Fashion Fades, Style is Eternal

[Cozy]

Chewing on the eraser of his pencil for a few moments, Carter spread out his sketches over the wide table on which he was working. Well, he hadn't finished too many of them, but the ones he had had turned out decently enough. Now just to finish the last ones and color the batch.

...He let out a tiny sigh. Well, that would take all night. Some days he wished he wasn't such a serial procrastinator. Then maybe he wouldn't have to jam so many sketches into a coffee-drenched binge night to make deadlines. But c'mon! It's not like he could have missed the Indie-Folk open mic in Chimera, or that big sale on unsold materials at the art store, or the new Impressionism exhibit at the museum, or...

...Well, all right, maybe he had overdone it with the fun. But it had all been worth it! He glanced down at the designs once more. He hadn't filled in any of the makeup detailing yet, either, but he'd been told to wait on the girl who was supposed to be designing the show makeup for that. He looked up towards the clock. 'Least he wouldn't have to wait long, she was due in pretty soon.

[Princess Katie]

“Am I late? Sorry, sorry. I always forget what a haul it is to get to Dreamland,” Genevieve called as she breezed in, a flurry of black drapery against the cheery Dreamland sun. Somehow, she made layers upon layers of black veiling look chic, mostly due to her lovely addition of a bright turquoise parasol and huge, glamorous sunglasses. Crawford Kennedy, her two-headed terrier and constant companion, was set down on the floor of the studio as Genevieve began to systematically disrobe all of her sun-proof garments. Beneath the mass of black were a prim hot-pink pencil-skirt and a turquoise sweater, accessorized with beads of a mustard yellow that matched her heels perfectly.

Genn was no great artist and she was not living under the illusion that she was. What she was, however, was a style icon of the Isle and her input was held in rather high regard in the fashion world. Leather jackets and zebra-print tights surged into popularity during her little black-sheep-of-the-family, oh-so-rebellious month-long social experiment. So, the Princess wasn’t exactly surprised when she was invited to create the makeup looks for this show, but she sure was flattered, humble little thing that she is.

“Hi,” she greeted as she sat across the table from Carter. She would’ve shaken his hand, but he looked busy. “I’m Genn Ira, I’m here to do the makeup?”