JAILERS FASHION DIARY #2

"Take it or leave it" I snarled as I pushed the fastened envelope across the table. Three dire looking men in business suits quickly glanced at each other before one of them turned to me and nodded, "We'll get back to you". Nimka's icy glare pierced the three musketeers, now in possession of my business proposition for VIS, from the corner of the room. "I look forward to your call" I smirked, as I uncrossed my legs, sounding a "clank" from my Tingeling Midnight Black Heels as they hit against the chrome table leg. I got up from my chair, following Nimka out of the minimalist high-end office, spinning on my heel right before I leave; "You have 24 hours to respond".

We rushed out of the skyscraper building, almost tangling my Archive Idoru Skirt in the revolving doors. Luckily, it survived. Clambering into an UberX, Nimka tilts her head to me, "Do you think they will take it?". Stretching out my legs, which were sheerly covered by a pair of Voile Pantyhose, I replied "They will if they want to make any money this quarter". We both erupted into a frightening boom of laughter. Whizzing around the corner, I demand the driver to stop; I needed to call into Saks to grab a new Naked 2 eyeshadow palette. Nim waited in the backseat, generously applying Swarovski crystals to the back of her new iPad as I shopped. Feeling flustered by the reality of not having sunglasses or a similar disguise, I knew this was about to be a stressful experience. I adjusted the neck of my LE Sashed Blouse before hurrying to the Urban Decay counter. The lady behind the counter whirled around to greet me, only to be left gawping at the sight she had confronted. "Look" I said, spying around me to see if anyone else had witnessed my presence, "I'm just here to pick up a Naked 2 palette, I'm in a rush", my Voile Black Silver Buckle Belt clinking on the side of the perspex countertop. "Right away" she scurried. I stood waiting while Sarah the makeup artist fumbled around in several drawers larger than herself. I tapped my nails on the counter impatiently. "Oh my God!" I heard yelled in the distance, squinting to see what all the commotion was about. Two quirky dressed teenagers approached me at unnatural speeds, grinning like cheshire cats. "Can we have your autograph? I'm in love with your work!". I politely rolled my eyes. I was once like them, a subject of my idols. "Of course" I laughed, reaching over the makeup counter to find a pen. I scribbled my name across two glossy issues of X Magazine and smiled widely, handing them back to the fashionable twosome. "Thank you so much!" they squealed. Then almost out of nowhere, Sarah slid an eyeshadow palette towards me and I quickly reached for my purse. I practically ran out of the store, throwing the pen back onto the countertop after paying for my cosmetics, praying I didn't run into anybody else who had read a magazine in the past 3 years. Tumbling back into the Uber, I flinched as a bright object was shone in my face. "Jailer, it's them!" announced Nimka, holding an iPhone in front of her. My fate was sealed.


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Below are all of the items I used in todays fashion diary entry;

(L-R; Voile Pantyhose, Archive Idoru Skirt, Voile Black Silver Buckle Belt, DKNY Black Sash (to further shape belt), LE Sash Blouse, Tingeling Midnight Black Heels, It Girls Skirt (to further shape other skirt),  and Fallen Angel Heavyweight Black Platforms (to elevate heels)

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JAILERS FASHION DIARY #1

It's not every day that you wake up on the floor of Alexander Wang's NYC penthouse apartment, the taste of $200 tequila still burning the back of your throat. I stumbled up and grabbed my LE Tassled Bucket Bag, fumbling through countless loose cigarettes and crumpled up business cards, I took out my iPhone 6S+ (in Space Grey), which read the time 11:52am. Shit! I threw on my ELLE Modern Blazer and toppled out of the door, into the elevator - the Archive Gold Chains hand-sewn into my bag clashed against the mirrored interior. I quickly checked my reflection - God bless Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray! I hurried out of the building, my Rio Chicas Leggings making a frantic swishing sound as I pounced through the sliding glass doors. Waves of yellow cabs fill the roads, the tune of honking horns and foul-mouthed road rage chime through the avenue, it looks like I'm walking. I let out a deep sigh and spark up a crooked cigarette. The chalked city pavement played instrumentally with the click-clack of my Elizabeth & James Ankle Boots as I whisked down the street towards my studio. With no time to waste, I threw my half done Marlboro menthol to the ground and stomped it out, receiving nothing less than a brutal lashing from a passing environmentalist. Fuck off, I'm busy. My Decades Coco High Waisted Skirt ruffled in the spring breeze, I weaved between commuters and magazine kiosks like a hectic blackbird racing towards distant silver. As my studio building came into sight, I was speeding up my pace. The sun beat down on my black fabric clad self, at this point I was totally regretting layering up an IT Girls Stardoll Polo with a DKNY Black Longsleeve Shirt - I was sweltering! Suddenly, a gleaming figure appeared in the distance, loitering outside the X Visual Space Studios - I was certainly in trouble now. I hoisted up my bag strap and mentally prepared for my second verbal beating of the day. Finally arriving at the front door I was met by a flustered Nimka, tugging off her Prada gloves, "You're late!" she chirped.

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Below are all of the items I used in today's fashion diary entry;

(L-R; Elle Modern Blazer, LE Tassled Bucket Bag, DKNY Black Longsleeve Shirt, IT Girls Stardoll Black Polo, Archive Gold Chains, Decades Coco High Waisted Skirt, Bonjour Bizou Belt (used as transition between both tops), Evil Panda Miniskirt (used to shape blazer), Rio Chicas Leggings, and Elizabeth & James Ankle Boots) 

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