Fashion Styles Novels & Stories

Emily was so excited that someone was at least considering her designs, but she didn't like the implications of the word. "The styles are always changing, my dear," Ruby said, lifting up one of the dresses and examining it. "This might be a really good dress, but I would make it a little more 1950s." "Really? I thought you said the styles are changing." "Yes, everything is going retro," Ruby said excitedly, "it's the 70s and 80s that are cool now, but I'm seeing signs that it's going back even more to the '50s. For those who jump on that trend before it even begins, the possibilities are unlimited."

I formed a mental note of the key points Xavier accentuated throughout his speech. "So everybody, in the golden era, clothes were considered as something to cover ourselves," I initiated, clasping both of my hands together. "But now the time has changed and so do our requirements. Clothing is considered a fashion statement. Every day the trend keeps changing so does the daily clothes we come across."

"Dominant and seductive!" Hayden flicked his hair. "Elegant and romantic!" The three spoke in unison. "You can choose from three styles!"

We entered in and one of the sales girls there greeted us. I was amazed by the beauty of the shop. It was so beautiful. There is Indian wear like saree, lehenga, salwar kameez of Punjabi style to Madhubala style. So, many designer dresses of Indian styles represent our culture, and roots, that definitive mix and all. There is Western wear too with a hint of cultural backs setting unique design for customers' peripherals. I want to buy the whole boutique. My trance was broken when that girl asked me.

He inquired, his body straightening and his hands tucked inside his pocket. "This is not my style!" I stared at him, wide-eyed. "I cannot wear such long dresses!" I nodded in denial. "What is the problem with these dresses?" He examined the dress in my hand before sharing a look with me. "They are all designer clothes!" He simply shrugged his shoulders. "I am not interested in designer clothing. " I let a sigh out "These types of clothes cause me anxiety." "I prefer comfortable clothes—so I would like to wear mine!" "Your dressing style is quite different from Victoria's!" He said this while rubbing his thumb across his forehead.

One of my teachers asked if she could put in a personal order for some blouses and a skirt, of course I said yes and it has gone from there really. I sell my stuff online and have an Etsy shop, I’ve got my own YouTube channel and outside of school and spending time with Liam, I work really hard on growing my brand. All my designs are unique and I draw a lot of my inspiration from the 1920’s and 1940’s era. My favourite for fashion. Nowadays, in my opinion everything is just way too samey. “We’ll see. I desperately want to go to Paris. I long for Paris, cafes, romantic evening strolls.”

I mumbled to myself, pulling at the train. “I take it you don’t like ball gowns.” I wasn’t expecting him to hear what I said but if we are on the subject I might just make it clear. “More like hate. I’m not a dress person. I prefer shirt and pants. More comfortable. More practical. More subtle. Basically, a world better.” “I thought as a past model and owner of a clothing brand, you liked dressing up.” “There’s a reason it’s called Comfort AND Style. Unfortunately, we don’t have ball gowns yet. I should really mention it to Rose.”

Like right now, I’m having coffee on the terrace with three rich, business ladies of our Pack. We’re trying to launch another clothing brand mainly for the elegant women of the pack, who crave the clothing style from the 90s. In simpler terms, we’re trying to come up with a clothing style not too usual, not for the Gen Zs, elegant and bold. We’re going through every single detail we will be needing for the project, ranging from the materials, texture, colors, seamstresses, partners, and even models for the launch. "Here. We made a list of the top ten models in the fashion world. Take a look," one of the women hands me a catalog.

He says faster as he walks, "It's just that you haven't tried this style before. I thought..." Mia interrupts him: "Then you can make more preparations in this direction in the future." The simple style that the designer talks about is indeed simple. They are all long skirts with smooth lines, classic black, white, dark blue, and iron gray. The skirts have fishtails, big A, flower buds, and not exaggerated puff skirts... Mia is satisfied.

The room was abuzz with anticipation, the air electric with creativity, as the crème de la crème of the fashion world gathered to showcase their latest masterpieces. Each stylist was paired with their respective designer, a dynamic duo of innovation and artistry, their collaborative genius palpable in the atmosphere. The room was a symphony of style, a kaleidoscope of colors, textures, and patterns, as the industry's top talent vied for the coveted spotlight. Layla's entrance was met with a subtle nod of acknowledgment from the assembled stylists and designers, their eyes flicking toward her with a mixture of admiration and envy. Her reputation as a fashion icon precedes her, her influence a