she was the new girl in town. she had it all figured out.

VOTS tryout: round one
model: lara stone
top items used: eight
i used the carven jumper, maison scotch jumper, malene birger blazer, maison martin margeila dress, and chanel bracelet to create the dress.
i used the mulberry bag and michael kors tunic to create the bag.
and i used the rose petal swimsuit to decorate the shoes.
 
i was inspired by muse, lara, and how she embodies that classic 1950's housewife. i tried to create a modern housewife. doing dishes by day, kicking ass by night.

any tv show suggestions? all genres welcome :)
 
i just finished watching the first season of "the face"
naomi campbell = goddess,
kind of a disappointing winner & prize
and i cannot wait for the second season!!

*credit to camille for the dolls
 
hey everyone, it's michèle! this year school was crazy, but i'm relieved it is summer. if anyone feels like talking, feel free to comment or private message me <3

To fellow friends and roleplayers and co-mods and what not, I'm leaving today to go to my hometown, Aubagne for five weeks, my parents computer is ridiculously slow and I'll mostly be over at my friend’s house, so I'll barely be on, but if I am. It'll just be for updates and messages, so..
 
@mademoibelle: I already messaged you. I put up this weeks events and I can make another one so you're not swamped with work. You're an amazing mod, I'm know you'll keep ESE alive!
 
@mademoibelle (again), @haute-hippie, @high-fashionista: A.k.a Samantha, Miranda, and Carrie ;) You guys can start SATC w/ out me, I'll catch up when I come or during my trip, I promise.
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@thatporcelaindoll: By the way, I keep typing 'the' and then realizing it's 'thatporcelaindoll' hahah. This set is randomly dedicated to you. I just saw it rotting in our drafts and just added pictures of NYC and Paris. I love you babe, have fun doing all the opportunities you get this summer. <9
 
@cestmiriam: HAVE FUN IN OXFORD, OK? I'm positive it'll be just as amazing as last time, if not better. And when I come back tell me all about it, I'll miss you Mir and love you so much!!!
 
Thank you for being understanding and I'm going to miss you all <3
 
xxMich

Serena, ESE.
 
Tuesday: Blair is hosting a small welcome back gathering for Serena. Meet up at Barneys @ 12 and we'll walk around 5th Ave. We'll stop and get lunch and then later we'll head back to Blair's penthouse to have frozen yogurt and watch Breakfast at Tiffanys.
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Ironically no story, but comment if you want to include regularly in Serena's stories as friends or enemies.

Serena, ESE.
collab with @mademoibelle
 

An inviting air-conditioned slap in the face welcomed me as I entered the lobby of The Palace hotel, it was grand, to say the least. Adorned with suspending chandeliers, almost like larger than life Tiffany earrings, the cold tile floor was perfect to lie during a hot day, and the curtains were detailed with such style and care, almost like a gigantic Lanvin dress. I immediately thought of Blair and how I was actually supposed to meet her here. Knowing her, it was some cruel joke, but I didn’t care. If I just had some time to explain myself without Nate, and with her new friends, I knew things would get closer to be alright. Blair’s one of those people, she goes out to be complex, spontaneous, full of mysterious like Holly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, walking in asking what she can buy with a budget of ten dollars. But that’s not Blair. And if it was, I’d fucking hate her. Blair’s the sarcastic, in style, chick-flick loving sap, there’s realism to that Blair, the Blair that doesn’t have her guards up with her ‘minions’ blocking. Walking apprehensively towards the bar, I shifted in my leather pants, playing the possible horrible outcomes that could happen in my head. As I saw Blair, wearing her “I don’t give a sh*t” outfit; A black cardigan, her golden charm bracelet, and jeans. She was pissed but at the same time, why did she invite me. I gave Blair enough credit to see that public humiliation doesn’t affect me anymore. Posture, as straight as can, legs crossed, Blair was tugging on her sweater while eating olives from a bowl. I quickly walked over with a smile in my eyes, and nudged her,
 
“Hey B” Sounds of scratching a chalk board, children screams, anything and everything awful couldn’t par to the amount of suspense rushing through me as Blair slowly and demonically turned around,
 
“Hello Serena, don’t you look dolled up,” she said in coy smirk. Before I could respond, the bartender, glanced at me and said,
 
“Sorry but, you look familiar, are you a Van der Woodsen?”
 
I responded with a nod, “Why do you ask?”
 
“I knew it,” she grimaced, “ I hooked up with your older brother Erik, shame he enlisted in the military.”
 
I did my best to contain not laughing, I’d never thought I’d meet one of Erik’s one night stands, especially not one who actually believed the lies he made up to get rid of them.
 
“Drinks for the two of you? You’re underrage, but it’ll be on the house, and our little secret. Just because Erik was THAT good.” She grinned. And with that I shook my head no, with the urge to vomit.
 
“I don’t have all day.” Blair scoffed, I rolled me eyes, getting really tired of this.
 
“What’s the point,” I muttered in defeat with an attempted smile, not really knowing what else to do or say.
 
“Don’t be sad, Serena,” Blair laughed, “I don’t see any point either, I got all dolled up for you, smacked on a red lip, courtesy of YSL. And I was hoping we could get some closure.”
 
I almost lost it right there and there,
 
“CLOSURE?!” I spat out as Blair’s eyes got wide, signaling me to be quiet, “And since when did you start calling me Serena, too? What happened to you when I left.”
 
“Only wonderful things, my dad moved to France…with another made, so I have a second home, my mom lost 40 pounds, an eyelift, and met a new guy, Tyler’s doing good in school, I think. I made three best friends, and I’m going out with Nate. And with you back, I’d love to have you as…acquaintances?”
 
“Your dad and your mom…”I sputtered, “I mean congrats, but” I began before being interrupted,
 
“But there’s something wrong, it has to be turned into a negative. Listen Serena, I do this because I love you. And seeing you at my party just killed me in every single aspect.” Blair clenched, “You are scum, and at least scum can admit to being scum, you acted like you have changed. I don’t like this fake façade you put, I know you have a natural ability to just come and whisk everything away, like Isabel, Kati, Rain, and Nate. I just had enough of it when my own MOTHER said I should be like you. A drugged up, slutty mess on legs who goes off to ‘boarding school’ for attention and comes back, no Serena, just no.” And Blair broke down, barely holding herself up. Tears streamed through my eyes, the words hurt, as did people’s judging glares, but seeing B liked this, killed me.
 
“Just take off the sweater, maybe it’s preventing you from breathing,” I suggest.
 
“Calling me fat? Ha, love you bitchh.” Blair snapped, slipping out of her black cardigan, revealing a tank top. Mine. The one that I gave to her in middle school that was WAY too big for her. It went down to her knees then. Just that memory put my racing heart at ease.
 
“I don’t want things to be like this,” I muttered as Blair sipped the drink of water the bartended gave her.
 
“Neither do I.” she said deadpan.
 
“So,” I began, “What really happened when I left?”
 
“I had no one there for me when my dad LEFT my mom, she had a nervous breakdown, Tyler and I had to move out to our grandparents. No one, not even Nate could help me the way you could.” Blair sniffled, “That’s the glamorous version, to say the least.”
 
“Blair, I’m really sorry to hear that.” Was all I was capable to say.
 
“I could tell, considering how you weren’t even there the entire time it was happening.” She snapped.
 
“I just HAD to get out, I mean Boarding school was – “I began and was interrupted, yet again.
 
“The funny thing is, I don’t even know why you went to boarding school. Do you even know how it felt like hearing from your mom, ‘Oh didn’t you hear, Serena moved to Massachusetts?”
 
“You don’t understand, I had to, no – I NEEDED to get away from everyone and everything. Just please, trust me.” I pleaded, ready to get down on my knees and beg. But Blair showed no change in expression.
 
“How can I trust you when I feel like I don’t even know you.”
 
“We can fix that,” I beamed, “I get the life you have in school and I get it, and I would never take that away from you.”
 
“Because it’s just yours to take it if you wanted to.” Blair said, each words like a stiletto stab in the chest. I saw no hope, no progress, no chance in ever regaining Blair’s trust.
 
“I just miss it, I miss you. Adventures on the French country side, night swimming at Constance’s pool, laughing at people who we didn’t know at a party thrown by someone we didn’t even know.” I poured out, and Blair let out a chuckle, a sign of hope, “Plus, we’re sisters B.”
 
“Well you missed a lot, but you’re here now.” She said lightly, slowly putting her guards down. I smiled, exhaled, the weight has been lifted off my shoulder, the Blair I loved was back, “And it’s a shame you weren’t properly welcomed back to the Upper East Side.”
 
“That has to change,” I giggled.
 
“It does, I’m throwing you a party,” Blair said coyly, eating an olive. I grinned, my face could explode from the constant smiling, just to see things were getting close to normal. Then again things weren’t normal, even when I was here.

Serena, ESE.
 
Monday (Important): We’ve been hearing rumours and regardless of them being the truth or gossip, we’re all heading to the Waldorf Astoria; penthouse suite. Where none other than Blair and her girls are throwing and end of the year party, it’s time to hookup, get wasted, have fun and look hot doing it all. And if S really is coming back, it’s going to oozing with rising tensions and hopefully a good old fashion, bitchfight.
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With that monumental step off the train and onto the platform of the Grand Central Station, the train whisked off in a hurry. Too fast for me to say goodbye, or hop back on and go back to boarding school. Was I seriously worrying over what my friends would think? I’m obviously stressing myself out; Blair, Nate, and even Chuck are the only people who matter to me and they’re great enough people to understand that I left because, I simply had to. And if I thought, stepping back to New York City was difficult, according to Gossip Girl’s latest blasts, I’m screwed.
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hey people!
Isn’t bad timing perfect? Especially in a scenario like this. While everyone is a B’s penthouse party, hosed by the Queen herself along with her minions, S is making her dramatic entrance BACK to the Upper East Side. S is back, the resident jaded it-girl, who tried to play hide and seek with me, but obviously gave up, because she’s back. And just as B’s feeling all high and mighty throwing her little party, S just has to fuck shitt up by coming back. Perfect timing, S, can’t wait to see all your reactions, check the pictures of her at the Grand Central Station below. It’s going to a wild and wicked summer, I can just smell it.
Love,
Gossip girl
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The last person I need to piss off is Blair, but I’m not here to steal the spotlight like the attention whoree GG is making me out to be. I stopped by vintage Givenchy suitcase and sat on it, my jeans were reeking of yesterday’s stress sweat and the rim of sweater was damp from my tears. I was done worrying about problems that haven’t even occurred yet, I having a hot dress and killer heels in my luggage, I’ll sneak in the Blair’s cute little ‘penthouse party’ say hi to her and Nate and just slip out and just have a night to myself. I hailed a cab as I exited to train station and was engulfed in the brisk night air and rummaged through my bag of last year’s clothes that didn’t fit and felt like the old Serena. With arriving, I want to reinvent myself. I’m sure Blair has changed to, I just shifted in my shoes just thinking about catching up with her over biscotti, in either one of our foyer’s, whether it be, our Hepburn movie marathon, or applying makeups, giving drag queens a run for the money. I just missed Blair and felt awful, leaving her…without notice. God, I hope she isn’t pissed, but I feel we’ll both be too happy to see each other to be pissed. The wheels screeched to an abrupt stop in front of Blair’s luxury apartments and I stepped out, lugging my baggage and dress, tights, and heels in my hands I was going to change for the party. Glares of incoming guests seared through me, I kept walking faster, ignoring the shocked faces of people I don’t even know. After going to the stalls and changing into my outfit, rather déclassé, I entered the elevator. It took me a few seconds to remember B’s floor number, but it soon came to me along with other memories, but I kept on track and pressed the button. Being whisked up the highest floor, I walked apprehensively to Blair’s suite, putting up a cool and collection front. Grasping, the golden knob, I pushed it forward to a hectic scene. Of people getting ready about to eat and some stopped what they were doing to stare in shock. And my fixated glare caused to catch Blair snapping at a little busty brunette middle schooler,
 
“You know, just because you might've done invites for my last party DOES NOT mean that you can suddenly show up here making a fatty of yourself."
 
And in less than a few seconds, Chuck had a hold of the wide-eyed waifish girl, and I was witnessing this spectacle for too long, with much concentration to realize the gasps and turns of head and with a few blinks, I zoned back to reality. By now, Blair had walking away, leaving a trail of bread and appetizers she picked up and dragged Nate by the arm and went towards her room.
 
“Blair!” I called over, rushing towards her as fast I could in my heels. And with that, she made Nate hold the food, and calmly turned towards me,
 
“What do you want?” she said deadpan, looking a little irritated.
 
“Well, I’m…” I began, before getting caught off by one of Blair’s new friends
 
“You’re back, no shit.” She sneered, petting her main of chocolate brown hair. I rolled my eyes in response.
 
“That’s Rain, if you didn’t pull you’re disappearance stunt for attention, you two might have gotten to know each other better.” Blair spat out.
 
“Wait, what?” Was all I was capable of saying, my face rushed with red, knowing where this was going. And the infamous whispers from the people in the crowds, poured in.
 
“What I never got was why she did it, she was on her peek. Best friends with Blair and fuck buddies with golden boy, why leave it all?”
 
“It’s obviously because she got pregnant?”
 
“Just like my tolerance for you being here right now; I’m going to make this short,” Blair said, her eyes capturing a demonic glare, “You’re like the Balenciaga Motorcycle Bag and I’m a Chanel 2.55, you may have been on every celebrity’s crook of their arm a few years ago, but I’ll always be in style and do it with class. Now leave, go home S, I’m saying this as a friends, and I’m keeping things civil.”
 
Every single word was so petty, and so middle school. If anyone else uttered them, I would have scoffed. But coming from Blair and I could see she really didn’t want me at her party, or in the city for that matter. I just nodded my head, turned in my heels and slowly walked off, the room slowly regaining its motion and sound it had before I came. I’m obviously not wanted, as of now at least. I came back to stay and if that meant laying low to make everyone happy then so be it. But I give everyone credit to be smart enough to know I’m a comeback queen, I’ll rise to where I belong. And it’s not even important whether I’m on top the social ladder, that’s Blair’s angle, I could care less. I just want my old friends back; Blair (when she’s not PMSing), Nate, even Chuck, and I’d love to try to get to know Blair’s new monkeys she calls friends. But as of now, it’s raining, I’m pissed, and I’m friendless. I lit up a cigarette and sit on the curb on a sidewalk, spending the rest of my night there in solitude.
 
Included (@mademoibelle, @haute-hippie, @high-fashionista)

UES, Intro.
Collection (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1605766)
 
Serena Celia Van der Woodsen
Age: 18
Year: Junior
Bio: When this mess of blonde hair and mile-long legs storm in, you know to hide your boyfriend and makes sure she doesn’t know what dress you’re wearing to the MoMA’s annual gala. Making her fabulous, yet unexplained entrance in New York, after an enigmatic disappearance, Serena is back. Hidden over here messy, wavy blonde curls and her secrets jammed in the bottom of her endless vintage Chanel bag. Rumors are circulating around Serena more than ever. Drama doesn't follow this girl, it rides on her back. And the girls of Constance Billard, Blair to be specific, are not exactly ready to give the savory spotlight to Serena. But it seems too late, when she already has heartthrob and Blair’s boyfriend, Nate Archibald, trying to reach her for some time to talk. But despite the gossip about Serena sleeping with anything in her field of view, she’s only slept with Nate over the summer of tenth grade. Daughter of a profound owner of a Dutch shipping firm and chauvinistic socialite, Serena is pampered and accustomed to getting what she desires, whether it’s with her wealth or charismatic laid-back charm. She’s the threat and target of every bitchy girl at Constance and the heroin of ever Freshman. She’s called boring and remarkable at the same time, and even Constance faculty talk about how she sits in class, cutting her hair and biting her nails, never reaching her full potential. For whatever reason she came back, we know S is back and with her drawing more stares than a warehouse sale at Barney’s, Blair will go to all extents to make sure Serena is completely and utterly irrelevant.
Model: Mathilde Frachon
Taken by: @urban-barbie
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