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Linda Evangelista, the Chameleon

“I love, love, love fashion so much, that’s why I became a model in the first place.” A kind of Stradivarius” of models, Karl Lagerfeld, the Chanel designer, said of Linda Evangelista. “You can play her like you can play no other instrument.”Unlike some who are more famous for their temperament than their actual professional skills, Evangelista seems to win the respect of everyone she works with. In 2009, the photographer Steven Meisel recalled the first time he shot the eager young model, in the late eighties. He was working with the makeup artist François Nars and the hairstylist Oribe. “It was like crystal, like champagne corks popping. That smile! Her gums! Her eyes just twinkled! We were just very, very inspired and in love.” (The adoration was mutual) .

anonymous asked:

happy bday love 💫💫💫💫💫 ur bday present is the reassurance that dan and phil are not straight💌💌💌💌💌

a good gift <3

anonymous asked:

Ok I know you're busy but please please please write whatever pairing you want for the post of the person who is advertising their services as being a terrible date to your family Thanksgiving dinner. No rush. Whenever you want. IF you want. Your life things absolutely come first

This has now been posted to AO3 here!

-Refers to this post  (text is there, but I changed to better match the situation/add in a joke or two)

A/N: This is set before the sort of reconciliation we get between Eliza and Alex (for reasons, even though other things have already happened that canonically take place post-reconciliation and really the timeline is all sorts of fucked but I’m beyond sleep-deprived), and since I’m writing from Alex’s POV, their relationship will sound pretty shitty, though it’s not the focus here. Also, this is pure crack–probably fairly terrible crack. In case anyone worried it would be serious….

Chapter Text

Knitting her eyebrows together in confusion, Alex reread at the vague subject line in her inbox: “Saw this, thought of you.” Knowing it was from Lucy already had her on high alert—the last time she’d unthinkingly opened a link from one of her emails at work, she’d ended up with the video for “Dick in a Box” playing at full volume to the surprise (and amusement) of her DEO recruits. But, since she was at home and more than a little curious, she clicked on the link, finding herself on a Craigslist ad that read:

“It’s Thanksgiving. Want to skip that long, insulting conversation about how youre still single? About how your parents really want more grand children? Well, look no further!

I am a 29 year old ex-con (long story, don’t worry, I’m plenty friendly!) with no family to worry about and a dirty pickup truck one year younger than me painted with some Scissor Sisters album cover artwork (there when I got it, but I like it too much to change it). I can play anywhere between the ages of 25 and 35 depending on hair and makeup. I’m a bartender and work late nights. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game.

I can do these things, at your request:
• Openly hit on other female guests while you act like you don’t notice
• Start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion (I prefer to play the flaming liberal atheist, but can adapt depending on how promising the dessert selection will be and how much it would piss off your shitty family)
• Propose to you in front of everyone (I’ve got a cheap ring and all)
• Pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry, I don’t really drink much anymore, but I used to. A lot. too much in fact… I know the drill)
• Start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see (I require advance warning if I’m not to harm them in any real way or leave marks)

I require no pay but the free meal I will receive as a guest!”

Scowling, Alex switched over to email and sent back: “What the hell, Lane?”

Mere seconds later a reply came back in: “Morning to you too, Alex! You said you didn’t want to deal with your mom and your sister’s shitty boyfriend alone again so… voila! A solution—and it’s free.”

“I’m not going to hire an escort service,” Alex shot back.

“She says ‘strictly platonic,’ so it’s really not an escort service. And you’re not paying her, just feeding her. C’mon, think of all the joy those stories could bring to me, your dear friend, your oldest friend.”

“You arrested me for treason.”

“Hey look! Something you two have in common. You could totally bond about being ex-cons together.”

“Fuck off.”

“Do it!”


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Last weekend’s shenanigans… 😊

There were so many things that did NOT go right prior to this party and these pics, man, I tell ya…my jeans decided to give in to my thighs and chub rub and rip near the inner thigh inseam earlier in the week which led to what you see above. On the night of, was almost left behind since I got off of work kinda late. And lastly, my makeup and hair didn’t get to be done as planned, so I just had to wing it…

But out of all of the stuff that didn’t happen, I’m actually proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone with this outfit. I know that my body isn’t perfect, and probably never will be, but I’m learning to love it as I go.

So I’m sorry for the lack of makeup posts lately. I haven’t been working too much this week and have also been very ill for the past week (stomach related issues) so for now, here’s an unposted photo of the makeup I was wearing in the post where I was giving my kitty kisses :3 I’m wearing the lime crime venus palette and inglot’s gel liner in #77 for the eyes and kat von d’s studded kiss lipstick in the shade hexagram for the lips. 


Bought my first lipstick today! Some Dark Wine for 99cents  - Wet and Wild from the Rite Aid. Still trying to figure out my colours, but I think it looks pretty nice. Eyeliner and mascara too. I guess, uh, let me know if it looks any good?

It’s sort of been a dysphoric week over here in non-binary Benny land, and I’ve been coping by wearing a dress almost every day, by learning how to do/buying some makeup, and adding Hilary Duff, Spice Girls, and more David Bowie to my iTunes. Genderqueer dysphoria is weird. Well, everyone’s dysphoria is weird. But what I’m saying is that I find my coping and relief when I can get myself and the people around me to see me as something other than a man in a dress. I don’t want to discredit the men who wear dresses. I’m super down for the de-gendering of clothes, etc. so that no one takes any crap for what they wear or do that is traditionally tied to a gender role— but I’m not a man in a dress. I may be a male bodied person in a dress, but we all know those are different things. I’m an enby, a GQ, wearing their own clothes that make them feel pretty and confident.

The problem is that as it stands, the society around me has been poisoned by the media to equate “male bodied individual in a dress” with “joke, lost bet, or drag queen performance.” So my struggle is figuring out an identity that immediately shakes off those possibilities. I don’t a body capable of pulling of the dream of “pass as a boy today, girl tomorrow, androgynous enby the next day,” so I have to work the other side of the coin- combining rather than pealing away.

That struggle to not see a man in a dress when I look at myself is tricky too. What I’ve been doing lately is helping- growing my hair out, working with makeup, asking people to use “they” pronouns, dressing femme more often (weather is helping with that)– but it’s hard to reassure yourself sometimes, especially when you feel like the overwhelming majority of people you interact with don’t know that you’re searching to be validated for something they’ve never heard of. Of which they’ve never heard- grammar grammar. More on this another time…

A reminder for everyone- Transitioning is a many faceted thing; there’s rarely a real end goal, just a lot of self-made benchmarks to keep you trucking.