Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.
Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥
The day after your accidental meeting with Jungkook in the library, your brain was swamped with thoughts of him, of that beautiful black velvet dress and the dim and dusty ex-bar that the four of them so passionately made clothes in day and night.
You could still feel the way the soft material of the dress felt against your sensitive skin, you could still remember how it had hung so luxuriously off your frame. It clung to you in all the right places giving you a flawless silhouette.
The dress was all that was present in your mind as you had listened to the monotonous droning of your mother when she had gotten home. You don’t know why she’d been particularly bitter on this occasion, perhaps one of her friends had been boasting about all that their children had achieved. That always seemed to set her off.
You’re throwing your life away.
I pay so much for you to get a good education and you don’t appreciate it at all.
Those words had so frequently left your mother’s lips that they didn’t even sting anymore. The knife had been so overused, causing the silver blade to become blunt and painless.
You thought back to the other night when you’d missed your curfew. She hadn’t cared that at least you were home safe after returning home late. In fact, the idea of your mother telling you off because she was worried about your safety seemed like a luxury to you. But, of course, the only thing she paid mind to were your grades, what your chances of getting into a prestigious university were and whether you would do the family proud or bring them shame.
Then there was Jungkook and his friends. People that stood for the exact opposite of what you’d been taught since you were a child. They seemed so liberated compared to you, they knew what their dreams were and they fought to achieve them every day. The only dreams you had to speak of were the ones that had been pushed upon you.
But when you’d stood in front of that mirror with that flattering new haircut and that gorgeous dress wrapped around your body, you’d felt more yourself than ever. You’d felt powerful, beautiful, and most crucially, you’d felt so free.
That night, despite your mother’s obvious disappointment in you, you’d fallen asleep with a faint smile fixed upon your lips.
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Summary: Jaebum’s had a long day, but he still cant resist your charming presence around him.
When his seemingly endless day of the week finally reached its peak, Jaebum refused to do or even think about anything else for the rest of the evening. All he had in mind was the comfortable couch waiting for him at home, casual clothes and TV. That is exactly what he did, since he knew you were out for supposedly hours, having your girls night. He changed into a pair of shorts, white T-shirt and put on a snapback just cause he did not feel like taking a bath and washing his hair. He turned on the TV, getting hung up on a football game that did not start too long ago.
After a little while, the door swung open and he heard footsteps approaching into the living room. His cat-like eyes widened at the sight of your silhouette, dressed oh-so-tempting in a red, slightly tight dress, knee long.
“What are you doing home already?” he asked curious. “I thought you were out with the girls tonight”.
“It was just two of us. one didn’t even have the courtesy to answer her damn phone, other had food poisoning… ugh, it was a mess”.
Jaebum watched you take of your heels and preparing to take a shower. Instead, his mind and heart started to race and wonder to places he hadn’t went to for several days now. With his hectic schedule and yours too, neither of you were left with much energy nor time to get some closure.
But suddenly, Jaebum got needy.
“Baby?” he called.
He gulped, despite knowing exactly where he wanted to go with his request.
“Come ride me. Please”.
There was no verbal response. Jaebum felt slightly flustered at his own words, but his feelings eased when you walked back into the living room, looking at him with confusion.
“You want me to do what now?”
You heard him terribly well, but still you asked. It happened so that riding him was one of your free time hobbies.
His tone was by no means dark and demanding, but rather begging in a sweet manner for such a promiscuous request. You raised your brow, his eyes sparkling with need.
You wanted it as well, there was no point in denying the truth. So naturally, seeing Jaebum sit with his legs crossed, inviting you in nearly, made you spread your own and sit on his left thigh, slowly kissing him as you placed your hands on his chest for support. Mid-kiss, you began grinding on his thigh, the friction feeling so good, burning your entire skin almost that you moaned, Jaebum grabbing a handful of your hair in response; he moved his mouth to your neck, gently biting the skin there, though he couldn’t focus properly as his growing erection was fogging his mind.
“Keep moving, please” he whispered.
You succumbed, your hips grinding a little faster. Your insides were twitching and you flinched when Jaebum’s ferm hands were placed on them, forcefully stopping you.
“Baby…” you started to protest.
“Don’t cum, not yet, please baby…”
The fact that he maintained his tone in such a low register, speaking so informal and auditory pleasing turned you on even more, if possible. Jaebum ensured you get off his thigh before he stripped out of his shorts and briefs, watching you search for a condom to put on his hard-on before you started to ride him, just as he asked you to. Both of you relished into the ecstasy provided by the deep and only a little fast movements. Your hips seemed to naturally know their way around Jaebum’s dick, moving up and down, then grinding slower to increase the anticipation. You noticed his little nose scrunch, his throated moans, and you figured what was about to happen, so you decided to turn the events in your favor, knowing well you might regret it later on.
You got off of him, adjusting your dress and your bra as you casually walked away, part of you enjoying Jaebum’s disappointed and needy as hell face.
“I didn’t want you to cum just yet” you said, smirking, then winking.
You ran towards the shower and you heard him running behind you, still naked. That’s when you realized that this time, Jaebum wouldn’t be sweet and asking kindly for what he wants. He was about to take what he wanted.
Can you tell me your top 5 of Benedict's performances? I know it's hard but I'm curious :)
is the most challenging question to ever receive as a Bc fan. The
faves change from day to day, from moment to moment and from gif to
gif (thanks to amazing gifers like @elennemigo, @221bcumberb, @anidoorkitty and @whenisayrunrun ) luckily you have caught me on a
day where I’ve been making clips for a future post and have come down
with a case of CBF! So being in this state of mind, I think it’s a
perfect time to do this list so here it is.
*warning long post*
1. Richard iii
takes us through the rise and fall of Richards thirst for the crown.
From the moment we see young Richard cowering in horror while
watching his brother being murdered, to the minute he decides to kill
the king, not for his family, not for revenge but for his own dream
of sovereignty, and to witnessing Henry Tudor stabbing the last breath
out of Richard and proclaiming the “the dirty dog is dead”.
delivers Richards devilish, smooth talking and deliciously devious
dialogue with such ease that you can’t help but kind of root for
Richard at times because he makes you believe that his Machiavellian
dealings are for the greater good. His bone chilling cradling of his newborn nephew, his
wooing of the widow of the man he killed. Are that of a man who just
wants to be respected, loved and seen for his use rather than be
mocked for his disability that he carries on his back.
talent of tears and rage and downright madness was just PERFECT. I
fell in love with his Richard iii. I felt pity, sadness, attraction
to his wicked determination (as terrible as his deeds were) and most
of all, affection for his deformity that was the catalyst for his
anger and need to prove to the people around him that he could be a
normal man that was capable of being a king. Bc’s Richard iii was the
best possible example of a master class in acting. Proving yet again
that Bc is the best actor of his generation.
greatest disappointment to come out of BBC Sherlock was the reaction
of a group of fans who tried to destroy what MG and SM created
because of a certain expectation they were invested in. Most people
who hated S4 missed out on what the entire point of this version of
Sherlock was about and that was to introduce us to Sherlock Holmes
before he became known as Sherlock Holmes. Bc became a star in 90
minutes and the ACD canon would never be the same again.
starts off as a man with a fortress of coldness who insists he has no
need for friends or relationships, armed with a lifetime of brotherly
advice that caring was not an advantage. But once Dr. John Watson
comes into play we start to see that fortress slowly melt and the
addition of the people who would become his Baker Street family,
Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson, Mary Watson and Lestrade, we begin to see
that Sherlock was so full of emotions and the capacity to care, that
he wanted to care, he just didn’t know how to care. Bc’s portrayal of
the world’s only consulting detective was brilliant and beautiful. Bc
help make brainy the new sexy. He also made Sherlock’s drugged out
alter ego, Shezza, look sexy too. Of course it helped that the
writing and the location of this modern day Sherlock were also
brilliant. But looking at those cheekbones and lips carrying a fluffy
head of hair that you wish you could run your fingers through, just
once! That perfect silhouette of a man dressed in the finest suits.
The purple shirt of sexiness, the black suit, the blue shirt of
sexiness!! Ok sorry I got CBF for a second there…
I really meant to say was that Bc’s acting brought new life into this
100 year old literary character and it certainly made me invest my
own feelings into these characters that I wouldn’t have any interest
in. Bc’s Sherlock was rude, cocky, manipulative, arrogant and flawed,
but you loved each of those characteristics because Bc made him
lovable even at Sherlock’s worst, he took you through the whole range
of emotions and that wasn’t just with one series, it frequently meant
each episode! The fact that we got to watch Sherlock grow into a man capable of being a best friend, a kind and caring human being who tried his best to protect his friends, and a man who learned how to forgive and not judge the past mistakes of those around him. Because after all we just might be human. Even Sherlock Holmes. I am forever grateful to the Mofftiss for creating this show and for giving Bc a chance to show the world, what the London stage and various other people in the industry had already saw in him. For me the only Sherlock Holmes is the BBC version that could only have
been pulled off by the talents and efforts of Benedict Cumberbatch.
3. Christopher Tietjens
My first thought is always
I heart Christopher Tietjens, because I really do. He was the last of a dying
breed. He had 2 women who tried to “burst him out of his glass
cabinet” the wife who failed because she didn’t deserve him and the
woman whom he really loved and waited for, the woman HE deserved.
Christopher survived his name being dragged through the mud, a wife
who socially embarrassed not only herself but made him look like a
He survived the war, not because he was lucky, but because he wanted to live to come back to the only woman who loved him and accepted him for going along with the parade. Bc’s
Christopher Tietjens was a stoic beautiful man when he needed to be,
and man enough to cry when the women he loved tugged or
threw daggers at his heart.
I know I overuse the word beautiful when it comes to Bc’s acting but Chrissy was so painfully beautiful that all you wanted to do was give him a hug and take him back to Groby so he could live out the rest of his life as an english country gentleman. Another perfect performance from Benedict!
4. Alan Turing
This should have won Bc’s
his first Oscar. If you want to truly see what Bc’s talent is capable
of you don’t start with Sherlock, you start with this role. Benedict
was able to conjure up the spirit of Alan in this performance that
even Turing’s own family was blown away by his portrayal. Bc’s ability to display the eccentricities of Alan, the deep emotional
bond and love he had for both Christophers and of course Bc’s master
class of acting for easily portraying a genius
mathematician at work.
The tragic ending that
cut Alan’s life short, made us all want to learn more about Turing
and his work. It made us angry at how this man was treated as an
enemy, instead of a war hero who helped saved millions of lives. Bc
reached into our hearts and brains with his charismatic, tragic,
beautiful portrayal of Alan Turing.
5. Doctor Strange
IF ever a role was so
perfectly cast it probably was Benedict as Dr. Stephen Strange. Not
only does he come super close to looking like the comic book hero
that was created over 30 yrs ago, he is able to adopt the persona of
an arrogant and brilliant doctor who gets into a car accident that
cuts his career short and with all hope lost, seeks treatment at a
place that not only gives him the cold hard truth about himself, but
it teaches him that in order to grow and learn he would have to open
his eye to other realities.
Stephen learned that all is not lost and
there are other ways to help people, most of all, to help himself. Bc
is so bloody perfect as Doctor Strange that upon first viewing, I
just sat there and cried. I was so proud of him because even though I
had very limited knowledge about this comic book character, he
convinced me that HE was that superhero that the world needed.
Benedict made it all look effortlessly. The American accent, the
physicality of being Doctor Strange was just AMAZING. Bc has that
ability to make himself into anything that is called for. As someone
once said, young, old, strong, weak, whatever you call for that
character to be, Benedict can play it and play it so well you don’t
even know he’s acting. Not only did it convince us his fan base, but
he basically won over the entire comic book community as well as the
Bc made Doctor Strange into a blockbuster that got
overall positive reviews. That is the power of Benedict’s talent. You
talk about a good script, you can talk about a good director, but
that only goes hand in hand with an actor that can pull it all off and by
god did Bc pull it off!
Haunted Places in Romania (according to Wikipedia)
Trivale Forest in Pitești - There is a legend about a maiden, daughter of a rich landowner, who loved a poor servant of her father. Her father found an old rich man for her to marry, but during the wedding day, she ran with the servant in the forest. Her father found them and killed her lover and then decapitated her. It is generally accepted that the two scary things about the forest are: the decapitated ghost of the bride and the people going into the forest to do satanic rituals.
Zarifopol Mansion in Filipești – Called by locals “the House of Evil”, the mansion is the site of several reports of paranormal activities: indistinct voices, bizarre sounds, steps, cold currents that “walk” through walls.
Bazilescu Park – Also known as Nicolae Bălcescu Park, Bazilescu Park is located in Bucureștii Noi neighborhood. Within the park is the Summer Theatre, built in 1953. During the night, in the area can be heard strident sounds and the cough of a man (whereof it is said that belongs to Bazilescu), coming from beyond the columns of the derelict theatre.
Central Girls School – Inside this historical building and its courtyard have been reports of strange sounds, cold breeze and fetid odors, but were also seen levitating objects, doors and windows that open and close without any human intervention.
Chiajna Monastery – This ruined monastery has its root somewhere in the 18th century, during the rule of Alexandru Ipsilanti. It was a big monastery, with thick walls, reason for that the Turks “confused” it and assaulted it. Moreover, some historical sources show that between its walls died of plague the Metropolitan of Wallachia, Cozma. The land and the building have never got to be sanctified. For these reasons it was abandoned, and the monastery’s bell was thrown in the Dâmbovița River, people blaming it cursed and leaving it in ruins.According to locals, the bell can still be heard ringing on full moon nights, many audio records proving this fact. Moreover, it is said that on one of the walls near the entrance can be glimpsed the face of a beautiful lady, which is said to be Ancuța, the daughter of Mrs. Chiajna, who would have been killed on the orders of her mother after she ran with her beloved without her mother’s approval. On top of that, in the area would have been several murders and numerous mysterious disappearances.
Cișmigiu Hotel – The building was closed in 1970 and reopened in 1990, when it was converted into hostel for students of the Faculty of Theatre and Film. Legend says that in a weekend, when all the students were away on vacation, a young woman from Moldova was raped and then thrown into the elevator shaft. She died there, after three hours she desperately cried for help, with no one to hear her. Many say that her screams can still be heard.
Hospital of the Posts – Previously housed in the building behind the Stavropoleos Church, Hospital of the Posts was a site of organ trafficking. It is said that, especially in long winter nights, can be heard on adjacent streets groans and cries of those who died in hospital beds.
“House of the Devil” on General Praporgescu Street – The house, which now looks degraded, is distinguished by the ivy that covers it entirely. It is the site of two tragic events: in the interwar period, a man would have killed here two women, and within a few years, a young woman would have committed suicide.Some say that on full moon nights on one of the walls of the house can be seen the number 666, symbol of the devil, and here would live a demonic entity full of hate and anger, that can be felt from afar.
Orphanage on the French Street – Legend says the house, located at number 13, is haunted by no less than 203 children’s spirits. In this orphanage were brought homeless children, even by its owner – Stavrache Hagi-Orman. He kept the kids in unimaginable conditions, without water and without food. After dozens of children died of starvation, the orphanage was closed. Locals reported voices of children crying “Water, we want water!”.
Vernescu House on the Victory Avenue – It is named by locals “Cellar of the Devil” (Romanian: Hruba lui Scaraoțchi). Here still operate a casino. It is said that in the past century, several players committed suicide inside the house after they lost the entire fortunes at roulette. Reports indicate three ghosts that haunt the house. They shake the furniture, cause air currents and sometimes even appear on the hallways of the building. Passers also reported strong odor of sulfur in the building’s yard.
Witches’ Pond – According to the legend, the pond located in Boldu-Crețeasca Forest, having a diameter of only 5 m, is the place where Vlad the Impaler was beheaded. It is said that after the 1977 earthquake many trucks unloaded debris in the pond, with the aim of stoppering it. Within weeks, the debris disappeared in its waters, although the pond has a depth of only one meter and a half. Locals say that many times when pregnant women didn’t want the child went to the pond, bathed and ridded the pregnancy. Even the animals would be scared of this place: there would be no frog or any being that lives in the pond, and the animals don’t drink water from there. The pond is famous for the gipsy witches that gather each year to Sânziene, St. George and St. Andrew to practice their magic rituals. Near this eye of water have been observed over time strange phenomena, like globular lightnings or storms started suddenly. The pond never change, doesn’t dry, doesn’t expand, whether it rains or is drought. In a video from mid-90s is shown a strange phenomenon: in midsummer, on an area of some square meters it snowed, immediately after a woman from the stunt team was terribly amused while trying to put a helmet on the head of a mannequin that portrayed Vlad the Impaler.
Călugăreasca Forest – It is a forest of mulberry trees, where it is said that the wind never blows. Here, people say that existed a monastery of monks, but they were killed by the Turks, and the place was made one with the earth by the pagans. The last monk killed by the Turkish army threw a curse upon them. So that, after death, the spirits of those who have defiled hands with the blood of the monks returned in thickets of Călugăreasca, from where they never found the way out.At the edge of the forest are also a lot of crosses, which legend says that stand sentry as the pagans’ spirits can not escape. People are reluctant to seek the thickets of Călugăreasca due to the curses, and the only safe place in the woods was the large white cross that reminds about the monastery and that protects those who pray next to it when the night catches them in the grove.
Bánffy Castle in Bonțida – Dubbed “the Versailles of Transylvania”, the castle is reportedly haunted by the ghost of a young servant who paid with his life because he revealed that his mistress deceived her husband. Another variant is that the place is haunted by the ghosts of those who died in Bánffy during the Second World War, when the castle was converted by Germans into a military hospital. Legend says that there were often seen sinister shadows that seemed to be of some soldiers, while through walls were heard strange noises, groans, sounds of footsteps or indistinct voices.
Hoia Forest – The forest near Cluj-Napoca has long been known for the mysterious events that take place here and was even cataloged as a gateway to another dimension. Dubbed “the Bermuda Triangle of Transylvania”, the forest is one of the most active areas of the world in terms of paranormal phenomena. Legends would have occurred, it seems, after a shepherd disappeared into the forest along with his 200 sheep and no one managed to find neither he nor any part of the flock. It was only the first mysterious disappearance that took place in the forest. People who accidentally pass right through active areas report skin burns, redness, irritations, headaches, amplified sensation of thirst, anxiety, sensation of fainting. Hoia Forest became famous in the world after on 18 August 1968, military technician Emil Barnea photographed in the Round Glade (Romanian: Poiana Rotundă) an UFO, the photos being among the few of this kind genuine, according to experts. Numerous accounts of villagers reported unexplained physical sensations, observations of various shapes and colors lights, strange shadows, voices and human faces. The local vegetation is often bizarre. The trees have strange shapes, even human faces can be depicted from their trunks. In 2000, Alexandru Pătruț, President of the Romanian Society of Parapsychology, caught a strange phenomenon in the forest, around the Easter: a kind of sap flowed profusely from the top of the trees. Next day, everything was dry. He also reported strange sounds of ambulance sirens, tire exploding and even cuckoo clock. The forest was included in top 15 most haunted places in the world by the American magazine Travel+Leisure.
Tomis Nord neighbourhood from Constanța Supposedly, the neighbourhood is haunted by a woman who was decapitated by her husband who believed that he was cheated on.
Bride’s Trinity on DN7 – On national road DN7, near the town of Găești, there is a monument called Bride’s Trinity or Margareta’s Trinity. Here it is said that on 24 September 1936, Margareta Ștefănescu died in a car accident, even on her wedding day, and since then the place has become cursed. In the area have occurred a lot of fatal crashes, even if the road is straight and with maximum visibility. The road was “baptized” by locals “the Road of Crosses”. In the road tragedies are involved especially men. For example, only in 2008–09 in that place 12 young men died, mostly unmarried. Likewise, there were several reports of a silhouette of a woman dressed in white near the trinity.
Radovan Forest – Dozens of people, especially men, have drowned over time in Lake Fântânele of Radovan. Locals put numerous tragedies on account of the curse of a bride, who legend says that in the 1940s hanged herself in the forest surrounding the lake. Her story has two versions: one, according to that a young Moldovan woman arrived in Oltenia with her family, would have committed suicide after her husband was beaten to death on the night of the wedding; the second version says that she has committed suicide after, even before the wedding, would have been raped by a kulak that employed her. Locals say the bride haunts the road near the forest, and the passers are advised to move quickly and try to simply overlook any sound or appearance, otherwise the bride will lead them in the heart of the forest, from where they won’t ever return.
Bulzești commune Villagers talk about the “creatures by the hill”. A long time ago, the village was moved because of the strigoi. According to a villager:“The evil spirits haunt us at both day and night. Nobody dares to go up the hill because of the vampires. A neighbour has paralyzed many years ago when he bumped into one of the evil spirits. He couldn’t find his peace and does bad things to all those around him” The Romanian poet Marin Sorescu, born in the commune, mentioned the legend in his poem “Dumneata”: One night, here, by the fountains,| Where homes are rare, due to the ghosts |Who they say have showed around |And the people were strained to put houses there, for the ghosts to have their place.(…)
House of Gavril Buzatu on Manta Roșie – In this house from Iași lived Gavril Buzatu, “the last executioner of Moldova”. The house was the site of several killings and atrocities. It is reportedly haunted by strigoi about people think would be the thieves beheaded by Gavril Buzatu. During the night can be heard howls of beast or human, followed by roars of laughter. Here can be seen strange lights that “run” through the mansion, especially during the winter. A former tenant reported a black creature running through the nearby forest. Likewise, were seen flames lighting up suddenly in the abandoned salons.
Lungani Hill – It is said that the hill that separates the villages of Goești and Brăești is haunted by thousands of ghosts of soldiers from the World War I. Locals reported white lights, silhouettes of soldiers descending from the cemetery into the valley, at night, late after 12 o'clock. On the other side of the hill, in the commune of Lungani, peasants saw headless people who went on the road or even the devil in the body of child or cat.
E58 near Cicârlău – The area is known by drivers as one where many accidents happen. The accidents are attributed to a ghost which is said that comes out from the crops and scares the drivers. In the 1930s, a young woman named Pălăguța, envied by women for her beauty, was accused of witchcraft and beaten to death. Old people speak about a kind of animal with very long legs which haunted the village in Tuesday nights. It is said that appeared after midnight and went to houses where women violated the church rule. Women would have been hit in the temple and died or remained paralyzed.
Iulia Hasdeu Castle in Câmpina – Bizarre by its architecture, Iulia Hasdeu Castle was built by writer Bogdan Petriceicu Hasdeu in the memory of Iulia Hasdeu, his daughter, who died at age 19. It is said that the castle was built in accordance with the indications received during some seances, from his dead daughter. Locals say that during the night, Iulia Hasdeu can be heard playing the piano, in father’s applause.
G*psy Prêt-à-porter: A collection of misuse and misinformation
With 2017 London Fashion Week well underway, shows are going political—and being the human rights, economic empowerment
devotees we are, could not be more proud. Only thing is, when will the universe
of couture finally understand our battle?
Generally intended to express colourful,
carefree, bohemian style, the
word “gypsy” is thrown around loosely in the fashion world.
From brand names and labels, to standard industry jargon, the word has through
time entrenched itself deep within the bowels of the trade. It is no dernier
cri. In 2010, Kate Moss posed for a questionable 2010 V Magazine editorial by stylist Karen Langley and photographer Ian
Kell entitled “Kate & the Gypsies” while John Galliano, Anna Sui, and countless
others included interpretations of the “gypsy” in their ready-to-wear repertoires. In May 2015,
Urban Outfitters came under another wave of harsh and well-deserved criticism,
notably in the Twittersphere, for coming out with a graphic tee that wrote: Gypster—a hybrid between “gypsy” and “hipster.” Being a “gypster” was defined on the t-shirt as someone who is
wild, free-spirited, and, of course, “always on the move.”
Yet, it appears the conversation that started in
2015 died a quick and painless death, as the term steadily resurfaced with
little to no backlash at all. For instance, the gender-neutral brand Gypsy Sport led by designer Rio Uribe has
been a complete hit on the catwalk this year. Allure Magazine described it as a
for diversity.” Last fall, Kenzo showcased what was described
by media as their “gypsy” silhouette dresses on the H&M runway, while
the Duchess of Cambridge sported an Alexander McQueen dress inspired by the “intricately
beautiful floral patterns seen painted on gypsy caravans and canal barges in
the British countryside.”
What appear as celebrations of the “gypsy” are in fact misconstrued representations of
Rromani people that insidiously work to continue patterns of discrimination and
marginalization today. “Gypsy” is much more than just a word. There are
meanings, implications, identities and consequences
involved in using the term—meanings the fashion world has carelessly
neglected. Don’t get us wrong, centuries-worth of
misinformation and typecasting do not help by any means.
First and foremost, the word g*psy is derogatory. It was originally
used to characterize a person of Rromani origin
based on the mistaken belief that Rromani people came from Egypt. The term
increasingly became synonymous with someone who cheats, steals, or for lack of
a better term, “gyp.” To be clear, it is a racial slur. The fact that some Rromani identify themselves
with the term and do not take offence to it does not make its use any less
derogatory, as there is a large percentage of the population that doesn’t
feel the same.
It would be foolish to deny that its meaning has
evolved in certain social realms. In the fashion industry, many designers and
consumers do not use it or interpret it negatively per se. The problem is that
there are still many places in the world where it is still used to discriminate
and dehumanize people of Rromani origin.
When Vivienne Westwood used Rromani models in
her spring/summer 2009 tolerance-themed menswear show to illustrate the
minority as the “rough, stylish and hardened outcasts of society,” she received criticism from many. At the time,
Milan’s assessor for industry and fashion and ex-Forza Italia MP, Tiziana
Maiolo, publicly stated that “there is no chance for integration while the men
play cards instead of working and the women and children steal and beg.”
She also proposed to guide Vivienne on a tour of the nomad camps to prove just
how outdated her “romanticized” perception of Rromani is.
That kind of reaction is no surprise. The rise
of right-wing populism in Europe has since intensified and the Rromani
population, among other minorities, are paying for it. There is a lot wrong
with this whole picture that ought to be corrected. For one thing, over 90% of
Roma are sedentary. The stereotypes of nomadism perpetuated by dominant
political classes have served as a direct tool of marginalization and
segregation. The camps or campi nomadi mentioned by Signora Maiolo, were
established by the Italian government to appease the so-called cultural
nomadism of the Rromani population. Let me repeat, over 90% of Roma are
sedentary. The living conditions of these camps are squalid and fall beneath
human right standards, yet governments around the world have blamed Rromani, as
if they want to live this way.
When the fashion industry perpetuates the
stereotype of nomadism in Rromani culture, they feed into and legitimize a
legacy of discrimination. It’s worth pointing out that 10% of Rromani are
nomadic, but it certainly does not stem from a romantic free-spirited idea, but
was adopted as a means of survival. Still today, in schools across Western and
Eastern Europe, Rromani children are segregated. Access to education remains a
serious concern, as do access to healthcare and employment. Acts of violence
and hate crimes against Rromani are also on the rise, while even the Canadian
government refuses to publicly recognize the Roma Genocide where half a million
Rromani were murdered under the Nazi regime during WWII. Years of political
rhetoric and misinformation have dehumanized the Rromani population.
Giving into such stereotypes sends a strong
message to the Rromani community. When designers, companies and journalists use
the term g*psy to describe a brand or particular collection as nomadic, wild
and free-spirited for their own commercial benefit, they neglect the real and
continuing plight of Rromani and unintentionally reinforce their
stigmatization. Let’s remember that there is not a single sphere
where being Rromani is embraced or praised. Even brands that claim to be
inclusive have no real interest in battling stereotypes and changing the status
Fashion is often an expression of a designer’s creativity and identity. Therefore, fashion
that misconstrues an identity by celebrating this ill-informed interpretation
of g*psy culture is highly problematic and in this case, ignorant. For
centuries, Rromani communities have suffered persecution, hatred, and violence.
By romanticizing the plight of Rromani communities, the fashion industry
demonstrates its ignorance and ultimately neglects the fact that Roma are
people. It is time for the powerful and highly influential fashion industry to
be cognizant of the world around it, and stop reducing a people to a trend.
The stories you heard could never have captured the breathtakingly elegant and magnificent nature of the mansion. It was built of smooth grey stone, chipped, cracked and stained black due to years of weathering. In each corner were cylindrical turrets, extending over the slanted roof, forming a sharp, cone-shaped point. Ivy scaled the damaged walls of the ancient structure, covering the bottom half with its evergreen leaves and shielding the lower windows from the light of day.
You stood by the gate with your fingers tightly wound around the iron bars, gazing in awe at the tremendous structure. The setting sun dipped behind the picturesque house, casting an iridescent glow along the edges of the stone. Eventually, you stopped gawking at the grandeur of the miniature castle and focused your thoughts on the true reason of your coming.