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bebemoon · 2 years
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audrey marnay and shalom harlow @ alexander mcqueen rtw spring 1999 .
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devdas5z · 3 months
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Audrey
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flats-fan · 4 months
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montyburns56 · 1 year
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Audrey Hepburn
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gregorycddie · 1 month
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you know what, i never understood all the jokes on conan about conan being ugly, like ????????? i get self-deprecating humor is a thing but for it to be such a long-standing joke and for all the audience and guests to go along w it like it's evident???..................... justice must be restored
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justanotheruser · 1 year
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you dont have to but god id love to see you draw more of my aus especially some sauntertune since id love to see you draw saunter audrey :)
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Avsjwjqoszholl late relpy but woman
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Who: Emily Alyn Lind as Audrey Hope What: Strathberry Midi Croc-Embossed Leather Tote - $775.00 Where: 2x04 “One Flew Over The Cuck’s Nest"
Worn with: Gucci blazer
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Audrey Hepburn in a leather shop in Rome in the 1950s
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thecoiiective · 9 months
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updating my theme. need a tag dump.
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seamsterslocal · 11 months
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pictures showing a closeup on the 1963 pattern cover and the pieces of my mockup (this ones just a mockup, i'm not taking the time to finish it) laid out under the white paper pattern i cut with the original tissue paper pattern on top so you can see the differences in size and shape between the three (yes i did cut comedically even unhelpfully large seam allowances--it was on purpose, ive forgotten ease exists more times than i can count and this fabric is plentiful). plus bonus pattern weights!
the pieces are laid out from center back on the left to the cut-on-fold front piece on the right. changes i've made include:
getting rid of the dart in the front princess seam (between center front and side front) + flattening out the same
adding about 12" (30cm) into the ass
removing the seam allowance from the pattern (this is really important, this is the part i do first)
shortening the pattern overall by 3" and raising the start height of the kick pleats by a further 3" (original pattern included a 3" hem so i actually cut 1.5" from the higher pattern adjustment line and 4.5" from the lower one, but kept the full length of the pleat in the pattern, so adding back 3" that way. eventually the hem will be finished with a facing)
changing from a back zip to a side zip and adding a back cutout with button closure
at this point it's been mostly sewn together, seams pressed, and tried on. i need to take about 4" out of the waist, which i'm going to in the center back and side seams (the three seams that don't have pleats built into them) and i'm still playing around with folding/depths of the pleats themselves. my dress form really loses accuracy below the high hip which is a bummer. i also need to baste a zipper in place to check the fit more accurately, and sew the pocket in.
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forcedfemme-me · 8 months
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Audrey Favardin
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devdas5z · 11 months
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Audrey Pt 6
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beansprean · 7 months
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MORE ATLANTIS AU...
ty to @gerandor for the persian translations <3
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Full body of Guillermo, dressed like Milo Thatch from Atlantis in jodhpurs and a tank top, sitting up against a mossy rock. The crucifix around his neck is tucked to one side under his shirt, and the strap on the opposite side is shrugged off his shoulder to reveal a small cut under his collarbone. Nandor, dressed in an Atlantic version of his usual outfit in purples and blues, leans in over him, one hand braced on Guillermo's knee, to lick the wound. Guillermo is startled at this, turning bright red.
2a. Full body of human Nadja dressed like Audrey in overalls, boots, and a flat cap. She is lounging on the ground, one elbow braced on her knee to lean her knuckles on her cheek. A voice offscreen asks, "What happened to your sister?" Nadja replies casually, "She's 24 and 0 with a shot at the title next month. In a separate bubble is a smal drawing of Dolly with her hair in twin buns, wearing a sports bra and boxing gloves. 2b. Waist up of human Laszlo dressed as Sweet, in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. Guillermo, the side of his face visible in the foreground, nervously asks, "...Where did you get your medical license again?" Laszlo looks at him with a confused grin, holding up a shiny metal saw in his hand, and responds, "My what?" 2c. Bust of Colin Robinson, dressed as a mixture of Mole and Vinny in a gray turtleneck, brown fingerless gloves, and leather bomber hat with goggles and a lit flex light, on a striated brown background. He is holding up one finger and explaining, "It's arkose! Appears to be made from mainly quartz and feldspar, so one can presume there was volcanic activity nearby in the last few thousand years that formed it. If the caldera is still present, it's almost certainly dormant based on the strata patterns. In looking at the thickness and statistically likely set of materials we can't currently see, this gorgeous wall of rock has to be at least a 7 on the Mohs hardness scale. Which was introduced in 1812 and is therefore consistent with our 1914 setting." 2d. Repeat. Colin grins, eyes going large and excited as he holds up a lit stick of dynamite and declares, "All this to say, we could dig it, and I would love how time-consuming and tedious it would be, but we're probably better off blowing it up."
3a. Waist up of Guillermo on a foresty background of hanging lichen and persian silk, a satchel slung across his shoulders and an old book titled 'vampyr' clutched to his chest. He has one finger held up in his free hand, looking upwards in concentration as he attempts to speak in persian. He says ما قصد جنگ نداریم, meaning "we don't intend to fight," but mispronounces قصد (ghasd) as کصد (kasd). Nandor, standing in front of him and fiddling his fingers together, grimaces at this and says "Ehhhmm... Perhaps you can just speak in English?" 3b. Full body from behind as they walk away together, Nandor with his hands held loosely behind his back and Guillermo stuffing his book back into his bag. He asks, "Was it that bad?" Nandor replies, "Eeh, I have heard worse. But you speak it through your nose." He then repeats (ghasd) with proper pronunciation, which Guillermo attempts to emulate but pronounces even more incorrectly as گصد (gas).
4a. Waist up of Guillermo on a misty background, soaking wet with his tank top clinging to him and his crucifix shining around his neck. Two shadowy figures at each shoulder are holding his arms behind his back. Guillermo struggles against them and shouts angrily, "This was all for a stupid hat??" 4b. Knees up of human Simon the Devious as Commander Rourke, dressed in a green tank top tucked into khakis. He is holding up the witch's skin hat reverently in both hands and turns his face toward Guillermo with an unhinged grin, eyes wide and fully out of touch with reality. He replies, "Did I plan, fund, and retain international clearance for a long term undersea expedition to lands unknown for the sole purpose of regaining access to Laszlo's personal effects that I might take back what is rightfully mine - this witch's clit of a hat? Yes. Yes, I did." Behind him, Laszlo and Nadja stand in shocked anger and resigned irritation, respectively. /end ID
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"When I was eleven or twelve years old, I used to shop in the boy's department at Bloomingdale's, just as the other prepubescent private school girls did. That was where you could purchase polo shirts, Shetland sweaters, and all the other socially acceptable androgynous clothing for our age group and gender. They fit and suited me just fine, but what would have suited me even better was nothing other than an actual suit: the three piece variety mad of thin-wale, beige corduroy with brown simulated leather buttons.
I knew exactly where they hung in the boys' department, and I paid them a visit each time I was in the vicinity. It's funny, but though I can't remember at the time ever seeing a girl or woman in one of these suits, that did not hinder my imagination of what that would look like. Neither did the shortage of real life models ever lead to any questions about why exactly there was one. Somehow I had simply gotten it into my head that such a sight would be wonderful. And, though once again I felt no need to ponder precisely how I knew this, clearly, the most appropriate person to wear such a suit would be me.
Picturing myself in the suit, I was suddenly a lot taller and older and stunningly sophisticated,. The suit seemed to have the almost magical power to make me strong, wise, just. The vision of myself naturally included physical as well as mental capabilities well beyond those of an eleven-or twelve-year-old, but who was I to disbelieve the suit's mystique?
I never tried one on. Although the desire to own one felt perfectly natural to me, it had been met with a mixture of mocking laughter and horror by my mother. Something about her response definitely said, "No." and, "Tell no one." So the suits, like forbidden fruit, remained there untouched by me for years, moved at times from one corner of the department to another, but always just out of reach of my young body's many secret yearnings.
Roughly fourteen years later, as I was walking in the rain, I suddenly realized I was butch. Everything made sense. My butchness came as much more of a surprise to me than my lesbianism, which, despite some years of procrastination on my part as to actually adopting it as a daily lifestyle, I always knew and comfortably accepted.
The way I ever so swaggered and stomped my clunky boots when I walked, and felt sort of proud of it, now made sense. The way I firmly held the umbrella over the woman I love and protected her from the rain as I guided her down the Brooklyn street took on new clarity. The freedom and invincibleness I feel after a close haircut I better understood. The pleasure and vanity I indulge in when I stretch my muscles to lift something that looks heavier than I can manage all at once held new meaning. The childlike glee I feel every time I discover something needing to be fixed in the house and the puffed=up self-importance that fills me each time I fix it had new significance for me. Even my tremendous need for control could now be explained. And my assertive overtures of passion in the dark where I gently bur firmly demand submission most of all seemed to fit.
I gripped the handle of the umbrella tighter and walked along with, I'm sure, the stupidest grin on my face, flashing the woman I love periodic glances of affection as she continued to talk happily, oblivious to the volcano that had just erupted beside her. There, in the rain, as a flood of feelings and enlightenment washed my insides, I had one final glimmer of insight. I at last understood that without ever actually buying the three-piece suit made of thin-wale, beige corduroy, with the brown, simulated leather buttons, I had been wearing one all along."
-"Sweet Suit Suite" Audrey Grifel, The Persistent Desire, (Edited by Joan Nestle (1992)
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c-rose2081 · 13 days
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Pretty in Pink (swapped AU)
Auds is still a princess, even if she doesn’t really know that about herself yet. Therefore I have to draw her in pastels, cause I can. Generally I think her AK palette is WAY less saturated than Audrey is in canon. A visual representation of how difficult it is for her to heal from the Isle of the Lost.
I imagine it takes a lot of coaxing from her friends to get her out of the leather capelet and into something more comfortable. Jane and Lonnie definitely have to put in the work to get her hair out of her eyes. But isn’t she a cutie? I love her.
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