don’t know, you’re the writer, you think of something!” Laquisha shouted. “Maybe some skinny model bitch breaks her nail and believes that her career is in ruins.”
“I got the perfect stories for you,” Aisha told Lani. “You can do designer profiles, chronicling their struggles to make it in the industry. I can hook you up with some of the designers.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Laquisha told them. “You bitches work together and get my money!”
Chapter Eight
The Hamptons were known for its collection of high dollar mansions, star filled social season, and mind blowing celebrity parties. It was also known for its yachting regalia, its charity events, and its star studded fashion shows. This year's biggest show, was being held at Guild Hall, a restored five-acre estate in East Hampton Point. All of the industry’s movers and shakers would be there.
This year’s theme was Feng Shui, the ancient Chinese art and science for protection and good fortune. None other than Eric Clapton, Chris Brown, and Mary J. Blige, would be performing the first night, while Elton John, Keisha Cole, Lauren Hill, and Goapele would take center stage the second night. Wyclef Jean, George Straight, Rhianna, and Usher, would close out the third night with a bang. This year’s event was being sponsored by Imani Cosmetics, Bobbi Brown Cosmetics, Mercedes Benz, and Tanqueray.
The sponsors had spent huge sums turning Guild Hall and its corresponding acreage into a beautiful Chinese botanical paradise. Ponds had been constructed, and Chinese lanterns, vases, and screens had been placed throughout the estate. And it was all done in white.
“Gianna, your designs are off the hook!” Sterling said excitedly.
“Thank you, sir,” Gianna said, bowing slightly. She was Vespasian’s in house designer from Milan. And she had designed this year's premiere exhibits for the design house.
“I don’t know how you pulled it off,” Sterling told her. “But you and Amerigo nailed this year’s theme to the tee. When the other designers see what we have this year, they’ll be filled with envy.”
Amerigo bowed his head in modesty. He too, was one of Vespasian’s hot young Sicilian designers, working out of the company’s Milan office. He had nailed the white, cotton, double breasted men’s suits that Vespasian would be showcasing. The suits were reminiscent of the fine Italian suits worn by the famous Chicago and New York gangsters during prohibition. They were the same suits worn by the Japanese Yakuza, and Chinese mafiosos, and thus gave Vespasian the theme for their men’s line. They gave the white diamond suits, porcelain pin stripes, offsetting the base color just enough to be seen by the naked eye. They put Tommy guns in the hands of their male models, put them in some porcelain colored gators, some white diamond fedoras, and placed some fat Cuban cigars in their mouths. Vespasian also brought in some white diamond colored, nineteen twenty Lincoln Continentals for their models to ride in on. And they made sure that all of their models were Chinese. They were going to show out this season.
As wonderful as the men’s line was, the women’s line was going to be even better. Gianna had paired a white pearl Kimono type dress with flowing butterfly sleeves, with a pair of white pearl espadrilles with six inch wedges. The white pearl dresses had white porcelain colored dragons flowing over them, as well as the Chinese characters for Feng Shui. Her Chinese models also carried white silk umbrellas, with white bamboo handles that matched the dresses. Their faces were painted white, and made up in the style of the Geisha. Sterling said that she had showed her ass off with this first design.
Gianna’s second showing, was a strapless white Georgette style dress with flowing butterfly sleeves and a flowing and layered butterfly hem. The
“I got the perfect stories for you,” Aisha told Lani. “You can do designer profiles, chronicling their struggles to make it in the industry. I can hook you up with some of the designers.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Laquisha told them. “You bitches work together and get my money!”
Chapter Eight
The Hamptons were known for its collection of high dollar mansions, star filled social season, and mind blowing celebrity parties. It was also known for its yachting regalia, its charity events, and its star studded fashion shows. This year's biggest show, was being held at Guild Hall, a restored five-acre estate in East Hampton Point. All of the industry’s movers and shakers would be there.
This year’s theme was Feng Shui, the ancient Chinese art and science for protection and good fortune. None other than Eric Clapton, Chris Brown, and Mary J. Blige, would be performing the first night, while Elton John, Keisha Cole, Lauren Hill, and Goapele would take center stage the second night. Wyclef Jean, George Straight, Rhianna, and Usher, would close out the third night with a bang. This year’s event was being sponsored by Imani Cosmetics, Bobbi Brown Cosmetics, Mercedes Benz, and Tanqueray.
The sponsors had spent huge sums turning Guild Hall and its corresponding acreage into a beautiful Chinese botanical paradise. Ponds had been constructed, and Chinese lanterns, vases, and screens had been placed throughout the estate. And it was all done in white.
“Gianna, your designs are off the hook!” Sterling said excitedly.
“Thank you, sir,” Gianna said, bowing slightly. She was Vespasian’s in house designer from Milan. And she had designed this year's premiere exhibits for the design house.
“I don’t know how you pulled it off,” Sterling told her. “But you and Amerigo nailed this year’s theme to the tee. When the other designers see what we have this year, they’ll be filled with envy.”
Amerigo bowed his head in modesty. He too, was one of Vespasian’s hot young Sicilian designers, working out of the company’s Milan office. He had nailed the white, cotton, double breasted men’s suits that Vespasian would be showcasing. The suits were reminiscent of the fine Italian suits worn by the famous Chicago and New York gangsters during prohibition. They were the same suits worn by the Japanese Yakuza, and Chinese mafiosos, and thus gave Vespasian the theme for their men’s line. They gave the white diamond suits, porcelain pin stripes, offsetting the base color just enough to be seen by the naked eye. They put Tommy guns in the hands of their male models, put them in some porcelain colored gators, some white diamond fedoras, and placed some fat Cuban cigars in their mouths. Vespasian also brought in some white diamond colored, nineteen twenty Lincoln Continentals for their models to ride in on. And they made sure that all of their models were Chinese. They were going to show out this season.
As wonderful as the men’s line was, the women’s line was going to be even better. Gianna had paired a white pearl Kimono type dress with flowing butterfly sleeves, with a pair of white pearl espadrilles with six inch wedges. The white pearl dresses had white porcelain colored dragons flowing over them, as well as the Chinese characters for Feng Shui. Her Chinese models also carried white silk umbrellas, with white bamboo handles that matched the dresses. Their faces were painted white, and made up in the style of the Geisha. Sterling said that she had showed her ass off with this first design.
Gianna’s second showing, was a strapless white Georgette style dress with flowing butterfly sleeves and a flowing and layered butterfly hem. The
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