X-Women in Couture and their favourite designers (and statement jewellery) PART 1: Rogue, Emma Frost, and Storm.
Anna Marie’s taste range from whimsical and bohemian to bold and daring. From lace to floral appliqués, to sheer panels, killer corseterie, and striking silhouettes. She’s built like Jessica Rabbit so everything she wears has to be tailored. She loves designers like Vivienne Westwood, and those that don’t flinch away from curves.
Rogue’s Signature Jewels are a set of $2.5 million, 115 carat Colombian emerald earrings, and a matching $1 million 65 carat ring, both by Lorraine Schwartz.
The White Queen
Emma is all about couture. Did she just flash you a nipple? She doesn’t care. You don’t ruin these gowns with a bra. Grow up. 80% of the time she carries a crew with her that keeps up with the looks she’s serving.
Yanina Couture and La Perla
Camila and Marc
Among Emma’s favourite jewels in her collection are $18 million white opal, diamond pave, drop earrings by Chopard.
Ororo Munroe is a joy to dress. Tall and svelt and beautiful, her versatility is astounding. She’s a sample size, with the type of body designers dream of dressing, slim so that it doesn’t distort their vision, statuesque and shapely enough to make it her own. In a world where the X-Men are public figures you bet your ass she’s part of the Balmain Army, Olivier Rousting adores her.
Dolce & Gabbana
Ororo doesn’t own the necklace but she did have the opportunity to wear Cartier’s The Emblematic Panther. One 86.85 carat emerald-cut yellow beryl, yellow diamonds, brown diamonds, emerald eyes and onyx.
Our beloved Langston Hughes was born 113 years ago today in Joplin, Missouri. I am going to inundate you with photos and links to his poetry today, so I hope you’re ready. This photo was taken in New York City in 1947 by his friend, the legendary French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson. The men were once roommates in the early 1930s in Mexico along with the Mexican poet Andres Henestrosa. According to Arnold Rampersad’s biography on Mr. Hughes, he called their place “a vivienda, or apartment” but Mr. Cartier-Bresson insisted that “It was no apartment. It was a shack. We lived in a very humble place near the Lagunilla market and the little bars where the mariachi bands played. It was very cheap because we didn’t have any money. We pooled what we had and worked a little and entertained our girl friends there and enjoyed life a great deal.” Photo: Magnum Photos