Post by Blaise Park on Jan 30, 2011 22:26:04 GMT -5
Blaise stretched languidly across the sofa in the student lounge, his nose buried deep in various magazines. Now, Blaise wasn't exactly the sort to obsess over fashion -- his mother did that enough for both of them -- and it wasn't like he had any problems with lack of clothing, but back when he lived in Paris, shopping had more or less been a weekly occurrence for him. And no matter how much he pretended he didn't care about whether he was wearing Walmart clothing or Alexander McQueen, Blaise missed the retail therapy. He was starting to go crazy.
He could have gone shopping over spring break, he supposed, but then it had just been Blaise and Rhys, and Blaise got the rather distinct impression that Rhys was not the right brand of gay to enjoy bonding over clothing, at least when said clothing wasn't in the process of being removed. Which, really, was just fine by Blaise. The last time he tried to go on a date with any male who knew anything about fashion, he heard nothing the entire night but glowing praise of his mother and her work, and Blaise had ended up dragging the guy into a Hot Topic and abandoning him with a rather androgynous-looking mohawked person named Reggie.
Needless to say, Blaise and fashion had kind of a love-hate relationship. Mostly because Blaise and his mother had kind of a love-hate relationship.
He sighed at the Vogue spread in front of him, then flipped to the next page. "How the hell did that outfit make the 10 Best Dressed list?" he groaned. "It looks like she's wearing curtains."
He could have gone shopping over spring break, he supposed, but then it had just been Blaise and Rhys, and Blaise got the rather distinct impression that Rhys was not the right brand of gay to enjoy bonding over clothing, at least when said clothing wasn't in the process of being removed. Which, really, was just fine by Blaise. The last time he tried to go on a date with any male who knew anything about fashion, he heard nothing the entire night but glowing praise of his mother and her work, and Blaise had ended up dragging the guy into a Hot Topic and abandoning him with a rather androgynous-looking mohawked person named Reggie.
Needless to say, Blaise and fashion had kind of a love-hate relationship. Mostly because Blaise and his mother had kind of a love-hate relationship.
He sighed at the Vogue spread in front of him, then flipped to the next page. "How the hell did that outfit make the 10 Best Dressed list?" he groaned. "It looks like she's wearing curtains."