what's couture

anonymous asked:

Can you write CF Victor meeting KIC Yuuri and flirting with him because he thinks it's CF Yuuri

It’s impossible to find people on the busy streets of New York City.

Yuuri had wandered into a shop about an hour ago, and Victor’s stomach is rumbling in protest–his phone is dead, and he needs to find him so that they can go grab lunch. He wonders if Yuuri has already gone back to the hotel or if he’s still shopping, but then he catches sight of some tempting coffee cake inside of a Starbucks and those thoughts are stilled.

He’ll get coffee cake, bring it back to the hotel, and then wait for Yuuri. That’s the plan.


Except Yuuri is waiting in line, at the same Starbucks. How ironic. Victor grins, hoping to surprise him from behind. He comes up to him and grabs his sides, laughing. Yuuri yelps and spins around on his heels–he had changed outfits?–and his eyes go huge. “Victor!”

“You changed your clothes,” Victor comments, kissing his cheek.

Yuuri blushes violently, as though Victor has never done that before. Victor brushes it off as his surprise. “Did you just…?”

Victor leans back, admires the pants that he’s wearing and raises his eyebrows. Tight jeans. “Did you buy those just now?” He whistles, low, so that nobody else in the Starbucks can hear. His gaze, however, had been practically unmistakable. Yuuri stares at him in shock.

“They’re–they’re new,” he stammers, then shakes his head. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to buy you coffee cake,” Victor explains, bumping Yuuri’s shoulder with his own. “But it looks like you had the same idea.”

“I’m not buying coffee c–what are you wearing?” Yuuri gasps, and his eyes dart around the building, as though afraid of what people will see.

Victor looks down at his white t-shirt and baggy jeans. There’s a faded band logo on the shirt. He frowns. “What? Do I look bad?”

“No!” Yuuri yelps, then covers his hand with his mouth. “No, no, I’m just not used to seeing you… To seeing you dress like that.” 

“Well I’m not used to seeing you dress like that. You look like a fashion model or something,” Victor mumbles, then kisses him again. Yuuri flushes even harder this time, reaching up a hand to touch the spot where Victor’s lips had been.

“I… Victor, you’re confusing me. A lot.”

“Victor!” a voice calls from outside of the Starbucks.

A familiar voice.

He turns around.


Sure enough, Yuuri is standing outside of the Starbucks. He’s smiling, and then his eyes land on… Yuuri. Who is inside of the Starbucks. And his expression shifts to one of pure horror. Victor glances between them, squinting. Slowly, Yuuri approaches the other Yuuri, their eyes raking each other’s forms. A few other customers have started to take notice, gasping and taking photos.

The fashionable Yuuri sucks in a breath, takes a stumble backwards. “Who are you?”

“I’m Yuuri,” Yuuri breathes, and he takes Victor’s hand, squeezing it. “Who are you?”

“I’m Yuuri.”

Fashionable Yuuri’s phone rings. He glances at the screen, then his face pales. “And that’s…” His eyes dart to Victor, lock in on him. “Victor?”

There’s a heavy pause.

“So, coffee cake?” Victor suggests.

What Do We Find Attractive?

Reblog this post if you find the ladies of long ago to still be beautiful in our modern 21st century!

In our era where thigh-high splits in skirts and navel-length necklines in dresses dominate the couture of what seems like nearly every female celebrity—not to mention many instances of very heavy makeup—one often has to wonder how our standards of the beauty ideal have changed. A century and more ago, Charles Dana Gibson developed what was considered for that era, the Ideal Woman. She had a sweet and wholesome look, and one of her biggest extravagancies was her pompadour hairdo, commonly referred to afterward as the “Gibson Girl” look.

A woman—if she wanted to retain the title of a true lady—would be dressed most respectably always, and if she dared to show her ankles among the company of men, oh, she was a hussy! When we realize what was considered proper in terms of dress in the Edwardian era (and what could really be inexplicably daring!), one often has to wonder how some vintage photos we look at now seemed in their heyday. By looking at this image below, the question that comes to mind is, Was Camille Clifford considered to appear “loose”? Although her gown was generous in length, the cut of her neckline seems to me to be a bit of an eyebrow-raiser in its day.

If Miss Clifford lived now and appeared on the red carpet, would she even be noticed for this? I’d say not at all! She would look exceptionally modest and would instead likely earn either high accolades of being most stylish (as I would tell her!) or be censured for being old-fashioned! It really is incredible how fashions change.
   When we are bombarded with more and more bold fashions and daring hair colors, one has to wonder if the glamour of long ago can last today.
   If you find such luminaries as Camille Clifford and Evelyn Nesbit (to name just a few; I’ve picture more well-known faces below), let me know by reblogging this post!

~ The Modern Edwardian

Above > Zena Dare

Above > Florence Evelyn Nesbit

Above > Ethel Barrymore

I haven’t drawn digital in a month but I saw one of Yurio’s outfits for chapter 3 of KiC and ngl I couldn’t actually resist. He’s like, yah I’m fashion but also gotta be extra w the prints at the same time 

Padmé Naberrie at Varykino
Marwan & Khaled Couture, Resort 2015

What if… rather than becoming queen after serving as Princess of Theed, Padmé Naberrie volunteered for the Royal Naboo Security Forces. Becoming one of Queen Rigantona’s handmaidens after impressing Captain Quarsh Panaka with her keen mind, strong will, sharp shot with a blaster and persuasive negotiating skills. But the Blockade of Naboo still happened and the Queen, her handmaidens and staff were able to escape the Trade Federation during Fall of Theed because of the Jedi even if they were still forced to land on Tatooine due damaged hyper drive. As Queen Rigantona did not completely trust the Jedi, she ordered Padmé to accompany Qui-Gon Jinn and report his actions to her, it was here she unknowingly met her future husband in the form of young slave boy by the name of Anakin Skywalker through whom’s actions they were able to obtain a new hyper drive. For next few weeks she would take care of the boy as she promised his mother Shmi and thus got know Anakin quite well.

After the victory over the Trade Federation, Padmé would continue to serve the queen as handmaiden for rest of the monarch’s term as well as a second term after Queen Rigantona was reelected. After this Padmé decided the time was ripe to go into business for herself and began working as mercenary for hire, often function as an respective client’s bodyguard, negotiator, bounty hunter and/or spy depending on the job. She however kept into contact with her fellow handmaidens and former queen, the latter being now known as Senator Eirtaé Rigantona who reached out to Padmé for help during the vote on the Military Creation Act. Which would bring her into contact with Anakin Skywalker again…

“You look beautiful.” Anakin stated, as he watched from the door way of the the balcony.

“Thank you,” Padmé replied. “I was starting the wonder if you might not be able to make. That you were given a emergency mission of some kind.”

“Not a mission, just Obi-Wan trying to convince me too go to a retreat rather then Naboo.”

“Oh, and what did you tell him?

Anakin laughed, blue eyes flashing mischievously in the light of the setting sun. “I told him that Eirtaé convinced you to let me borrow the Lake Retreat for a week.”

“Really now,” Padmé scoffed good heartily, biting her lower lip in a attempt to muffle her laughter.

Anakin came to stand next to her, resting his body against the marble railing. “He did after he comm'ed Eirtaé to ask if you were alright with it. She replied as long as I didn’t break anything you were fine with me using the villa while you were on a mission. She just never told him what the mission was.”

She leaned against, resting her head on, or rather against his shoulder. It never ceased to surprise her how well they fit together as if it was fate, or the Force as Anakin would say. “Well I am glad you and her were able to convince him, I’ve missed you”


“He wouldn’t have been able to stop me Padmé, I am no longer a Padawan.”

“But he is art of High Council isn’t he” She inquired, lifting her head slightly to look at him.

“No,” Anakin shook his head, before he elaborated. “Just because he on the High Council does not mean he can forbid me something that does not endanger the Order.

“And choosing a friend’s villa in the quit Lake Country as a retreat is not one of them.”

He gives her a amused look and looks her in the eye. “Not without making the council sound like a hypocrite as Masters Mundi and Galia made use of Senator Organa’s offer to use his family’s ancestral lands as a retreat.”

“Ani… why Master Kenobi tried to convince to spend your leave somewhere else? Is it because I own Varykino?”

He looks at her and sighs. “It’s part of the reason, yes.”

Padmé was silent for a moment, unsure about how to continue. “Do you… do you know why he dislikes?”

“He doesn’t dislike you Padmé. More then once Obi-Wan has told me respects you and your skills.” Anakin stated.

“You can respect a person and still dislike him or her. You hate Dooku but you still respect him for his skill with a lightsaber.”

“That’s not same, Angel. I can ensure you that Obi-Wan doesn’t hate or even dislike you,” Anakin explained before adding. “he just doesn’t like the effect you have… well on me.”

[17/20] Lissa


Inspired by this post, I’m crossing fe:a girls in ulyana sergeenko’s S/S 2013 Dresses

QUEEN J! I lowkey loved Jenny’s wannabe Blair style, but even with her clever thriftiness and pawning, I’d love to know how she afforded a RED Valentino coat, Valentino bag, Moschino shoes and even Juicy Couture socks 🤔 What are your secrets little J? {s1e14 - The Blair Bitch Project} 

sooo remember when the first chapter of the victuuri devil wears prada au was supposed to be up 12 hours ago but it wasn’t because i have this condition called I’m Never Satisfied With My Drafts and I’m Endlessly Re-Writing? 

[slides u $20 so that u forget that]

[slides u chapter 1 so that maybe u’ll forgive me]

We all think that Montparnasse would wear the coolest (all-black) clothes off the runway. We might even think he would wear all of that extra af haute couture.

But what we haven’t considered is Montparnasse wearing FURRY Crocs, which just debuted during the 2017 London Fashion Week. He says he’s just ahead of the curve.