A Sugar Baby’s Guide to a Luxury Wardrobe and Brands
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Disclaimer: This is my own opinion, and you are free to disagree! I am not being sponsored or gifted items by any of these brands (I wish!). I am simply just trying to share some of my style tips based off of my own wardrobe :) xo
Will continue to update as I think of more things! This was just off the top of my head. Feel free to send in suggestions, if I use it I will give you credit when I edit the post! Questions also welcome.
Although I am relatively new to the sugar bowl, dressing stylishly and well is something I have done all of my life. I hope my advice can help others! A top, big fish SD is going to dress well, and he’s going to want his SB to do the same. You must exude confidence and style for him to want to pursue you.
If you are a sugar baby looking to build an ultimate, timeless luxury wardrobe look no further - check out my guide below!
Basics: T-shirts & Tank Tops - ATM (wonderfully flattering, especially for bigger busts), T by Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, James Perse Jeans - rag&bone/JEAN, J Brand, Citizens of Humanity, 7 for all Mankind, J Brand, Current/Elliott, AG Adriano Goldschmidt. Yes I love my denim :) Anything with a blatant logo on it like True Religion is a NONO. Shirts - Equipment Sweatpants - I used to absolutely detest sweatpants but after seeing photos of Rihanna and Gigi rock them, I’m kind of into it. Have my eye on a pair from Fenty X Puma now!
Lingerie: Agent Provocateur (DUH) has the most sexy pieces, they make you feel wonderful about yourself, however I would only wear their stuff to show off for my man. Their bras, corsets, bustiers etc. don’t give much support so if you’re just wearing them trying to run errands your boob may pop out of its cup lol! Very annoying to constantly keep having to tuck it back in under your shirt.
I have quite a large bust, so I shop at Journelle, Stella McCartney, Elle Macpherson, Nancymeyer.com and Chantelle because a lot of other nice brands don’t make my size as much (32DD/E) - these are for sexier but still functional pieces.
Calvin Klein and Victoria’s Secret for the most functional underwear. Hanky Panky has great one size fits most thongs, and Commando for underwear for a tight dress or something that gives NO VPL (visible panty lines!)
Shoes: Sneakers (for fashion, not the gym) - Golden Goose, Common Projects Sneakers (for the gym) - Nike Gianvito Rossi - The new Manolo in my opinion. Not as overdone and not flashy like Louboutins. Wonderfully classic. Something I’d wear to a dream job interview or meeting a boyfriend’s parents. Louboutins - even though they’re a bit trashy now I still love the sex appeal of a red bottom.. who can resist? Rochas does beautifully embellished flats that you can wear with a cocktail dress if you aren’t feeling heels! K. Jacques for flat sandals. Made in St. Tropez but they sell it on Shopbop etc. Chanel and Lanvin for ballet flats Love Stuart Weitzman’s highland and lowland boots, even though it seems like everyone and their mother owns a pair. They’re just so flattering and I love that they have them in so many neutral colors. I like Saint Laurent’s basic flat Chelsea ankle boots. Go with everything in the fall.
Dresses: Dolce & Gabbana - I LOVE Dolce & Gabbana!! As I said I am quite curvy, and their dresses are absolutely made for my body type. Cushnie et Ochs - Also sexy AF Giambattista Valli - When you want to look like an elegant, high fashion flower child Saint Laurent - SO expensive, more for the extremely thin Kate Moss types, but I just like to look anyways :) Less expensive but still great: Zimmermann (love Aussie clothing brands), Wheels&Dollbaby, Nicholas, L’Agent, Reformation, For Love & Lemons, Maje
Sweaters: Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Brunello Cucinelli J Crew, Joie, Vince and Everlane (cheaper)
Coats/Jackets: Maxmara for the elegant, most classic pieces EDIT 10/9/2016: Maxmara carries very well-cut and stylishly professional coats. Think Olivia Pope-esque. This is also where Kim K got her iconic camel wrap coat and yes, they still carry it. I have one! AllSaints for a great rocker chic leather biker jacket - try a mens one to increase the cool factor Rick Owens - Also great for leather jackets, but more elegant and definitely more expensive Chanel: Their tweed jackets and coats are ultimate and so timeless- wear one with a simple white t shirt, jeans and booties to achieve that Parisian je ne sais quoi. Yves Salomon does a great fur coat, EDIT 10/9/2016: that isn’t AS expensive as other top fur designers… think $5000-$10,000 which is still mega expensive but still far cheaper than J Mendel whose furs can fetch up to 60k (or even more)! and the quality is still great. I used to get Elizabeth and James furs for like a $1000 but tbh they looked cheap. I think if you can’t afford good fur, it’s best to spend on other areas, because cheap fur just makes you look, well, cheap!
Bags: Chanel. Duh. Never used to like Gucci but their new horsebit Dionysus bags (in plain suede without the Gucci logo) are to die for Valentino Rockstud (a little bit passé but I still like mine) Mansur Gavriel for something timeless and not too flashy Saint Laurent for a tote bag. If you’re young, in my opinion this is a much better alternative than an Hermes Birkin or Kelly. I think for a young girl to be carrying a Birkin is a little bit… much. Although if you have found an SD who will buy you a Birkin then I say the more power to you, you’re clearly doing much better than me and feel free to ignore my advice - if fact can I have your advice?? lol
EDIT OCT. 9, 2016:
Where do I shop? Great question - so. many. places.
Online (just google the names, I’m too lazy to hyperlink haha. Maybe another day):
Net-a-porter: love, and they do same-day courier delivery in NYC, London and Hong Kong Moda Operandi: swoon-worthy site. You can pre-order next season’s clothes custom made for you straight off the runway, and they show up at your door just in time for the season! You put a 50% deposit down when you place the order at first, and pay the rest a few months later when the clothing piece is completed. I trick myself into believing that it’s budgeting, lol. Farfetch Shopbop Revolve Clothing TheRealReal (You can get some GREAT designer pre-owned and vintage on the cheap here, AND sell your old designer stuff you don’t want anymore! Note they only accept from a preselected list of designers, check that your item’s brand is on the list before sending anything in to sell) Vestiaire Collective (same as theRealReal) Forward by Elyse Walker SSENSE TheOutNet (Net-a-porter’s sale site. I’ve found some fantastic deals here. But be sure to check everyday because they definitely sell out fast) Barneys, Saks, Selfridges, Bergdorfs etc. - I know these are department stores, but their websites are surprisingly well-maintained and carry a really good stock of stuff from top designers.
Forget everything you’ve ever learned about the tale of how the propane bombs were planted at Columbine High. We all know how slick and cool REB and VoDkA came across in the famous scene of Zero Hour. They strolled into the Commons with fierce purpose shrouded in their uber school shooter dark aesthetic: black trench coats, combat boots and shades carrying their
pièce de résistance bombs in their “bags of terrorism” (yes, they referred to them as that). Casually kneeling down and setting their instruments of terror with ease right in front of their peers.
But in reality?
Well, reality paints a very different picture demonstrating how banal the entire thing looked. Amazingly ordinary and casual..yet as we’ll later learn, they almost look a little too slow pokey considering their very tight schedule.
I lightened these images up and sharpened them as well.
‘Eric’ approaching the column from the left wobbling a bit with his orange gym bag held in his right hand
A wild ‘Dylan’ lopes forth approaching the column from the left carrying his navy blue gym bag in his left hand
Here be some ordinary looking dudes hauling their heavy but lethal gym bags near the columns in the cafeteria. ‘Eric’s’ small frame is struggling a slight bit barely managing to prevent the bag from coming into contact with objects or people walking by. The two are having no trouble being themselves, looking effortlessly awkward yet casual af while ironically implementing something deadly..
Of course, we didn’t really expect that level of dramatic professionalism from Eric and Dylan now did we? Nah.. Not really.
This is going to be long. so read on under the cut. :)
Last time I checked, the purpose of gym was to expose students to activities they won’t experience outside of class and to get the blood pumping every other school day. Last time I checked, this is not an academic course and we do not take notes. This is not a health lecture with quizzes and tests and flashcards, nor is it supposed to be one. I would love to be able to get 60 minutes of physical activity a day. I’d love to. Physical activity is a wonderful thing. It promotes good self-esteem, improves overall wellbeing, helps sleep cycles be consistent, and is beneficial in countless other ways. I’d love to have time to do that, but my schoolwork is demanding. It’s so contradictory, actually, because my teachers who are perfectly well-meaning and who genuinely want to foster growth in my peers are forced to accept standards that they can’t live up to. Last time I checked our academics, they’re unbalanced due to standardization; now you want to infuse them into GYM? Not only that, but they are forced to adopt new curriculums. That means more coursework and more homework and therefore less time for us students to pursue our personal interests. Are personal interests not what fuel innovation and curiosity and lifelong pursuits? It is nearly, with few exceptions, impossible for students to reach such a goal unless they call themselves athletes. I know it’s impossible for me. So you know what I’d say to the 75% whom you claim are unhealthy? The best advice I’d give to someone who is trying to reach a routine of 60 minutes of exercise per day is to start taking factor eight classes, forgetting about AP credits, and become mediocre students. Because we’re all the same anyways, right? Is that not what the Common Core is all about?
The essay my friend Natalie wrote on her gym pretest
As a bookworm, how do you think libraries and museums would function in solarpunk society?
I was just imagining the other day a library as the core of a community. In this case, it would be a much broader functioning space than just a traditional book library, but the idea is the same: resources are managed so that they can be effectively used by the collective of an entire community.
Features would include makerspaces, common rooms, public gyms, a library of things, computer labs, media centers, and, of course, books. It’d be, as much as possible, 24/7, and would probably also be a good place to have a hostel for visitors from out of town.
Museums are a more complicated idea, because they often rely on things that are fundamentally about scarcity, like old art. I have no thoughts that spring to mind, except tons of affection for museums in my personal experience, and a solid sense of queasiness about things like the British Museum’s centuries of theft and cultural destructiveness.
Something I wrote awhile ago based on a prompt I had where Peggy became Tony’s mother after a one night stand with Howard, but was raised as Howard and Maria’s son. Tony constantly brings Peggy up around the other Avengers, especially Steve, and Steve doesn’t take it well.
Part One. Unbeta’d
It wasn’t something Peggy regretted, but she regretted how it happened.
She regretted that her job wouldn’t let her be with her little boy the way a parent should be there for their child. She regretted the times that the boy was brought into–where having a child out of wedlock would most likely damage her position in the career she’d fought so hard for. She regretted that she took out her grief with sex and alcohol, instead of in a more positive fashion. She regretted that it was with Howard of all people, but it was just one of those nights, and there were very few things to do on one of those nights.
So they fell into bed together. Just once, only once, but once was enough.
And while she knew she could keep the baby, she knew it wasn’t right. With no husband and nowhere near the funds that Howard had, she knew the child wouldn’t grow up right, wouldn’t grow up properly.
And perhaps that was a mistake on her part–she knew Howard, knew him as one friend knew another friend, but how could she have known who the man was behind closed doors?
At least the boy had Jarvis. Thank God for Jarvis.
But, when she held her child in her arms for the first time, staring into his soft brown eyes, how could she have felt regret?
A/N: Here’s that Hamilsquad fic! I don’t think I need to tag any warnings for this, except maybe bullying? Let me know! (Requests are open; send me a prompt and I’ll see if I can write it!)
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
Alex rushed to pull on a nude binder and a black hoodie. Sure, it was springtime, but he didn’t feel comfortable wearing anything else. Besides, he could always just roll up his sleeves. He decided to grab a loose-fitting white t-shirt last minute, stumbling over his shoes as he rushed out of the house. He was only a freshman in high school and he was already pulling all nighters. Well, that’s what happens when you have a crappy Math teacher and you have to look up the material by yourself and practically teach yourself.
It was the dreaded gym day in health class. It was a common occurrence; they had gym days on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and occasionally on Fridays. But Alex didn’t like them still. He was thankful that the teacher let him change in the bathroom as opposed to the locker rooms, that way nobody had to know the truth behind him. It was halfway through first semester and nobody, except the teachers, knew that he was a transboy.
He jogged over to his group of friends upon entering the gym. At first, they asked him why he changed in the bathroom and not in the locker room like everybody else. “Body shy,” he had excused quickly, and they bought it. Though, John usually joked that he was probably ripped and didn’t want to show off. Hercules added that he had to “show off those abs sometime.” Alex just nervously laughed. Yeah, maybe after surgery if he could even afford it.
They lined up to play dodgeball, able to choose their own teams as long as the number was equal. Of course, the four friends were on one team while Jefferson, Burr, and Madison were on the other. Madison was usually always the first one out, not that he could do much anyway. He was supportive from the bench, warning Jefferson if the others were planning to gang up on him. It wasn’t against the rules, and the warning was nice so he could prepare himself.
Alex wasn’t as into dodgeball, or sports in general, as much as the others were. But he was good. He was small, so he could easily dodge attacks. He was also quick but unpredictable, able to surprise people. And he had great aim, always hitting someone in the shoulder, careful not to hit them in the face or stomach. At least it hurt the least, whilst some kids were getting hit in the chest and face. Blame John, who could get people out easily but had no sense of aim.
They were the only two people left on their team, facing Charles Lee and Jefferson on the other side. Good, it was even. Though, John was so caught up trying to get Lee out, and Alex was doing his best to deflect Jefferson. But when Alex least expected it, Jefferson tossed a ball at John. “John, look out!” But he didn’t warn him fast enough. John was hit in the shoulder by the red rubber ball, stumbling back from the sudden force. As he sulked to the bench, Alex caught a ball that Lee was throwing at him, right before it would have hit him square in the chest. Lee grumbled as he joined the rest of his team on the bench.
Jefferson laughed, “You’ve got some skills for a girly boy!”
Alex’s brow twitched. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Jefferson cupped his hands around his mouth. “I said that you’ve got some skills for a girly boy!”
Alex inhaled sharply, squeezing the ball in his hand. “Gee, Jefferson… Does your mouth also happen to be your anus? Because the only thing that comes out of it is crap.” His friends on the bench burst out laughing, and even Jefferson’s teammates chuckled.
Jefferson growled and tossed the ball he was holding. “Oh, shut up, girly boy!”
Alex easily deflected the ball with the one he was holding. “Would you stop calling me that?” he huffed, jumping out of the way of another ball.
“Girly boy!” Jefferson taunted, sticking his tongue out at him. “Come on, girly boy! Give me your best shot!”
Alex grinded his molars so hard that he could hear the enamel cracking. “Suck my nonexistent dick, Jefferson!” he roared, throwing the ball and hitting him directly in the chest. Jefferson fell back. “That’s what you get!” he shouted. He winced when he felt arms around his shoulders, being hoisted into the air by Hercules Mulligan, rewarded by cheers and applause from his team. After settling down, the coach instructed everyone to get changed.
“By the way Alex, what was that about?” John asked as they headed to the locker room.
“What?” Alex asked, opening and closing his shirt to feel that puff of air to cool him off.
“You were getting pretty worked up by Jefferson calling you ‘girly boy’,” John pointed out. “I’m pretty sure he just meant that you’re pretty for a boy, even if he was using it as an insult. I mean, he’s not wrong.”
Alex winced. “Uh…” He twiddled his fingers.
“Yeah! And why did you say ‘suck my nonexistent dick?’” Hercules asked.
Alex went silent. He didn’t mean to have said that. It was just an insult that he used in middle school, but he had stopped using it upon realizing he was a transboy. He didn’t think it was still in his catalogue. He sighed. Well, he had to tell them eventually. Now was a good time. He gestured for them to follow him into the boy’s locker room, leading them to the corner where his locker was. He pulled out his hoodie, exhaled to calm himself, and pulled off his t-shirt to reveal his binder. When they just stared, he dropped his head with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. It was okay if they didn’t want to be his friends anymore. He had expected this.
He lifted his head when he felt four pairs of arms around him, his friends embracing him tightly. “Dude! Thanks for telling us,” John said with a smile.
Alex blinked. “Huh? You guys… You’re not freaked out?”
“Why would we be freaked out?” Hercules asked. “You’re our friend, man! We love you!” He ruffled his hair.
“We’re honored that you trust us enough to tell us,” Lafayette added, wrapping an arm around him. “Do you want us to keep it a secret?” he asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m not really ready to come out to the whole school yet…”
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us,” John assured, and they pulled him in for another hug. Alex smiled. He really did feel safe with them.
“Hey, Doc!” Scout bounded into the infirmary, fresh of his morning run. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and everything felt right with the world. Right now, the only thing missing was one workaholic doctor who was just begging to be dragged outside for a quick roll in the hay.
The literal stuff.
For some reason Soldier had requisitioned about twenty bales. Go figure.
“Medic?” He called out again when there was no answer.
Soft cooing came from the far side of the room, and Scout stepped around the examination table to see the dovecot still filled with its occupants. Archimedes poked his little white head out through the chicken wire, his feet scratching against the door in a bid for freedom. As he approached the coop, Scout saw that the feeding pan was empty and the water nearly dry. It wasn’t like Medic. Normally by now the birds would be in the rafters, just waiting for any unsuspecting merc who was still stupid enough to let themselves be opened on the table.
I designed a whole dorm based on Laura and Carmilla’s room. So yeah. It’s on a 50x50 lot and the facilities include a common room, study, gym, laundry room, kitchen, and 2 elevators. (stairs also bc i like the headcanon that carm hates small spaces)
Things I’d like to see in future updates for Pokémon GO:
-Pokémon Centers. Make them about as common as gyms, but spread apart, so that you can save on items from battling.
-More Pokéstops in suburban and rural areas.
-Special incense to catch the legendary trio birds (at a certain level). Like a chilly incense, cloudy incense, and warm incense to lure out Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres respectively when you’ve reached a certain level. Maybe make this an event?
-More items available in the shop. (i.e. add Great/Ultra balls, new items like different types of incense that attract specific types like bug, ground, flying, etc., repels that repel common Pokémon away like Rattata and Weedle)
-Items like coupons at stops that you can redeem for items of your choice in the shop.
-Bicycle. So that if you’re riding in a car, the gps tracker for steps can pick up at higher speeds and count towards hatching eggs.
-Friend adding/friends list
-Trading/battling among friends
-Some sort of breeding system for producing eggs of your own
If there was one thing that Dante had learned throughout his time as the owner of The Iron Temple, it was that he absolutely despised paperwork. It was a necessary part of any business, unfortunately, but with the holidays looming around the corner and humans wanting to get a kick-start on the New Years resolutions that they’d, almost undoubtedly, wouldn’t be able to keep up, the wolf found himself looking over the influx of new membership papers that needed to be done before the end of the month. Pulling off his glasses - that were mostly for show than for necessity - Dante pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat his glasses down. “I need a fucking break,” the wolf grumbled under his breath before he let out a soft sigh and rose to his feet, peeling off his jacket and letting it hang on his desk chair before he left his office.
Stepping into the common area of the gym, Dante glanced around as he moved to the wall opposite of his office, leaning against it as the clang of metal punctuated the building. Owning a gym hadn’t been Dante’s first choice, but when you added his love of exercise, his perfectly sculpted physique and it’s central location? It had almost been too much to pass up. Sure, being a businessman wasn’t his top priority, but the gym did give him opportunities that most other businesses wouldn’t have. One of those opportunities was the chance to be able to check out hard-bodied men as they worked out on whatever machine held their fancy, and he could even use the guise that he was only checking their form if he was caught and they didn’t quite enjoy the gawking male. The other opportunity? Being able to overhear any conversations that he deemed suspicious.
He was a lover, not a fighter, but he always put his pack first and if he happened to over hear something that could help his pack? He was going to use it. Especially with the recent insanity where the hunters were involved. That was what had the wolf leaning against the wall of the gym, eyes scanning the crowd with his arms crossed over his chest. “Hey, how’re you doing?” he asked as a customer walked past, giving them a friendly smile and a nod, putting on the show of a friendly host and dutiful business owner.