f e a t h e r s

by Raf Simons

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ALEXIS MABILLE \ HC FW 13 PFW

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Elie Saab Couture Spring 2013 ~ details

Zuhair Murad Spring/Summer 2012 Couture

(Abed Mahfouz Haute Couture, Fall/Winter 2013/2014)

Georges Hobeika haute couture fall/winter 2013-14 :)

   Ah, was that a good reason to hate the rain? “It is just water, is that so bad?" She didn’t see how. Water was good, it gave life, it cooled the body and at times, put out fires, it even hydrated the body. How could he dislike something such as that. Well, the only water she didn’t like was one such as pools and the ocean. Rain was acceptable, it fell from the sky and didn’t threaten her life.

————-✂———— Wow. How annoying could one person be? It wasn't bad to dislike the rain--it wasn't as if he wished it never came. With the roll of his eyes, he rubbed his neck before allowing it to crack. "The fuck is going on in that head of yours, lady?" he asked, only sparring her a slight glance as he took another drag of the cancer stick.  Goodie-goodies who were far too sweet never ceased to irritate him. 

In an attempt to save the conversation from inevitable doom she turned the question back onto him, hoping that he might prove to be as chatty as she was quiet. "What dragged you out into the rain?"

His eyes drifted to the onyx watch on his wrist to notice that it would only be a short amount of time until the bus arrived, unless something happened. Hopefully, they would both be riding in close seats and able to continue this conversation. He was determined to get it to be more easy going and light, rather than awkward and silted. 

           Matthew should have learned by now that the world will not allow him to do normal things. Such as, kicking a can that was on the almost empty sidewalk. Apparently, there was much more force than intended and the can went sailing towards another person, effectively hitting them. Crying out, Matthew made his way over to the unfortunate person, raising his hands, hovering over the other. “I’m so sorry!" 

————-✂———— After the initial surprise, the amateur designer let out a roaring laugh. People still kicked around cans? Who didn't recycle their cans, now-a-days anyways? His hand waved dismissively as a grin remained stretched upon his face. "No problem, man. I'm fine. It was just a can." Looking a bit more, he somehow faintly recognized the fellow. Rubbing his neck, he asked, "Do I know you?"

                            “I want McDonalds. Double cheese burgers and chicken mcnuggiesets and maybe mcflurry too" Nikolai used shota glare. Nope no one should be able to resist this. 

————-✂———— Sure, why not? The guy was hungry himself. He'd run it off later, when he got home. Even if he didn't, it wouldn't hurt him too much. "Sure. Only if you model for me." Of course, there had to be some more benefit than deliciously disgusting food. "How do you feel about cross dressing? I have some gorgeous dresses that would be lovely on your petit frame."

~兵士 ~ — ; Well isn’t he just a ray of sunshine. "I don’t even know what Sour is, but I’m going to guess it’s that attitude of your’s." It wasn’t often she’d reply in a sarcastic remark towards people she didn’t even know, but right now, it felt like a moment needed. “What is this place?" How the hell did I even get here?

————-✂———— Wow. Talk about out of place. He held in his rude chuckle and leaned against the cool, marble wall of the establishment. If she didn't know what it was, she obviously didn't belong in such a place. It was then that his laughter bubbled out and thickened the air with his cranky mood. "A place where there is nothing you can afford. I suggest you skidaddle."