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Alexander McQueen - “SAVAGE BEAUTY” {Exhibition} #2
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[Solo] Reunion (Part One)
Next to a miscellaneous bundle of yet-to-be-used fabric, a cellphone alarm chimed as its timer ran out, signaling that it was break time for the owner. Bethany leaned back on her seat, now holding the phone in her hand and glancing at the lit screen for a short moment before shutting off the alarm. The British mutant stretched her arms over her head, sighing. Time honestly flew by whenever she was dragged into work, never sure when a minute or fifteen passed by on the clock—and before she knew it, an hour had gone by and her phone had to tell her that periodic movement of the body besides shifting slightly to sew another seam was necessary to her health and overall mortality.
She stood, rubbing the back of her neck and making her way to the kitchen down the hall, mind already set in a mode of habit. Prepare the tea, stretch, pour the tea, get a snack from the refrigerator, sit down and eat, then return to work until the next alarm sounded. The loft was strangely quiet, especially since it was going into the evening. Ramona was probably out at the moment or something like that. Beth switched on the teapot.
backstage at Oscar De La Renta
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Magdalena Frackowiak for “Pani”, September 2012, photographed by Zuza Krajewska & Bartek Wieczorek.
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Vogue Turkey September 2012 l Ph. Cuneyt Akeroglu
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Vivienne Westwood designing outfits for The London 2012 closing ceremony
[Solo] Beth/Ramona - On the Line
“You’re still up?” asked Ramona as she peeked into her sister’s sewing room. “Did they send you a big job this time?” It sure seemed like that was the case, seeing as how there were multiple nearly-done outfits placed on mannequins which were placed in rows around the room. It wasn’t really hard for the younger sibling to recognize the symbol placed on some of them, which made her eyes widen. They… were for the Institute. ‘Mona wasn’t at all upset or anything, but surprised. Had her sister always been savvy in this sort of business that she’d actually made uniforms for them?
Beth pursed her lips. “Sort of supposed to be a secret, but then again, I don’t think it could’ve been helped. I’m working on Mr. Alvers right now. Are… you okay with that?” After all, she knew the kid by name and reputation now. At one point, there had been two girls hurt by him living under her roof. For difference degrees of hurt, sure, but hurt nonetheless. But that didn’t mean she disliked him. She didn’t know him.