Jen Humphrey

"Blair said, Anne Boleyn ruled with her heart, and lost her head. I married myself. Screw love. I'm my own country." x Fashion Designer x Returned From London x Artist x Former Model x All Grown Up x AU x 21 +

- Oliver Marks Oh how I miss our days in our London bubble.

— Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life. (Bill Cunningham) Enjoy this sneak peek of my fashion week designs!

— Fashion Winter 2021 Sneak Peek *Sovereign Designs*

I know I usually only do one or two of these things a week, but I felt like it was time to come on here, and tell you guys a brief story. It's a little habit of mine. Story telling. See, there was this Queen one time who thought she held the keys to her kingdom securely. They shouted everything she did from the rooftops of the Upper East Side. With Blood as Blue as the ice in her veins, she ruled with an iron fist. A general over those in her life. At this Queen's side was a dangerous man. Unstable. Vain. Together, the two of them made sure no one could endanger their rule. Long live the queen. But one day the Queen and King exiled a young girl, who had temporarily dethroned the Queen. They thought this would crush her spirit... They set fire to the foundation of her kingdom. Rumors burned through the streets like the dresses from her humble beginnings. This burned Queen entered exile gracefully, and didn't go with diminished hopes and dreams. Oh no. Instead, her dreams were given new life. She'd had a taste of the throne and wanted it back. Desire was the new flame burning inside of her, but not for some man. See the last queen had taught her one lesson, and that was about a Queen from long ago who ruled with her heart. Poor woman lost her head. So she set forth with a new goal. She'd be the Queen without a King at her side. She'd rebuild her foundations and overthrow the narcissistic Queen again. This would require a delicate design. That's what would get her heart. Not some man or some empire that cared nothing for her, but her art, and when she took over? It would leave the whole Queendom wanting more. The old Queen went on a journey finding the best ways to rebuild until one day she received the invitation back to Manhattan. A way to show all of her hard work, and to announce her return. Little did she know, the current Queen had not been expecting to see her old enemy back in town. Hell was raised, and the alarms sounded. The general pulled out all the stops, and the Queen barked her threats to her people. Even stooping as low as to steal a dress design? The shame. But much to her disappointment, the returning Queen was unshaken by these tactics. She knew the ways of the old Queen almost as good as her own. This only infuriated her more. What would the Queen do? Would she pull the Returning Queen in and try to keep her enemy close like she had in the past? Or when she fell to her in view of her adoring public, would she wage a war the likes of which New York hadn't seen in years. Who'd win this time? Would there be a new exile? It's just a bedtime story. Relax, don't get your scarves in a bunch. But it has one important message. You need to design the future you want and desire it enough to go after it. Design and Desire. That's the real secret to becoming a queen. I'd know, I was one once. xoxo Little J~

Since coming back to New York I've been hit with a myriad of emotions. Part of me longs for the streets of London, my old mentor's consistent company. New York is lonely, cold... The chill of Blair Waldorf has carried through the years. I thought coming back to my old home would be refreshing. That showing them all I no longer held to their standards or bullshit rules. Pardon my language. I try to keep it professional here. Chuck and Blair are a singular unit, which was to be expected. This however just meant the two of them could double up on the reminder that I'm supposed to be exiled. However, the rivalry between myself and Blair was now a part of my job. I've raised Sovereign Designs from the ground up. It is MY baby. Blair being vicious is just proof of her insecurity. Waldorf Designs is shaking in my wake, and they should. I may just be a Humphrey, but I am a damn excellent designer, and I wouldn't sit here in my loft apartment staring at the skyline if I wasn't confident in that. Also, did you know Blair used to sing her hand bag to sleep when she'd get drunk? Oops. Guess it's out there now. Does that make me the new Gossip Girl? xoxo Little J ~

— Fashion should always be a statement.