarse voiced queried with the sound of a smirk playing at his lips. At least thats what you could assume in the dark.

Carlos inched you towards your bed as if it was a second nature to him.

The soft silk sheets he had bought you last year consumed the both of you as his fingers brushed past your nipple.

You released yourself from this kiss at the action, gasping for the air that Carlos had taken from you.

"I heard you were with some other girl. Is this what you did with her?" You finally asked, feeling a small smirk grow onto your face despite the annoyance running through your body.

You could feel Carlos stop moving, probably boring those beautiful brown eyes of his into you.

He knew what you were talking about. February. Pre-testing season. The drivers, some staff and their partners had gotten together to celebrate the upcoming season.

Lando, like the photo lover he was, had decided to document the night with his camera and post it to his Instagram dedicated to photos, lando.jpg.

You had clicked on it a few hours later, deciding to see how much fun they were having while you were doing a photoshoot with Kim Jones. Pictures of Charles dancing terribly with Max had made you laugh. Carmen looking concerned for George's wellbeing as he took shots had made you laugh even harder. There was also a photo of Alex and Lily being the cute paddock couple they were while Carlos was drunkly looking into the camera

But then your fingers stopped on particular photo of Carlos.

He looked good, you could not deny him that. Flushed skin, hazed eyes, the perfect smile... all while dressed as the Madrid's richest.

But lo and behold, that wasn't the only thing getting your attention. Instead, it was the girl in his arms. The same girl who in the next few photos had her lips on him and his hands on her ass. You could even spot a fresh hickey that wasn't on her neck in the previous photo.

God, the comments and tweets were coming in at lightning speed.

user55: who's the girl? i thought carlos was with y/n?

user04: maybe they broke up?

user16: wasn't just with her for new years? jfc, that man needs to get a grip

mickyschumacher: y/n deserves better than this

user44: i wonder if she knows?

Quite soon after, Lando had taken down the post, apologising to you profusely. You reassured him it was okay, even though deep down you were exhausted of this.

Not only had Carlos been going around with another girl, but he didn't even have the decency to say sorry. He would rather say nothing.

Carlos didn't know what was worse. His growing guilt or the fact that your reaction was making him harder.

His fingers skimmed across your swollen lips. "Obviously what you saw was true. But the thing is... I can't stop thinking about you and I, princesa. You consume me for every second of the day. Even if I don't show it. Fuck, I have a ritual before every race, you know? To cum to your name... to your body."

Was is it a poor excuse? Yes. It didn't even explain why he had done it in the first place. But the most damning thing was, you didn't care. Or you could care less to begin with.

Instead you were turned on. The pool in your panties had gotten even bigger as you released a light moan at his words. Your hands travelled to his waist, peeling off his white shirt while he raised his arms. The combination of your body heat was so high that it could almost be considered unsafe for the average human.

"You're a lucky man, Sainz. I can't stop thinking about you too."

Carlos could only let out a moan at your words, removing your sweater before bringing his lips to your nipples, dividing his attention to them equally. His hands were busy unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers.

Your hand reached into his long hair, gripping the locks tightly as he moaned against your breasts. You could hear the clink and thud of his belt and pants hitting the floor as he pushed up your skirt, unbothered to take it off.

In face, these mini skirts were going to be the death of Carlos. He loved them on you. It wasn't just the easy access to the heaven down there. But if he had to explain it, it was the way they rested on your thighs. Laying there simply, not doing anything but creating a monster in him.

Carlos pushed your panties to the side, plunging his fingers into you without any warning. He could feel you arch your back and push your head into the bed while you writhed under his touch.

"Fucking hell," You swore, clenching your thighs around his hands.

Carlos chuckled. "Such a dirty mouth, princesa," He stated before speeding up his pace.

Your loud moans echoed within your empty house. Your hips bucked into his hand, fucking yourself faster on him to chase the release he had built up in the pit of your stomach.

"You wanna cum, Y/N? Hmm? Tell me?"

The sweat was building up on your skin as Carlos had added his thumb over your clit. He rubbed his thumb briefly in slow circles but he had given up on the teasing. He wanted you to squirm in his hands because that's how much pleasure you were receiving. He flicked the nub in fast motions, dropping his warm spit into your hot folds.

"Holy–Carlos!"

Carlos smirked at the ironic combination of words following out of your mouth. Yes, he was holy. But if he was that divine, you were no angel. You were a sin. A goddess. A she-devil.

"I would love to watch you cum, princesa. I really would. But my cock is begging for you, hmm? I think your pussy deserves some attention that isn't my fingers, no?"

Carlos had stopped moving his hand and removed his fingers from you. He could feel you shake in his hold. From anger or pleasure, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had left you begging for more.

Although it must've been anger.

Because almost immediately, he had heard it before he felt it. The sharp whack of the air. The burn on his cheek almost sizzling.

You could feel his hot gaze pierce through you as your chest heaved up and down in frustration. "You're a little shit, Carlos," You groaned. "Sorry, no. What was it in Spanish? Polla? Yes, fucking polla."

The room had turned eerie in seconds. Carlos' silence had started to worry you. You could still feel his gaze and hear his laboured breathing but he was saying nothing.

Suddenly you felt his hands wrap around your waist and move to his lap. You let out a gasp at the bare cock you had been placed upon and the sloppy lips resting near your ear.

"I think I need to fuck the nice back into you, princesa, no? Maybe if you become my little divine goddess, I'll let you cum, hmm? What do you think?" Carlos' whisper was hot and heavy in your ear. "Use your words, mi amor (my love)".

Goddamn it. He had broken out the 'mi amor'. The only thing that had you hanging by a thread. The sliver of hope that whatever you and Carlos had going on was more than this. That you truly loved one another.

"Yes, Carlos," You said, bringing a gentle peck to his lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips. "There's my good girl.''

Carlos pushed your panties aside, assured that you were stretched out and wet enough by his fingers. He grabbed his cock and was overcome with a shudder when rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.

"Spit, cariño," His voice commanded.

You gathered all the saliva that had easily accumulated after salivating for this man and let the warm fluid fall from your lips.

Carlos couldn't see but he could just imagine if the lights were on. The bubbled liquid falling from those pretty lips of yours, turning into thin strings as they had perfectly landed on the slit of his cock.

He didn't even have to say anything as your nimble fingers rubbed your saliva over his shaft. You could hear his heavy breaths in the air and a small sigh of pleasure came from his lips. "Baby, let's get me in you, hmm?"

You let out a small whimper at his words before releasing a strangled moan as you pushed his cock into your pussy. You could feel each swollen and puffed out fold take him in and your warm walls wrapping around him tightly.

Carlos shut his eyes tightly. "Mierda (shit). You feel so good, princesa," He groaned, lifting his hips up.

You moaned in agreement, throwing your hands around his neck as he thrusted in and out of you.

The concept that cock could made a person dumb often sounded strange. But with Carlos, it was true. You couldn't do anything or say anything but moan in pleasure.

"Lamp. I need to see your face, princesa," Carlos muttered out in awkward pauses, rutting his hips against you in an angle that almost made it impossible for you stretch your arm out and turn on the lamp.

A yellow illuminated the room and finally, you could see each other.

You had made eye contact with Carlos. His eyes bore into you while his mouth was agape as if he was constantly ready to moan. His normally slicked hair was now tousled courtesy of your fingers.

Jesus, was he a sight to behold.

But Carlos didn't think any less of you. God, how were you even real? Your skin was flushed, hair sticking out in every direction, sweat and traces of your wetness across your body and your eyes: dazed with lust and bordering on the edge of being fucked out.

But most especially, those goddamn lips of yours. They were painted with red when Carlos had first picked you up. The red had faded, only trace amounts left mixed with the red flush of the swelling he had brought by kissing you. What a vision you were.

Your eyes flickered to the specifically red cheek that faced you. God, this man knew how to make you feel for anything. His hips jerked into you, pushing his cock deeper as every second passed. The spell he had on you was serious; dangerous.

You could feel a glaze of water fall over your eyes as your fingers brushed his reddened cheek. His skin was still warm from your slap. Carlos shivered at your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm sorry, Carlos," You murmured out so quietly that if he wasn't listening so intently, he would've missed it. "I didn't mean to."

Carlos could feel his heart pace as you softly kissed the burning skin of his. It was as if you were kissing his pain away. A warm tear from your eyes had fallen onto his cheek, making his heart melt.

Carlos could feel himself tighten at the action, even more so when you clenched your walls tightly around him.

"You think you deserve to cum, mi princesa?" Carlos queried, wrapping his hand around your jaw and making you turn to face him. His eyes shook at your teary eyed gaze. The mascara and eyeliner you wore had broken down. If he hadn't felt so soft for you, he would've teased you and said you looked like a racoon.

Carlos could feel you start to shake as you buried your nails into his skin. To his surprise, you shook your head no. You begun to slow your pace and clench around him, only trying to get him off.

"Oh mi amor, mi ñina bonita, you deserve to cum. You deserve a lot more than you know," Carlos whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard and increasing the speed of his cock thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but let out a sob mixed with both pleasure and sadness. A wave of euphoria convulsed within your body as Carlos staggered to a halt in you. His cock twitched and throbbed, spilling his hot cum into your walls.

You bought Carlos into a tight hug, pushing yourself further onto his cock, making him groan again and release a few more ropes of his cum into you.

Carlos brought his lips to your shoulders and left a small trail of kisses as the two of you calmed down.

The double meaning to his words had thrown you off.

You could tell what he meant.

This why he had reached out in the first place.

His guilty glances. The poor excuses.

This was the last time.

Whatever this was between you... it had to end.

You both needed to move on.

But especially you.

It was a gutting feeling to know. But Carlos was right. This sadness, this anger, this toxicity could go on no longer. Despite being heartsick, you were happy though.

Because even if this ended, you had gone out in style.

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #f1 x taylor swift #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x you #mickyschumacher #carlos sainz x reader

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Request: the team finds out that Spencer used to do high fashion modeling when he was younger (like MGG) and they’re just sooo shocked. Extra points if the modeling is also how he met his hot wife

"This is you," Penelope states loudly, dumping a stack of magazines onto Spencer's desk. They're very old issues of Vogue, GQ, Vanity Fair, and Esquire as well as a couple of other catalogs from Hermes, Balenciaga, Ralph Lauren, Yves Saint Laurent, Comme des Garçons, and Dolce & Gabbana. "You're in these." She repeats.

Spencer has already memorized each page of every addition in every language. "Yeah?" He wonders what she's gifting these to him for.

"When, where, why, what, how?" She lists her questions.

"They all have dates on them, Garcia." He deadpans.

"Hey, you never told us about this," Emily says, flipping through the magazine and noticing the young version of Spencer photographed in expensive, designer clothes.

Spencer chooses an edition of Ralph Lauren, turning to a specific page number and pointing out the girl standing next to him in a countryside shoot. "Y/n." He says, labeling his wife.

"No way!" Penelope exclaims, picking it up to examine it closer.

"How did you never find this?" JJ asks her, taking the book after her.

"Baby girl, your skills are slipping." Morgan teases, trying to find both of them in the other catalogs.

Spencer shakes his head. "It's not my name. Well, not technically. It's Spencer L/n. I got into it in college, scouted, I guess. And it's how I met Y/n, who let me use her last name for my shoots. Now, she has mine." He explains, getting surprised looks from his colleagues.

"Oh, that's why you two found it hilarious when Morgan told her she could model," Emily recalls Morgan's flirting when they first met her.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer reid blurb

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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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She’s actually really sad because it was a jumper that was a gift from Mat’s mom when she was pregnant with Nola and now… it’s gone

Stop because Mathew has to know this right? Like I imagine he feels so bad he’ll try to make something special 🥺

No because he totally forgot where the jumper is from and when he’s showing his mom wyatt’s new jumper she’s like is that the one I got y/n? And mat’s like oh shit so he pulls some strings with people he knows who are like models and stuff and gets Ralph Lauren to make her another one even though it’s discontinued and on the inside is a tag where the Ralph Lauren name tag would be that has their babies names on

Nola

Ivy

Ryder

Bailey

Wyatt

#mat and mama

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dulcewrites · 11 months

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Which brands would HOTD characters wear in modern au?

I love this question. I will try also include visual aids and links so y’all get what I mean.

Alicent: I see modern Alicent looking exactly how Charlotte from satc does. Now this could be me being biased bc Charlotte is my fav girl from that show and Alicent is my fav from hotd, but I think Alicent would be a Ralph Lauren girlie much like her. Along with Ralph Lauren - alessandra rich, the row, and maxmara

Rhaenyra - I see her having a slightly edgier or effortlessly cool/sexy style. Bottega, off white, Versace, anine bing, Jean Paul gaultier. Nyra would like wearing men’s pieces as well

Aegon - Aegon would be one of those people who looks like he rolled out of bed, in the sense he puts little effort in, but has on clothes that are worth more than people’s student loans. Fiorucci, ALLSAINTS, Valentino

Aemond - idk if this is just me but Aemond is just… a cooperate man in my head. Maybe ewan has proportions that lends itself to eating up a suit. Obviously he can’t wear that all the time, but his suit game is crazy. His brands are brunello cucinelli, Tom ford, and dior… adidas lmao (iykyk)

Helaena - our bohemian and sparkly queen. The colorful one of the fam. Very girly and flowy. Loves jewelry, big jewelry girl. For her I see dolce vita, for love and lemons, reformation, Kika Vargas , schiaparelli, versace

Daeron: Very ‘all American boy’. He’s giving us catalogue model… honestly I could so see daeron being a child model lmao. His brands are Gap, Louis Vuitton, Rag and Bone, Nike. This gap x barbie collection shirt is so daeron to me

#I love doing these 😭😭😭#I only did them but if y’all have any other characters in mind let me know #I could do Baela and rhaena later on #asks and requests #modern au asks #modern au

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 11 months

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Summer plans and wishes

Work out every day

I want to really focus on recovering from my eating disorder while also working towards my dream body in a healthy and productive way. Mostly by running, skipping, dance and swimming. I am not going to diet at all because I've never actually lost a significant amount of weight by changing the way I eat drastically and I'm already skinny.

Focusing on my mental health

I definitely have come a long way from who I was a year or two ago and I'm very proud of this. Regardless, I still have a lot of struggles that I want to deal with before school starts again. I'm trying to be more kind and considerate as a person and focusing on addressing my negative feelings.

Move into my new bedroom

My sister is moving out in a little over a week and even though I'll miss her terribly, I'm excited to have her old bedroom. I really feel like a new room will help me with my fresh start that I'm hoping for this September. I'm keeping it lilac and planning on adding some subtle changes but nothing too extreme as it's already very pretty and girly and bright as it is. I need to buy some new bedsheets (I've decided on these ruffle ones that are so cute and so soft) and stuff for my desk. In addition to moving into her bedroom, my parents are letting me re do our main upstairs bathroom as their bedroom is downstairs and neither of my brothers use that one. I'm planning on painting it pink and maybe getting a new vanity cabinet.

Trying to get back into the sports I love

I used to adore football for many years when I was younger. I've actually played pretty much my entire life. I quit two years ago and I miss it terribly. I want to join the girls team at our local club as long as it doesn't interfere with my ballet too much. I also want to go back to dancing, maybe two or three times a week to start until I feel confident enough to do four or five. I also would love to start inline skating again. I used to enjoy roller blading a lot when I was younger and its a great workout and very fun in general.

Starting modelling

I've wanted to model for quite some time now and my parents are very very supportive of my goals. I need to get some headshots and find a company. I'm only planning on doing this very casually until I'm eighteen when I can decide if its a career I want. To be honest, I'm just going to let my dad do all the actual hard work because he's good at things like that lol

My summer wishlist

• Stella McCartney heart shaped sunglasses

• Literally any item off of brandy melville

• Charlotte Tilbury makeup

• Floral Burberry purse

• Chanel Sunglasses

• More ralph lauren jumpers and cardigans

• Dyson air wrap

• Gucci tights

• Victoria's Secret pjs

• More light blue by dolce and gabbana

• Pink and blue coach purse

• Baby pink and baby blue bow uggs

• Swimwear from frankies bikinis

I hope everyone that follows me or sees this post can have the most angelic perfect summer ever

💞💞💞

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inspired by your post, i scrolled through that YSL collection and the thought of Apo in the silk cummerbund shirt will haunt me forever. it was made for his waist and we'll never see him in one, pure devastation. anyway, if boc saw the light and hired you as MA's stylist, who else would you dress them in?

lol remember when our biggest problem with how ugly that Dior fashion show outfit was. oh to go back to the devastating problems of... 2 days ago 🤣

I'm a little afraid to answer with my fashion brand thoughts since the last time I did it, I mentioned this Celine jacket for Mile (on Sept 4), and I'm a bit worried I manifested it (vs. Vogue gala Sept 21) at the expense of Cannes, but like...at this point literally what worse thing can happen? Them wearing a sexy shirt that I think would fit their style!? Going to another fancy event dressed up all sexy?! Going to another international film festival that's not Cannes?!

I think Celine and Tom Ford are great classics choices. To the second anon, they do look good in Ralph Lauren too!

RL is kind of preppy for my taste (as someone who had to suffer going to high school in America with people who were dressed in preppy RL clothes), but I think they look great in them. I think an equiv is probably Burberry which they did for their Central Embassy video shoot

One unexpected choice I'd love to see is Versace! @nattaphum was skeptical when I mentioned that when we chatted about it in Sept (and as an Italian who has to look at Versace ... they do have a reputation!) But the way they dressed Apo was so lovely and bold for NewGen Fashion Awards. I'd love to see Mile in some color, and while I can't say I want to wear Versace, I appreciate their continuous choices in bold textures, patterns, and materials.

In terms of just styling, I thought that of LVMH's properties, alongside Celine, Givenchy was a good fit for them style-wise. However, Givenchy is a lot lower of a profile brand than Dior or LV, LVMH's main two fashion houses...so financially Dior was the better offer.

Another designer I would love to see them collaborate with is Nagara, who is considered the preeminent Thai haute couture designer and has designed pieces for the Thai royal family. Apo has actually walked in a number of his shows.

Nagara is also one of those curates-follows kind of IG user, and he follows Apo back! Definitely more than 200 models have walked for him, so you know how special our boys are, always winning the hearts of the professionals around them 🥺

Nagara's specialty is Thai silks and bold patterns. I actually think he does bold patterns more elegantly than any of the top western fashion houses, which are both wearable and visionary.

I really enjoyed this write-up about his work that's now almost 8 years old! I came across it the first time I was doing research about Apo's time as a runway model and had noticed he walked in a number of Nagara shows and that the artistic vision of those shows were top-notch!

Anyway, Dior has...won my good graces back for now, but lord I do not like Kim Jones' Dior.

thank you to the closet wizard for the IDs!

#mileapo x dior #mile x dior #apo x dior #mileapo and fashion #kinnporsche #mileapo x central embassy #mileapo x central pattana #mileapo x d7 #apo x harpers bazaar #mileapo x vogue #vogue thailand gala #mileapo #nagara #mileapo as models #walk walk fashion baby

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- the new york city resident , oliver carroll, was seen sporting a soft ralph lauren sweater on park avenue today . the twenty-four year old is a comedian turned actor in the city & has been here for ten years. since being here , they have been told to be - erratic , but also + confident , who really knows ! according to nycslam , he is not the son of balthazar carroll . anyways , guess we'll find out for ourselves !

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full name: oliver nicholas carroll

nickname: olly

birth place: los angeles , ca

birth date: 19 february , 2000

age: twenty-four

zodiac: sagittarius

occupation: comedian turned actor ( pete davidson career claim )

gender & pronouns: cismale & he/him

sexuality : bisexual ( pending final say )

family: nicholas and sophia carroll ( grandparents ) , balthazar carrol ( father) , eve astor (mother, deceased) name , name , name and luca carroll ( siblings)

about.

oliver came into this this world bringing laughter, cracked up the nurses at the funny faces he would make. son of the then upcoming actor, now household name, balthazar caroll and eve astor, former child sitcom star turned model. his parents split did not mean much to him as an infant nor later in life. it meant he got two birthdays and two christmases! cha ching!

while he spent most of his infancy in los angeles, his mother moved the two of them out to boston, massachusetts after she decided to leave fame and her modeling career behind and pursue another career path. she chose to become a nurse. he found the airport to be a second home as he traveled back and forth a lot.

for most of his childhood up until , oliver grew up out of the public eye. his mother saw firsthand the damage it can have so oliver lived out a normal life with the occasional paparazzi when he was with his dad. he has some childhood photos floating around of him posing for cameras, sticking his tongue out, and flipping them off, which he was punished for.

trigger warning (parental death & boston marathon bombing) his life changed dramatically when his mother tragically passed. it was april 15, 2013. his mother was one of the nurses who volunteered to work the event for runners in need of medical attention. sadly, she died trying to save civilians who had been hurt by the first bombing. oliver was with his father at the time and vividly recalls the moment he saw it on the tv and trying to call her, only to receive her voicemail. he sobbed for days and was hounded by the press for comment on what had happened. even the private funeral was surrounded by photographers who want photos of the grieving boy.

after his mother's passing, oliver moved in with his father full-time. around then was when his father decided to move them all out to new york. he believes it may have been an attempt to help him heal as he had been having trouble adjusting to los angeles. oliver stayed out of the spotlight for most of youth, growing disdain for fame after how he was treated.

he wasn't spotted again until oliver was found doing a standup comedy set for an open mike night at Gotham Comedy Club. people were loving his self-deprication humor and comical insights on life. he blew up and eventually got hired onto saturday night live as a cast member, with a bit of writing every now and then.

his life was did not change much once he went into comedy. sure, people knew his family ties and he was an up-and-comer in comedy, but it was no different than what he was doing previously. it did change when he became romantically involved with famous singer dallas franco. soon, everyone wanted to know who this guy was and how he ended up with someone like dallas. it was a whirlwind romance which eventually lead to the two of them getting married. it ended up crashing down when the two of them got divorced. while it may have damaged dallas's career, it bolstered oliver's. soon, he was getting a comedy specials and offers in movies, and oliver was happy to capitalize on it, even though he was pissed how the media treated his ex-wife.

currently, oliver is still on saturday night live, but is branching into movie roles. but it is having some trouble branching into non comedic genres. he fears he is getting type casted.

it doesn't help that rumors are circulating questioning his parentage. oliver is aware that his mother was close with her best friend/washed up rock star, Cole Matthews, but he never believed any of it. their friendship ended soon after oliver and his mom left los angeles so he chalked it up to a falling out, nothing more. but it keeps being brought up more as he grows more successful.

personality.

the safest way to describe oliver is a mess. one moment he can be a happy, fun loving individual only to turn into a moody, conspiracy theorist who thinks the world would be better off crumbling to ash. people never know what to expect from him, but his ability to paint even the most dire situations as something comical almost makes up for it. he is honest with himself that he can be inconsistent, but he does his best to make up for it. however, he makes not attempts to change either.

despite this moodiness, most people would say he's a great guy. he has this boy next door charm that can win anyone over and genuinely tries to be a good person. despite coming from a rich and famous family, oliver is very down to earth. his mother tried to keep out of the public eye as much as she could, and even after, oliver still didn't want to be in the spotlight. he doesn’t have that cutthroat personality that some famous people seem to have, and tries to help people succeed if he can.

his romantic life is all over the place. oliver considers himself a romantic and enjoys flirting and the chase, but he stays loyal once he's found someone. unfortunately, he keeps finding the wrong one. after his recent divorce, he found people were more interested in him, which lead to more dating, but never amounted to anything serious. he blames his inconsistency and tendencies to get wrapped up in a fun side of things and put off the more difficult, emotional side of it. explaining his feelings has never been something he's good at, ask his therapist.

headcannon.

oliver has a lingering boston accent since he spent most of his childhood there.

despite having a trust fund and coming from a wealthy family, oliver is the cheapest man you will ever meet. he blames his mother for giving him values. he won't refuse to buy something, but he will try to haggle or find a cheaper alternative. generous tipper though.

oliver started off doing standup at eighteen after a friend of his anonymously signed him up for an open mic night. he likes to say he was forced into it.

he is one of the youngest cast members in saturday night live history, joining shortly before turning twenty.

oliver has five dogs: a french bulldog (sawyer), a beagle (copper), a bullmastiff (muffin), cavalier king charles (phineas), and labrador retriever (ferb). all of them are adopted. oliver is a firm supporter of 'adopt don't shop.'

wanted.

exes/flings/hookups: he's based on pete davidson so oliver has definitely had his fair share of romantic relationships. give me people who are out of his league.

i owe you everything: someone he's known for a long time and the person who got him into comedy. this person would be someone he's known for a while, so at least eight years.

friends: he's a charming, likable guy with a hint of deprecation. it could be someone he just knows from the party scene, costars, childhood friends, or maybe they've been a guest on saturday night life?

a roommate: oliver has a spacious townhouse for him and his dogs, but he prefers living with another person. gender doesn't matter.

industry rivals: someone in the acting world that doesn't like how quickly he's become popular.

for the publicity: someone he's been dating for publicity. it could be real or facade to bolster the other.

really open to anything. just a few thoughts. too tired to get my connections page up yet.

#richfm:intro #‎‧₊˚✧o.c.introduction✧˚₊‧

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Doster 80s/90s

80s fashion, 90s fashion

Photographs by Michael Doster, interview with the photographer conducted by Katinka Omir; foreword by Regina Stahl

Damiani, Bologna 2009, 304 pages, 300 ill.,hardback with jacket, 33 x 24 cm, ISBN: 978 88 6208 091 0

euro 40,00

email if you want to buy :[email protected]

80’s fashion, 90’s fashion. A time dizzily balanced between opulence and austerity. A period filed away too hastily and superficially amid the worn out commonplaces of hypertrophic shoulder straps and excessive consumption of lacquer… In going back over those two decades for this book Michael Doster has selected more than 300 fashion photos shot, precisely, between the early 80’s and the advent of so called minimalism and the mass use of Photoshop, a period when, in the photographer’s opinion, “the art of makeup, styling and shooting could still be defined as such.” So in the foreground the grandeur of fashion, which makes a show of itself now on top of New York skyscrapers, now in the Paris boulevards where splendid models pose like spellbinding sirens. Doster thus directs an uninterrupted défilé, between sportswear and couture: Ungaro, Sherrer, Saint Laurent, on the one hand, and Calvin Klein, De la Renta, Ralph Lauren on the other. Scintillating clothes, kitsch and haute couture star systems, intermingled on a catwalk featuring the breathtaking beauty of Gia Carangi, Marpessa, Isabel Pasco, Iman and other leading figures of the day. Super models, super heels, super makeup, super bijoux in a book to be leafed through straight off, like a glossy magazine… Born in 1938, Michael Doster attended Photography School in Zurich and later began his career as a photographer in Munich. After working in Milan and Paris, in 1974 he moved to New York where he has worked with the most prestigious fashion houses.

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(—) ★ spotted!! NICOLÁS 'NIC' MOREAU on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET, but i don’t really see it. while the MODEL is known for being ARTICULATE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be CARELESS i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song WORST CASE KID BY TOMMY LEFROY {he /him cisman}

𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀

growing up on the outskirts of paris, nic was born as the only son in the moreau clan, moguls in the european luxury hotel industry . his father, henrie, was well into his fifties when nic was born and already on his third wife, to which nic was a surprise . his mother , colette , was more interested in her husband's name and the connections it could bring her than she was in raising her own son . thus , on the bitterly cold november morning in which nic was brought into the world , he was placed into the arms of his nanny rather than his mother .

later, he would be told that his parents were ‘ overjoyed ’ at his birth, but that tidbit was always confusing to him. he’d never once seen his parents display much emotion, nevertheless one that would be related to joy. his parents were cool and detached, certainly never ones for any sort of praise or physical affection.

most of his childhood followed the same trend : his parents were always absent , only calling on nic when his presence was mandatory for various events and functions . while they were not a constant force in his life , their expectations were still high for their son . he was provided the best tutors , the best boarding school educations and any resource he could possibly need to make his parents proud .

he was able to live up to his parents' expectations for the most part . . . he made decent grades and was well - liked among his peers . it was clear from the start that his father wanted him to inherit the company , something nic was always indifferent about . it was always odd , being born into a world where his future was already decided for him before his first breath .

he started his modeling career when he was seventeen , after the photographer who shot his family's christmas card recommended him for a ralph lauren shoot happening later that month . despite his mother's previous work in the modeling industry , it was nothing that nic had ever considered doing for a living . however, he ended up going to the shoot and hasn't looked back since . soon enough , he was getting booked for paris fashion week, and he kept booking audition after audition .

it's not like nic is necessarily passionate about modeling, it's mostly just something to pass the time and get his father off his back . he decided to move , or as his parents claim --- ran away to california two years ago . in a way, he did run away , if only from his responsibilities . now that his main source of income isn't from his parents , he has no interest in returning home anytime soon .

he presents as a little spoiled, but that's where nic claims most of his charm originates from. he always sports a coy smile, paired with a cigarette hanging from his lips . he rents a house in manhattan beach , which he is rarely in due to his hectic , travel schedule .

nic is often restless , constantly looking for something to do and for new people to meet . no matter where he is , he parties quite a bit and is often out until the early hours of the morning . in terms of his relationships , he's never been one to seriously commit to anyone out of fear that his family would be enough to scare anyone away. thus , he keeps most at a distance .

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

close friends

modeling friends / party friends

roommate ( open for one - two people ! )

exes of any sort

a toxic type relationship where they know they aren't good for each other but they still hang around each other because they just can't stay away

i would love a soft slow burn for my boy ... maybe someone who's currently a friend but they both sense there could be something more there ... it would just take a little time ( and trust ! ) to get there

#𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔 ⠀ ⠀ [ . . . ] ⠀ ⠀ about.#hillzintro

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part 1 reaction to nct dream's our dream day in the US #2

Woo! Part 1 was super cute, and I think part 2 will be too based on the montage

Markren: We're going to Georgetown Jisung: When I become famous, I'll build a Jisungtown Mark: In Korea? Jisung: In Europe Renjun: Cute~ He's their baby <3

Jisung: I'll have a JS street Jisung: Only INFPs can walk on it Mark: A bit much

Jisung suggesting doing the First Snow challenge video outside

Mark was thinking of Candy

Photographer Jaemin paired with model Haechan :3

Lol Jenle bumped into someone who asked who they were and then they showed the person their Youtube page

Chenle: It feels different to be abroad Chenle: To me, Korea is abroad too Jeno: It's your second home

Haechan and Minjae at the hotel bar >3

Jaemin sulking about Haechan not paying attention to his antics Haechan, in English: Jesus

Talking about muscles again X'D

LMFAO Mark going on a SPREE inside Ralph Lauren without telling them he was an ambassador for them

More outdoor photoshoots with Nahyuck

Jenle waterside photoshoot lel

LOL Squid ink + corndog

Jeno: Why are you trying so hard

To be honest have Nahyuck ever done anything together alone?

Lol they had their customer service smiles on when the server was talking to them

Jaemin angry that Haechan went ahead and drank without making a toast first

Sweet boy wants sweets

More photography. Photographer Jaemin in action is really fun to watch :3

Chenle falling in love with the doggo

LOL Haechan's vivid deja vu about Nahyuck video content

Haechan is an extrovert who gets along better with introverts :3

I think Dream's English is probably pretty good. They are good at listening but I think they understand social cues well too.

More MBTI science from Nahyuck

Jeno caught a wild Jaemin and got him to take his photo

Lol multiple models crying today (Haechan and Chenle). A combination of opening eyes for too long and the sunlight I guess?

Both Chenle and Jeno getting their pants wet from the grass ^^;;

Bother bother

Jeno is right, that water path is perfect for bike rides

The way Jaemin does that photographer thing of praising his models

Losers XD

I wonder where Haechan went off to since he abandoned Jaemin lol

And now Jeno's abandoned Jaemle

So Jaemin is saying about 5% of photos are good enough for exhibiting. Meanwhile, I just screenshot everything.

Jaemin and Chenle bumped into Mark, Renjun, and Jisung. It's time to get their photos taken >3

Jaemin and Haechan's were worried that the people who didn't know them would not pay attention to them during their performance and just occasionally look up from their phones lol

Original lineup was Broken Melodies, Hot Sauce, ISTJ, and Hello Future, but Renjun suggested Trigger the Fever over Hello Future, and Beatbox was added

Jaemin and Haechan have been saying they are similar other than the extroversion/introversion difference

Photographer Na always on the clock

Jaemin is crying too? Is the weather really that harsh?

When you become a photographer, you have to become a stylist too it seems lol. Mark needed to fix his hair.

Awwww Jisung told Chenle to do a kitty smile

Ah yes, I remember Chenji's trip to Busan where Jisung was photographer

LMAO Jisung is so dramatic

Markmin in the background doing their photoshoot

Chenle IS being very obedient X3 Somehow he's not like this when others take his photos, but also Jisung is the only one who has so many directions.

Jisung is soooo proud haha

Meanwhile Chenle's like "...boring photos are ok"

Mark letting out the wildest scream while climbing onto the rail, he was so 大驚小怪

Lol vibes too cute X3

WAIT T_T Why is he getting so deep

So he was saying that on instinct, he thinks about what he and the other person can gain from each other. I wonder if there's anything lost in translation. Like is this only to do with physical things, or intangible things as well?

Ohhh I wonder if this is like, a habit gained from stardom at too young an age :S Like when you're a celebrity, you worry about what people want when they try to get close to you

Jaemin and Haechan agreeing that they're most comfortable with the members, and don't feel like they need anything from each other. That's good but wow what brought about that interlude ^^;;

Getting the shot

Mark: Should I jump? Jisung: Nooooo don't do it Chenle: You can do it!!! But don't do it Chenji literally the devil and angel on your shoulders

Chenle: You won't get hurt but you might die Honestly maybe that's the lesser of two evils

Jisung: Do you know why guys have shorter lifespans?

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

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Henry Hargreaves and What Daisy Valence Orders Backstage

As I researched various photographers and their subjects - average people, models, landscapes, natural phenomena, active moments in history - I felt as though none of them truly felt like anything that I’d be able to replicate. It all seemed like a mixed bag of potential failures. However, I eventually managed to find an approachable set of photos.

Henry Hargreaves, a New Zealand-born photographer, informally began his photography career when he was in high school at Christ’s College in Christchurch, New Zealand (yes, those are the real names). After moving to the United States, he began working as a bartender at Schiller’s in Lower East Manhattan, New York City, where he’d stay for three years. During his time as a model, he developed a more in-depth interest in photography, asking the photographers about how the different cameras, filters, and lighting would affect the photos taken; “I then brought a simple set up and began experimenting by myself.” (Astrum People, Henry Hargreaves: Creative Approach to Art). At the beginning, he’d photograph models, though his first paid job was in photographing still life photos which opened up his interest in products and set ups, as opposed to live models. Over the course of his career, he photographed for Ralph Lauren, New York Magazine, and National Geographic. Hargreaves has also consistently used food as a subject in his photos, as evidenced by his work on the Jack’s Wife Freda cookbook.

However, all of that was moved to the side for me when I saw his work with Vice. Though limited, I saw the three articles published eight, nine, and 10 years ago, respectively, and how they dealt with food as a medium for the human condition. The most recent article, “Photos of Meals Preppers Plan to Eat at The End of the World”, discusses his time photographing the surprisingly reasonable meals preppers had planned, from chicken for the insulin-critical, MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) for the First Responder Veterans, and even protein-rich bugs for the veteran preppers. In the article before, “Henry Hargreaves Photographs Death Row’s Final Meals” (which he states is a statement piece against the American Death Penalty), he discusses how most foods he captured were fried comfort foods, and how certain individuals made a lasting impression with their orders - like the person who asked to watch the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, or the other who ordered a single olive - or with their words, such as the inmate who didn’t eat his pecan pie as he was “saving it for later”.

Overall, I felt that the one that rang out to me was his first article with Vice titled “Henry Hargreaves's Photos of What Famous Musicians Eat Backstage”. There, he explains and demonstrates the ridiculous riders - clause in their contracts as performers - that the celebrities have asked for, such as Al Green and his 24 long-stem (dethorned) roses, or Van Halen’s herring in sour cream accompanied by a large tube of KY Jelly and M&M’s with the brown ones removed.

The one that called out to me, however, was Axl Rose’s rider, which was a pack of fresh white Wonder bread and a bottle of Dom Perignon. The classiness of the champagne mixed with the classic staple of Americana created an image of remembering your roots and reveling in the world you now find yourself in, which is definitely the case for the rocker. Due to his complex childhood, he soon found solace in music, which led to him engrossing himself with his band Axl and donning his now legal name, W. Axl Rose.

Now, given that I am not an avid drinker, nor do I have an incredible cash flow or transportation access at the moment, my options for both a bottle of alcohol or white bread were scarce. However, I remembered I had a bottle of Blue VIn Riesling, a wine whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to the previously mentioned champagne, and that my mother was gifted an overstock of white bread from the Bridgeville Library. I set up the image and matched the lighting as best as I could, and though I admit it is not an exact recreation, I’d say it’s fairly close.

As for the title of this statement, I’d thought since I was essentially parodying the original by using similar - but not identical - subjects for the composition, I decided to create a similar - but not identical - rocker who would partake in the knock-off.

Daisy Valence, named after her mother, Daisy Chamberlain, was the love child of a complex relationship. Her father, Gordon Thompson, was a man 20 years her mother’s senior, and had begun shortly after Ms. Chamberlain’s graduation. However, it was short-lived, as she became pregnant, and Thompson wanted nothing to do with her. As a single mother, she’d leave her daughter in the care of her local church’s daycare, where she gained a passion for gospel music. This led her to become a powerhouse neo-funk/groove singer of the modern day. Her choice of Cha-Ching enriched white bread and Blue Vin Riesling as riders come from what she remembers were her mother’s go-to after a long day of working at the auto repair shop as a receptionist. As for her stage name, the last name “Valence” comes from when Daisy visited her mother’s job and saw the word in a write-up for a job her mother’s coworker had done.

#photography #henry hargreaves #performer riders #recreation

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