fashion industry {italy andrade} (covergoddess) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-10 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | annika moore, fashion industry |
WHO : Fashion Industry & Open
WHEN : Late Afternoon
WHERE : Apple Store
WHAT : Shopping. Of course.
Fashion was out doing one of the things she spent most afternoons doing; shopping. The bombshell goddess didn't go about the act the way most people did. For most people shopping involved carrying heavy bags, trying things on, putting them back, blah blah blah. ABSOLUTELY NOT! She came, she saw, she left orders for what she saw to be sewn up in exactly her size and sent to her apartment. It was much quicker and allowed her to cover far more ground every day than she would going in and out of fitting rooms. That was much too tedious for the impatient divinity.
The last stop on her agenda for that day with the Apple Store in uptown Manhattan. Fashion didn't usually bother with electronics, but she'd seen an advertisement on the tele for one she'd just absolutely had to have. She stood over the case that contained said electronic, an almost paper thin Macbook Air in gleaming silver. Her exhausted personal assistant stood at her left, looking dubious.
"Mrs. Andrade." The woman said carefully. "Is this really a nessesary purchase?"
The goddess cast the mortal an imperious look, tossing her dark brown sheaf of hair. “Of course it is, darling. I need to very best technology, you know. I'm an extremely important woman. I know everything and everyone. Hello, all the mags, it’s all old news to me, darling, because I was there, wasn’t I? I’m on the cusp! I’m the cutting edge! Anyway, you wouldn’t know a thing about it, sweetie, with that cocoon of dullness wrapped around you. The closest you get to the cutting edge is when you nick yourself with a razor. Whereas, I… I am the all-seeing eye, sweetie!”
"But, you already have a laptop. Do you really need another?"
“It’s not just a regular laptop, sweetie.” Fashion chastised. She tapped a finger against the case. “It’s a system, darling. A system. A MacBook Air, darling. It does a lot more than an ordinary laptop and it cost tons more, too, let me tell you. It does everything a computer does, sweetie… and more.”
“Like what?” The woman sighed.
Fashion made a vague, dismissive gesture with her hand. “Well, just… more. It can… make toast or something, probably, I don‘t know. But it's very expensive and Charlie Rose destroyed his face to save his, so I must have one. Don’t look at me like that, sweetie. Just go have them ring one up for me. In pink, darling!”
She shooed her assistant along with a flutter of her hand and the young woman trudged off to do her bidding, looking a bit hopeless as she went. Fashion trounced away from the case to go inspect the ipod line up. She couldn't say she was fond of the new longer, leaner ipod nanos. They weren't all that cute in her opinion. The Touches though, they were scrumshious, she decided, playing with the screen of one on display.