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5. GUCCI.
ă â ă   â  THE VERY FIRST DESIGNER  piece i ever owned was a pair of gucci shoes - i remember iâd been wantinâ âem for forever, so at the time i saved up for a  MONTH  after workinâ shitloads of overtime for  BOTH  my jobs to buy âem. anâ they were worth every penny, to be honest - no regrets about it. to this day, i love gucciâs style ⊠it seems very - comfortable, for a designer brand? donât get me wrong, their pieces are beautiful, but theyâre real practical anâ fit pretty much any occasion - casual or formal or whatever, if you accessorize âem accordinâly. itâs a distinct style but it leaves room for your own personal touches, as good fashion should. gucci does that to an extent thatâs really unique anâ iâm really such a fan.  â
4. TOM FORD.
        â  i have a range of styles, i think - i mean, i consider myself to be both entirely masculine anâ entirely feminine, thereâs no real  BOUNDARY  there for me - i exemplify both to its fullest degree. anâ  THATâS exactly what tom ford does with their pieces - his collection is my go-to for when i want to show the fuck out, like look as sharp as a fuckinâ knife anâ  untouchably expensive. everythinâ they make is just so classy, so POLISHED  lookinâ, to the point where you just fuckinâ KNOW  when someoneâs wearinâ tom ford; when they look like they could cut through your goddamn bones. anâ if you donât know, you sure ainât surprised when they tell you. if iâm runninâ a meetinâ? i bet you iâm wearinâ somethinâ tom ford. â
3. YVES SAINT LAURENT.
        â  ysl is fuckinâ iconic. in every way. if you donât think of them when you think of haute couture, dare i say you mustâa bumped your head. another real classy brand, just anythinâ of theirs is so distinguished anâ distinctive that, again, you just know when someoneâs wearinâ it. anâ they get your attention because thereâs no way saint laurent can look bad - but what puts it  JUST above tom ford, for me, is the artistic quality. âspecially on the runway, itâs like a wearable canvas. you can see anâ feel the inspiration when you wear it - hell, wearinâ it alone is inspirinâ enough. but no matter how they incorporate an artistic vibe into their design, it always looks elegant as fuck.  â
2. LOUIS VUITTON.
         â  lv has somethinâ for every part of my personality. literally, iâm not just sayinâ that âcause they were the second high-end brand to give me a chance when i was cominâ up; though that  DOES make them real special to me. everythinâ from their runway looks, their street looks - itâs a rare occurrence for me to see somethinâ of theirs anâ not recognize somethinâ real artistic or beautiful about it. whether they follow the trends or theyâre makinâ âem, louis vuitton can make absâlutely  ANYTHINâ look like they did it first. itâs such a clean-cut style, but it has this edginess to it that really speaks to me personally - itâs a house thatâs not afraid to step outside of whatâs goinâ on around them anâ really make a statement. iâm honoured to work when them, really i am. i literally used tâ tell my crew that iâm pretty sure everyone in heaven is wearinâ louis vuitton anâ listeninâ to 808s anâ heartbreak.  â
1. CHANEL.
         â  I KNOW, you saw this cominâ, right? first off, lemme just verify my bias here - first house to hire me anâ give me endorsements, first house to support my own personal designs - my daughter is  LITERALLY named after them. you get the point, right? honestly, chanel anâ lv are like my parents; they  RAISED me. if it werenât for them, i wouldnât be shit - they turned me onto so many opportunities anâ while i made a way for myself anâ iâm proud of that, i have to pay credit where itâs due. but all that shit aside, letâs look at the actual brand itself. a simple, almost minimalist aesthetic with an edge that says a bitchâs throat was cut in the process of this design.  THAT, to me, is most definitive of my own personal style ⊠if that can even  REALLY be defined by words. everythinâ chanel puts out is so fuckinâ beautiful  ( especially my stuff - fuck, no, iâm kiddinâ. maybe.  ) they  DEFINE haute couture, they made that shit. it may look like they put shit out without even tryinâ but, all their designers anâ overseers work so hard to make every lilâ detail perfect; not a damn thread outta place. trust me, i have inside experience - the epitome of owninâ somethinâ is when you can make that shit look easy when itâs really an art form, really somethinâ you take your time with, no matter how  NATURALLY it comes tâyou.  â
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     Night-time cafe-bar, before opening; the atmosphere is comfortably sultry with the dim yellow toned lights and the scents of sweet beverages of all kinds fill the nose. Long and almost dainty fingers flaccidly stream acroos strings of his beloved guitar, and as feeble as mentioned, the notes are somewhat sporadic in the briefest of moments. Nausea -- it has taken over him and he hadnât eaten all morning, in fact, ever since the night before. They are jamming, simply that however even the plainest and easiest of actions are heaved with the sense of queasiness that bothers enough to onslaught his body on the inside. Prone to malady and frail by nature it is no wonder (not to himself, at least) that air that was coalesced with various emissions from various people who have camre across the venue caused him such a atrocious sensation. Temperated in his demeanor as what ever he has ate in the last twenty four hours was reaching his throat in a disgusting turmoil. Heâs the regular (amateur)  performer to come to stage every Wednesday night (gratitude filled for once that his parents know way too many people that the owner of the venue loved him ever since he was an infant) and risking the side job that brought some enough money to make ends meet by vomiting on stage is not a chance he agrees to take.  â Thank you. â  An hour remains to the opening and he already feels himself sweating excessively with those sensations -- his slightly quivering hand (not for the fulsomeness but for the frigidness he always feels) then shambles her affable gesture and he takes a hold of the pill ... painkiller? It does not matter, he will take about anything that moment if only it could aid the better feeling to approach quicker than he needs it to. For a brief second a thought crosses his mind -- donât mix drugs with alcohol -- his face is frank and via the expressions his sentiments are easily indicated. Soon, his momentary concern fades as for when the glass sheâs kindly brought with her reaches his lips, his not-so-sharp sense of smell discerns that the liquid is water, and well, he does not drink alcohol about ... ever; no reason for impertinent nuisance.  â This is not stage fright, I promise. â  So he pleads with his mind for her to pity him with the look that is in her eyes, or so he believes it isnât... nonetheless, the boy holds high expectations for himself to overcome the anxiousness which he fails to distinguish, hoping she will not jump to inferences regarding his general conduct and judge him. Â
Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he scratches Minji between her ears, nodding in agreement. âItâs quiet,â he adds to her statement. âMakes you wonder whatâs going to happen soon, right? The calm before the storm.â
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âȘ  * ⥠;   ⫠ â give me five minutes..  â  thatâs no answer the jinkyungâs question, true, but juhee is way too focused on what she is doing to give some of that attention of hers to her friend, as well. quite a shame that multi-tasking isnât an option for the student. slender fingers maneuver the bouquet of white roses with such caution, as if scared of any sort of possible damage that can be done. â  youâll see, youâll see. â  and the response comes much, much later than it was supposed to, the several moments of silence eventually coming to an end. â this is going to be yours, princess.  â  a hint of pure playfulness laces with the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, dark orbs fixating her friendâs visage for a couple of moments before getting herself back to âwork. after getting rid of what isnât needed and remaining with the rosesâ flowers themselves, juhee takes a hold on one of the tiny brushes before dipping its tip into the red paint. four of the flowers end up with their petals contoured by the said paint, highlighting the outline as much as possible and so, after way too much time sheâs made her friend to wait, the student attaches the said roses to this so called hand-made crown-------  and voila  !!  the personalized rose crown is finally done. â  you mentioned this event that youâre attending.. and i thought that maybe youâd like something like this. just wait until the roses dry completely. the rest is all done.  and before you ask more about this.. when i saw you the other day, i got this image stuck in my head------  of you wearing one of these and i had to try it. sorry.. â Â
Haesol pulled his leg closer to his chest as he looked over at her. âYou think a full nude would be too much..?â Glancing back down to his phone, scrolling through his camera roll. âWhat if it were just my ass?â