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judy smith Apr 2017
It’s the tail end of fashion week in Paris, the busiest week of the year for fashion buyers.

When I meet Clodagh Shorten, owner of Samui, the game-changing boutique that put Cork on the fashion map, she’s already been here four days and is on her tenth buying appointment — there’ll be at least another five before she leaves in a couple of days time.

These appointments, private bookings with designers, allow her to get up close and personal with the clothes that have just been showcased on catwalks.

She’s deciding which pieces will best suit her customers.

Today, we meet at Schumacher, the stunning German label known for its easy chic look.

A beautiful white space, with lush cream velvet sofas, bare walls and white rails (nothing here to distract from the main event — the clothes), this room, prime space in Paris, is rented by the designer year-round just so they have the right venue to sell at Fashion Week.

It gives some indication of the power Fashion Week wields.

Clodagh is here with her right-hand woman, Samui manager Mary-Claire O’Sullivan.

There are two rails — the keepers and the ‘ones that got away’.

They’ve already seen this collection in London.

Today they are here to fine-tune.

This is unusual, Mary-Claire explains — at most appointments, they are seeing the clothes for the very first time.

“This is a big spend,” they tell me, and they’ll stay as long as they need “to get it right”.

Piecing together a collection is something akin to a jigsaw puzzle.

All the items are photographed — later they will be analysed back in the apartment they rent during Fashion Week.

The mix has to be right.

So the coats, a sleeveless waistcoat, are moved to the rail on the right.

They won’t make it to Cork.

Coats were already picked up this morning at another appointment.

Like I said, a jigsaw puzzle.

Two models are on hand to try on clothes when requested — I hear ‘can I just see this on one more time’ a lot.

There’s no haggling over prices in these sales negotiations — it’s all too civilised.

The price is set, as is the instore mark-up. These lauded designs must cost the same the world over.

Clodagh and Mary-Claire share a language and a wavelength. They can finish each other’s sentences and, while I don’t so much as sniff a hint of tension, they tell me they can disagree on buys.

“Clodagh doesn’t want a yes woman,” Mary-Claire says simply.

From Schumacher, Clodagh leads the way through the Parisian cobbled streets, phone held aloft, Google Maps to direct her.

Her wheelie bag is constantly behind her — inside there’s the laptop for orders and a camera for instant access to photographs of collections.

Her calculator is another permanent fixture in the showroom.

Today, Clodagh is dressed in an Australian label coming soon to Samui, Ellery. The lush black fabric sways and moves with her body; an outfit like that makes you really appreciate her eye for fashion. It’s sensational.

For this 5.30pm appointment we are heading to see another new label for Samui — Paskal (Clodagh will wear a piece from this line tomorrow).

The Ukrainian designer is looked after by an agency so in this showroom there are pieces by a handful of brands.

Again, the setup is the same — private appointments, models on hand.

Clodagh and Mary-Claire have to be more careful here — this is a new label and it’s more fashion forward so black is prioritised.

Not every client at Samui will wear this line. Every purchase, I realise, is a gamble.

“We’ve made mistakes, of course we have,” says Mary-Claire though you get the feeling that could be a rare event.

Pieces bought by these two women rarely end up in Samui’s sales rack.

They know their customer, plain and simple.

There is so much trust there, some clients are simply sent collections each season, allowing Clodagh to make the call for them.

So much of their day is spent discussing various clients (never by name in my presence) — what they might like, the best size.

It is effectively the ultimate personal shopping experience.

The number of items and sizes are limited, so customers know they are truly getting one-off pieces.

As we leave, kisses over, the agency head tells them, “you’re our favourites” and you just know it’s not empty fashion talk.

People genuinely love Clodagh and Mary-Claire. And they respect what they do.

Samui is open 16 years now. Clodagh mastered her trade at Monica John before stepping out on her own. Mary-Claire joined her eight years ago.

It has been one of the few boutiques in Cork to not just survive the downturn but to positively thrive.

As the economy spluttered around her, Clodagh very masterfully decided to go high end.

First came Moncler — the top people here had to come and view Samui to see if it was the right match for their esteemed label.

It was — and, increasingly, doors began to open.

Carven, Marni, Rick Owens — people really began to sit up and take notice of Samui.

Now labels are often vying for space on the shop floor. Still though, it takes work to secure the big new names.

Clodagh spends a lot of time on planes, networking, meeting the key players. And it’s not as simple as a visit to Fashion Week twice a year either.

These days pre-collections are key too: these pieces will be on the shop floor for longer.

So Clodagh and Mary-Claire travel in January to Paris for pre- collections, Milan in February for Moncler, Paris in March. The same cycle begins again in June for A/W pre-collections, with S/S Fashion Week in September.

Clodagh is always pushing, always striving for new.

She was devastated to say farewell to Transit, the brand with her from the very beginning. It was simply time for a change she tells me.

They love seeking out new labels, nurturing them, sharing them with their customers.

The next morning we meet at 9am for Dries van Noten.

Clodagh stocks around 50 different labels, most exclusive to Cork. This Belgian designer is one of them.

Here again is a very fashion forward line.

There’s a minimum €20,000 spend here, and that’s the amount Clodagh and Mary-Claire can play with.

This is a much busier showroom, a slick operation. Buyers are everywhere, the models weaving between them.

They are assigned a seller and a table, laptop at the ready to secure the sale.

Sophie, today’s seller, walks them through the long rails and talks to them about the collection, the fabrics, the colour, the catwalk, the vision.

Clodagh and Mary-Claire repeat the process a second time alone, a third time again with Sophie.

There are little standing breaks for coffee — refreshments and lunch are provided by the designer.

Clodagh and Mary-Claire know to carry snacks everywhere. The buying process can be a long one; Dries could be an all-day event.

The price point is much higher here so, again, each piece has to be carefully thought out. Checked and checked again.

These A/W deliveries will land in store in July.

Watching them make their Samui edit on that March morning, I just know the Dries selection will be a show-stopper this Autumn.

I leave them to sign on the dotted line, wishing them success for the rest of their gruelling schedule as I head for Charles de Gaulle.

“People don’t realise what goes into this,” says Clodagh. And she’s right.

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Poetic Eagle  Jun 2023
3 a.m
Poetic Eagle Jun 2023
Silence,
sooo loud its deafening
Fantasies,
Be my morning to midnight chat
Night and day,
Lets live stories and make memories
Together,
Can we explore what life has instore
Simplified,
Be my bestfriend
Crushing on the idea of being "bestfriends"
To the person that existed in the abstract
Hawk Flight Sep 2014
BEWARE THIS IS GAY **** MATERIAL!*

Push you down onto your knees
Your hands tied tightly behind you
My manhood waiting for your lips.
Grab your short hair push you forward
Trying not to moan.

******* my hand in your hair
Pushing you back and forth.
You whimper softly taking me fully

Can't take this torture anymore
Needing to bury my love and desire
deep within you.

hands still tied
I flip you over
Your perfect small round *** in the air
waiting for me.

you are mine no one elses*
I smack your *** and kiss it better
Before I claim it as mine.

Burying my love within you
thrusting
moaning
whimpering
Clawing
growling
screaming

Release my love
deep inside.

spin you around
your still in need

take you in my mouth
you quiver beneath me
stuggling against your retrains.
****** your hips pushing deeper
Loving you with my mouth
Realese your love.

Both panting hard
Both still wanting more

what will this day have instore?
Out goes another decade
Dying in the last embers
As the final seconds fade
And the past slowly remembers

A new one is born to begin
Maybe better than that before
Wondering what it will bring
What secrets has it instore

A new year, for a new time
Ten years gone by too fast
Twelve bells of a clock chime
Celebrations that can never last

Let us have no wars or no pain
No problems creeping this way
No dark clouds bringing forth rain
Let there be a new beginning today




copyright Chris Smith 2011 January 1st
Kayla  May 2014
Goodbye poem
Kayla May 2014
Sometimes I want to appologize for all the breaths I take that she can't.
The sympathetic "it will get betters" always met by a blank stare and a disembodied voice screaming from somewhere deep in the room crying out WHEN?

Do you ever think late at night that this can't be what God had instore for us.
If so then what did her death teach us?

That sorrowcomes wrapped in a beautiful, bright box. Dancing haphazardly on the heart strings of everyone it entrances, and opens like Pandora's box engulfing every single thing in it's wake. Leaving tear drops the size of oceans and broken dreams so sharp and jagged you could cut a smile across the plaster face of grief and SPIT out venomously the words **"I'm fine."
Kiante Green Jan 2016
Long nights filled with sorrow and pain
Nothing to shield you from the showers of rain
Tears running down your face and blood spewing from your veins
I have but one question on the top of my brain
I was once told never take love as a game
An if you took advantage of it life will do the same
Haunting and taunting you like an uncleanable stain
Why must this knife bring my name to shame..
Some people think love isn't the answer
While others take it serious as if it were cancer
Blood replaces tears and being alive is a fear
I never knew being in love could be this real
Who knew disaster was instore this year...
andy fardell  Oct 2011
i have
andy fardell Oct 2011
I have a feeling that just wont go
I want to potter until the no
I want some life that not so worked
I want a future that gives me hope

see my mind as it explores
a futures gone a mind deplored
yet i do nod the ways in front
time to push ye life instore
Missy Beminio Mar 2014
remember me?
this ones for free
we met with coffee
the rest is history

you turned me around
it's all upside down
i can't feel the ground
i'll never feel a frown

this heart is here for you
you never have to choose
give reason to refuse
no brainer is this truth

have something to live for
someone to forever adore
i want to give you more
this heart is what's instore
DoNtLoOkInSiDe  Dec 2013
Really?
DoNtLoOkInSiDe Dec 2013
I dont want you anymore,
This is not what i thought you had instore.
Why cant i be free,
From the person that makes you me.

You are the reason im incomplete,
The loss of order never neat.
I want my hole in the ground,
The only place i really want to be found.
Andru Gomez  May 2016
death
Andru Gomez May 2016
death is a dark force we cant escape,
he grasps us when we are born,
and squeezes harder by each year.
he is a vulture who will swoop down,
when we least expect it.
he will circle us.
he will remind us what is instore.
he will never leave until his job is finished.
DC raw love Jan 2015
Crimson eyes in moon lit skies
Feeling of gray makes my day

Desire for depression leads to pain
Manipulation is your only game

Signs of fright are why you fight
Feelings of love you can not instore

Loneliness is see in yours eye's
With tears of passion for a life

Confusing ways with confusing lies
One day I hope you can open your eye's
Melissa Taylor Jul 2019
I'm feeling so f* anxious..
I dont know how i can release
some pressure.
This suffocated feeling.
Is it possible without hurting myself?
I know that if i don't alleviate
some of this soon then
a "mini meltdown"
will happen.
Feeling a little paranoid...
Kind of aggravated....even.
The same bad familiar feelings
have crept up once more....
Once again.
How could i forget....
I should have known what was
instore. For me anyway. 
I couldn't even begin to explain...
What was/is going through my mind...
What feelings i am rushed with.
That familiar feeling that
I've had enough.
That attitude where i
dont give a stuff.
The bitterness shows its head again.
Laughing at me for still living the same.
Trying to shame...
What a shame....
F
** off

— The End —