Runaway Wintour

Chapter 1

"Mister Julian? Mister Julian!"

Snapping from my gaze, I look over to where I was called. From the far left, I can see one of the other judges. I turn my head towards her, lifting my head from my chin slightly. I don't even know why I'm here in the first place. Due to my packed up schedule, I can't even afford to see my house. But I can see why I was called. The Wonder Fairest Awards are an important event in the entire fashion industry. Events like these are hosted by only one person. Rochelle Velvettia.

Rochelle owns the biggest fashion company in the world labeling the name: Freak Designs. Due to rumors of people bullying him during his childhood. I honestly think that his Designs focus more on gothic and Lolita aspects of life and less on the masculine side. Although The is considered feminine in most ways. And not in a good way.

Animal rights activists have attacked him for promoting fur, while other critics have charged him with using the industry to promote elitist views of femininity and beauty. Although, last year these rumors were proven to be fake, but I still believe that he uses his features to get what he wants. And I'm not the only one that shares this opinion.

The crowd had once again risen into cheer, as a male walked onto stage. He wore a puffy pink sweater, a black overall skirt with Hearts instead of buttons, and his hair was driven into a pastel pink pageboy bob hairstyle.

Rochelle.

I sat straighter, as he strutted over to the edge of the runaway, and held a microphone to his face.

"I want to begin by thanking you for inviting me to come here. It is a great honor for me to open this spring's edition of Paris Fashion Week and my latest line Tired Hearts.

As Minister for Couture and Fashion – it thrills me a lot that fashion and design now plays an equally important role with other artistic fields. For what is fashion if not an artistic and creative expression?"

He took a deep breathe.

"When I was seven years old and experienced my first days at school, I found a headband at my grannys loft. It wasn't any band, according to me, it was the most beautiful belonging one could possibly carry.

Not being like any other seven year old kid from the beginning, when sporting a pink and black to school – this was made even clearer to me by the older guys from sixth grade first thing as I entered the school yard.

That's a disgusting and ugly band! Take it off, they shouted! If you don't take it of you will be punished. And beaten up I was."

I started to relax back into my seat, and started to tilt my head in confusion. His left hand was playing with his skirt, and his fingers lightly twirled around the fringes.

"After two weeks filled with constant shouting, threats and beating my mother asked me if I was not to take of the Head piece.

I told her the truth. The band was quite misfitting, but still warm and still it was not as beautiful as I first considered it to be but that I could not take it off since this would mean that others decided for me what to wear and what not to wear. With pride I kept on carrying the damn band until it had to be washed and then went into two pieces.

I believe fashion is a form of a universal language which allows constructing and deconstructing our identities, to play whatever role we want by shaping our look to show certain attitudes or values. It's always been amazing to me how quickly a piece of clothing can change how I feel, how I hold myself, and even how I act."

He set the microphone down, and the crowd started to applaud.

He laughed and smiled, before the host came into stage, and started to announce the winners of the awards. Rochelle took his seat next to me and the female judge, and looked forward with a smile.

I stared at him for a good 2 minutes, before he turned his head and smiled at me. I turned my head forwards once again, as the music started an upbeat. I was aware that he was still staring at me, but I chose to ignore it.

"Alright, I just wanted to thank everyone that came here, it really means a lot to us. Now for the moment you all have been waiting for: The Award Shows!"

Once again the crowd erupted into a sea of applause.

"For our first award: Best Known" She continued "Our nominees are: Allison, Jo-Jo, and O'Hara!"

More applause, as I chose to stay quiet. It's always been my dream to have an award. I've always been 2nd. It'd be a nice change to be first for once.

"And the winner is: O'HARA!"

I started to clap loudly. O'Hara is a small petite male, who commonly is seen around the streets of Paris, usually wearing an oversized sweater, making a strap an eye candy to most dudes. O'Hara walked onto stage, and waved. He accepted the award into hand, and he started to splice a speech.

"I just wanted to thank you all. You've all been very supporting for Doot Castle! I believe that more people are deserving for this award, so I just wanted to give this to my best friend. Who always came in second, but always was a good sport. I want to give this...to Julian Vionnet"

I paled. He actually wanted to give the award to me? The crowd stared to cheer, as I timidly walked onto the runway. Every eye was one me, as I hugged O'Hara and took the award. I smiled gratefully as everyone clapped and cheered.

I looked back at the judge table, and Rochelle was clapping at a lighting speed.

I was so happy that night.

A/N:
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Hello my Kuweens! I feel like this chapter was sorta rushed, and I kinda feel like it doesn't really make much sense. I'll try to improve my writing, but Rochelle's outfit to the side!
                -Celestia