INFP: So do you think there will be a fashion show at school this year? INTJ: Probably INTJ: Oh no INTJ: They’re going to force me to be in it, aren’t they? INFP: I thought the fashion show would be fun (please don’t leave me) INTJ: See I thought dressing up might be fun INTJ: but then I remembered that I have to walk down the runway like a show pony while everyone stares at me INTJ: and I have to do it unironically INTJ: With any luck I’ll walk straight off the catwalk and end up in a coma INFP: Well aren’t we just a bundle of joy today?
I’m ready for a feminist show where the girls work in a non female dominated job, don’t conform to feminine beauty standards (makeup, shaving, dresses, ect.) and whose storylines don’t revolve around men in a major way
Many Ravenclaws walk round with ‘book bites’: these are fork prong indentations on the side of their mouths from when they were eating whilst reading.
For a term, book bites became a type of fashion, with Ravenclaws showing off how much they read. It became such a problem that Madam Pomfrey created a magical shield ointment and went to Ravenclaw tower and smeared it round all the students faces.
School Disco –
“There was absurd, over-the-top hype before it even began.”
by Lauren Cochrane
the Raf Simons label was originally launched in autumn/winter 1995, his growing number of fans were treated to five successive seasons of fairly low-key video presentations before the designer finally felt the time was right to put his vision on the runway. It was worth the wait thanks to a show remembered as much for the over-crowding as the clothes.
Indeed, the School Boy collection of autumn/winter 1997 – which Simons now sees as his full-blown fashion industry debut – was a genuine “moment“. Featuring a group of street-cast, non-professional models, and taking place in a defunct discotheque filled with rickety old chairs (for invited industry legends such as Suzy Menkes to perch on precariously), Simons proposed not only an innovative new way for men to dress, but a remarkably fresh type of fashion
Seokjin lifted his head to look at the wealthy woman that
sat before him. The woman that claimed to be his mother. Seokjin turned his
attention back to his coffee. His posture was straight but it was obvious he
wasn’t feeling up to this meeting. He was slightly hunched over his drink and
his thoughts were concentrated mainly on the (thankfully) minimal amount of
homework he had that night. However, he did manage to pull himself out of his
thoughts to mull over the question that was often asked to him whenever he saw
his mother again.