Monday, February 8, 2010
There were once delicate china teacups, gilded boxes filled with shimmering jewels and elegant ladies in extravagant dresses held tight with the help of the dreaded corset. Polite small talk were exchanged, dainty glances were thrown across a crowded ballroom beneath smoky lashes and intricate calling cards coupled with a certain type of flower for each day of the week signified the interest of a certain male. Life was a whirlwind of constant high class gatherings and walks in the garden. Tea parties were in; secret smiles hidden behind the flutterings of a plumed fan and "taking a walk" in the garden was the only way any couple could have any real intimacy away from the prying eyes of society. There were certain sets of rules a young lady have to follow to ensure status. One cannot be outspoken, or god forbid do anything to garnish her family name. Revealed ankles were almost as unacceptable as public nudity and the man's word was law. … Excuse me, that was centuries ago. I'm a sexy dominatrix bitch, and when i've got something to say, y' all better listen up.Who needs puffy dresses unless you’re Taylor Swift in her Love Story MV? Hello, did someone say old fashioned, much? They may be awesome for like, a costume party but please. Think of all those layers the guy has to strip you out of before he actually gets to the good part! I mean, come on. Who'd still be wanting to do the dirty after all the hard work? And to think of all those marks the corset will make on your body. I heard ribs were crushed because of those evil things. shiver. Well, I'm certainly glad I'm not from the dark ages but I am getting a little off topic. Have I mentioned where we actually are? The year is 2010, location: London? Check. New York? Uh-huh. Paris? J’adore, thank you very much. Milan? A destination must have. And Tokyo city, home to the legendary quirky Harajuku fashion, and home to the many crazy nightclubs that me and my manolos have trodden into. Life for the privileged and wealthy simply do not do garden parties anymore. The world's at our feet whenever we want it- private jets, limousines, luxury yachts. Baby you name it and we have it, and this is what I call the highlife. Introducing you to a world you've probably all heard of, but let me take you for a ride. inside it.Labels: intro
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Monday, February 8, 2010 @ 1:12 AM
There were once delicate china teacups, gilded boxes filled with shimmering jewels and elegant ladies in extravagant dresses held tight with the help of the dreaded corset. Polite small talk were exchanged, dainty glances were thrown across a crowded ballroom beneath smoky lashes and intricate calling cards coupled with a certain type of flower for each day of the week signified the interest of a certain male. Life was a whirlwind of constant high class gatherings and walks in the garden. Tea parties were in; secret smiles hidden behind the flutterings of a plumed fan and "taking a walk" in the garden was the only way any couple could have any real intimacy away from the prying eyes of society. There were certain sets of rules a young lady have to follow to ensure status. One cannot be outspoken, or god forbid do anything to garnish her family name. Revealed ankles were almost as unacceptable as public nudity and the man's word was law. … Excuse me, that was centuries ago. I'm a sexy dominatrix bitch, and when i've got something to say, y' all better listen up.Who needs puffy dresses unless you’re Taylor Swift in her Love Story MV? Hello, did someone say old fashioned, much? They may be awesome for like, a costume party but please. Think of all those layers the guy has to strip you out of before he actually gets to the good part! I mean, come on. Who'd still be wanting to do the dirty after all the hard work? And to think of all those marks the corset will make on your body. I heard ribs were crushed because of those evil things. shiver. Well, I'm certainly glad I'm not from the dark ages but I am getting a little off topic. Have I mentioned where we actually are? The year is 2010, location: London? Check. New York? Uh-huh. Paris? J’adore, thank you very much. Milan? A destination must have. And Tokyo city, home to the legendary quirky Harajuku fashion, and home to the many crazy nightclubs that me and my manolos have trodden into. Life for the privileged and wealthy simply do not do garden parties anymore. The world's at our feet whenever we want it- private jets, limousines, luxury yachts. Baby you name it and we have it, and this is what I call the highlife. Introducing you to a world you've probably all heard of, but let me take you for a ride. inside it.Labels: intro
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sierra
drop that beat honey
history
18 years ago British supermodel Gemma Rose Darling met top tier photographer Nathaniel Cordacé at a Milan fashion week afterparty. She was a mere 19 years old, and he, 27. Both were successful in their respective industries, and an innocent love bloomed between the two. They were married on impulse on a beautiful sunny day in a quaint little Italian town where Nathan was born and they were happy for a year or two, a lifetime in the fashion industry. But soon enough the inevitable spoils of the high life took its toil on the couple. They divorced two years later and each went their own respective ways, albeit not on friendly terms.
The product of this union was a little girl born during one of the happier moments in their marriage. On the 11th of March, 1992, Sierra Cordacé came into the world. She was a sunny child, but she grew up way too fast. After her divorce with Nathaniel, Gemma Rose went back into the fashion industry and recreated her image as a catwalk siren. Through the course of 16 years, she remarried seven times- all to men with one thing in common: impossibly large bank accounts. Somehow or rather, the relationships always fizzled out with a messy divorce, leaving Gemma Rose with a solid chunk of her ex-husband's grand fortune and more than enough to satisfy her expensive tastes and leaving enough to fill up her own bank account nicely without the additional income of her modeling.
So in this manner Sierra grew up. Alternating between all that is glamorous in NYC and the quintessential high life in Italy, she took everything life threw at her in her stride. Currently, she is studying for her senior year at the prestigious Woodley East highschool in New York between constant parties and events, and boys. Of course.
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adelyna
sweet little girl
history
The 17 year old heiress of international company, Delights. Founded in 1888 by Elizabeth Ilene Wenshawe, the first store opened on Lexington Avenue New York. The confectionary store was an instant hit with the locals. It soon expanded across America and when technological advances permitted, the store took root in Europe, Australia, South America, and Asia. Delights has over 5000 specialty boutiques worldwide and many high-profile, licensed distributors.
Adelyna Lee was born in Sydney Australia, December 1st 1992 while her parents were on a business trip down under. Sydney still remains one of her favourite places in the world. Her mother, Isabelle Lee (neé Wenshawe) inherited the entire Delights Empire at the tender age of fifteen when Grandfather Charlie died of a sudden heart attack. Within the next five years, she graduated high school, finished her undergraduate studies at Boston University, took over the entire family business and married Matthew Lee, a successful businessman. Adelyna, or Lyna became the product of American and Chinese-Japanese backgrounds. She received her primary education in Asia, travelling between Shanghai and Kyoto. She attended high school in Australia for three years to strengthen her English before completing her secondary schooling in New York. She plans to attend university at some stage in the near future.
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