Fashion Styles Novels & Stories

“Whatever Cactus. Can you just get all the dresses and go inside the fitting room already?” This demanding baboon. That's what I did. I lift my chin up to push the entire clothesline in the fitting room and put on each dress one by one. I go out for them to see and sometimes I regret doing it because of the sharpness of this monkey's tongue, you hear a lot that is not good. “What's that Clyne. You seem to have lacked fabric in your clothes,” Tsong commented. “It's what you call style, Vince. That's the trending right now don't you know?” his friend replied.

I began tentatively, "what are your thoughts on fashion?" At my words, Calla's eyes lit up, and I could see a spark of interest in her gaze. "Oh, I love fashion," she said excitedly. "I think it's a great way to express yourself and your personality." I smiled at her enthusiasm, happy to have found a topic that she was passionate about. "What's your favorite fashion trend?" I asked her, genuinely curious. Calla thought for a moment before answering. "I really love the boho-chic look," she said, "with flowy dresses, bold prints, and statement jewelry. It's a great way to look stylish and comfortable at the same time."

With the almost Identical matching sleeveless tuxedo, it was a faded jeans blue and it complimented and really brought out the color of her hair, making it pop. If I was to describe her style, it was going to be more of artistic and less of chaotic but the rich were mostly conservatives and they cared more about how they would look than how they actually want to look, they have enough money to damn the society yet they still give flying f*cks about what they think. "You like??" She teased, sending a quick wink my way and I felt a little hit rise to my cheeks staining it. I didn't bother to look away though because I knew the cold was going to fade and my skin would be back to normal.

Everything related to fashion, he was the best person to speak to. I zoned out as Oli continued to stream off the new and legendary designers that would be showcased, including Balmain, Dior and Paco Rabanne. His excitement knew no bounds as he listed off his new favourites and who would be featured on the next front page of his family’s magazine. “So are you coming?” He asked joyfully. “To Paris?” I frowned. “No, St Tropez! Haven’t you been listening?” “Hmm…” I refused to answer fully, he could probably tell my mind was elsewhere judging from the lightness of his voice.

Then dozens more. Mood boards. Fabric samples. Historic references. Architectural photographs. Colour palettes. Ancient paintings. Japanese ceramics. Italian marble. French tailoring. Roman frowned. "I thought this was clothing." Isabella looked at him. "It is." He pointed towards a photograph of a cathedral. "Then why is there a church?" Without missing a beat, she answered. "Because fashion is storytelling." The room became quiet. She stood, walking slowly towards the screen. "This." She pointed towards the cathedral. "Is vertical movement?"

He pressed a button, and the glass doors of the wardrobe, previously opaque, turned transparent. "Yes, Sir," Alethea replied. Helen had indeed explained everything—about fabric types, styles of clothing, when to wear what, and which accessories matched each outfit. To be honest, Alethea, who was used to changing clothes only two or three times a day, had never thought about when to wear silk, when to wear cotton, and so on. For her, clothes fell into simple categories: uniforms (whether for school or work), casual clothes, pajamas, and party clothes—which she had never actually worn, as she had never attended a party in her life.

"How long has it been since I tried to have fun?" Cass asked herself when she got free time after the show. As usual, it was a success, and all people who watched were satisfied to see the collection of Arturia. Her quirk of using weird styles as patterns for her clothes caught the interest of fashion enthusiasts. Let's add to the fray her employer who likes to decide on the spot on which model should wear the clothes. Their combo made their business prosper in a few years.

she asked while scanning me from head to toe. I cleared my throat and took a deep breathe before I spoke. “F-For me, fashion is, fashion is like a person’s personality. It tells us who we are by the way we dress, it helps us to express ourselves without saying a word to anyone. Fashion itself changes over time, based on what is currently happening, depending on what people in a particular era wants. People have different taste in fashion just like how they have different personalities, that’s why we can’t just say that a person is a lame dresser just because she wears dresses like rags. I think, fashion is unique, and so every person is unique because they have different taste in it.” My han

Her presence was like a steady anchor in the midst of all the chaos. The catalog was a treasure trove of ideas, each page showcasing a different look. From classic updos to modern, edgy styles, the options were endless. The makeup designs ranged from natural, understated looks to bold, dramatic ones. Each style was meticulously detailed, making it clear that a lot of thought and creativity had gone into them.

She added. I looked at and smiled. “Sure. I’ll consider that, too.” I smiled at her. “Thank you. You all worked hard,” I told her. She smiled and left for her job. “Thanks, Shan,” she said last. I smiled and looked at the designs. These are all good. Most of them, I have seen Hollywood personalities wear. Some are patterned with some of the trending clothes nowadays. We all know that fashion is forever changing, and so with music—as what Kristoff told me the last time we talked about our jobs—so, people needed to be updated with the mainstream right now.