harper, seven elisabeth

[seven elisabeth harper]

'CAUSE BABY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU
DO I HAVE TO WRITE IT ON YOUR BEDROOM WALL, YOU FOOL
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FULL NAME: Seven Elisabeth Harper.
NICKNAMES: Sev.
AGE: 23.
BIRTHDAY: 11-12-1990.
CURRENT CITY: Manhattan, New York.
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California.
EDUCATION:

OCCUPATION:

FACEBOOK NAME: Sevlisabeth Aldridge
TWITTER HANDLE: 7SEVEN
INSTAGRAM: 7SEVEN
TUMBLR URL: sevenstars.tumblr.com

HEIGHT: 5'9.
WEIGHT: 115lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde.
EYE COLOR: Blue

FATHER:

MOTHER:

SIBLINGS:

EXTENDED: n/a
PETS: n/a

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_{FEBRUARY 2014 COVER STORY, ON STANDS 1/19}

Oliver Rousteing doesn't just work with Seven Harper, he calls her his latest muse. At the unveiling of his AW12 collection, he listed the fashion amazon as his biggest inspiration for the nights collection.



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In any relationship, there will be frightening spells in which your feelings of love dry up. And when that happens you must remember that the essence of marriage is that it is a covenant, a commitment, a promise of future love. So what do you do? You do the acts of love, despite your lack of feeling. You may not feel tender, sympathetic, and eager to please, but in your actions you must be, understanding, forgiving and helpful. And, if you do that, as time goes on you will not only get through the dry spells, but they will become less frequent and deep, and you will become more constant in your feelings. This is what can happen if you decide to love. RUN.

“Steven doesn’t really count, does he? It was the weekend of my eighteenth birthday, my parents had the family over, wanted all of my friends there. Because that’s exactly how every hormonal teen wants to become legal, right? No. So they’d all come over, Annie had gotten used to the idea of drinking, so long as it was within her control, and underneath her watch. We’d been drinking in the cabana, and once my parents finally went to bed, we were using their driver, headed to Vegas. That sounded more like the celebration I was looking for. It was only a few hours before my dad woke up and called me, his calls were ignored.. well until I was Seven Smith.

Steven was playing blackjack and The Cosmopolitan, had practically lost everything that came his way.. until I walked past. He’d begged me to stay for another deal, and another, before I was there for hours. His lucky charm he said, Seven was his favorite number. He was up 50k, now in the presidential room, before he called the night quits. Countless cocktails and hours later, and we were walking the strip. 9am and we were still annihilated, we passed a Tiffany’s, he asked me to marry him.. and we were at the Little White Chapel.”


How he did it.. he let me pick the ring, and got on one knee in the middle of the store.
How we did it.. in our clothes from the night before, married by a man dressed as Elvis.
Our wedding song.. .. dear god I don't want to know what was playing.

What I loved.. I didn’t love him, I’d only known him ten hours.
What I didn’t.. within those ten hours he drank more than any man I’d met before.

I left with.. not with, more like crying to my dad on the phone as he called his lawyers for a speedy annulment.

Reason for divorce.. the obvious, though it was annulled.
Length of marriage.. six days.

Why I did it.. my first real dose of freedom, I didn't take it lightly.

“It’s unfair for Theo to get a commentary too, aren’t there enough write ups on him? Though their accuracy is questionable. Often characterized as this stereotypical French pig, using women to his advantage, muse, inspiration. Breaking them even if just to give him something to write about. I thought I was different, but if there’s anything marrying him taught me, it’s that you being the exception isn’t enough. We met in Paris, I was there for Fashion Week, he was there well.. because. It was when I’d just began working with Ricardo, and Theo was front row at the Givenchy show. Ricardo was praising him backstage, he’d just found out he’d be the exclusive designer for his newest film. There was something about the way he told me about him, as if he was trying to push me toward him, implying it was a logical relationship and a man worth pursuing. So I did, at the after party. Needless to say, I didn’t leave Paris. I think it had as much to do with the city as it did with him, but that’s not to undermine how I fell for him. I was in the city of love, in love, on what felt like a fairytale vacation that was bound to have a happily ever after. That was in February, he proposed in August, and we married on New Years Eve at the Musée Jacquemart-André. And off we went in that vintage Aston Martin.

I didn’t think of Steven then, it wasn’t necessary. To this day I won’t consider that a marriage, and I’d be willing to bet anyone would agree. It was my first solo decision, albeit a stupid one, as an adult. And that was that. I was convinced Theo was it for me, my first and last real marriage. It was still my forever, until I realized that the sanctity of marriage meant nothing to him.. it was inspiring, it was the first time he’d ever done it, it gave him new material, it made him things in a new light, it gave him something to go off. I was in denial about it for awhile, afraid to put an end to it. But then I realized that hazy vows and our signatures on a piece of paper shouldn’t be the reason to stick something out forever.”


How he did it.. on his balcony as the sun came up, with a vintage diamond, in French, of course.
How we did it.. New Years Eve, at the most beautiful museum I’d ever been to. It was intimate, only about a hundred guests. Immediate family and close friends and colleagues. Ricardo designed my dress, my sister was my Maid of Honor. It was magical.
Our wedding song.. Quelqu'un m'a dit, Carla Bruni.

What I loved.. honestly, he was very French. he was old school in the ways that mattered to me. Chivalry wasn’t dead, nor was honor, discretion, or integrity for awhile. His values had little to do with materialistic things, which considering my career, grounded me. His values had more to do with living a full, good life.
What I didn’t.. the way he insisted on fromage after an evening meal, but mostly the way his facade came down after saying “I do.”

I left with.. journals of his, a home in Paris, the ring, $2M for every year of their one-year union, $1M for the remaining six months.

Reason for divorce.. irreconcilable differences.
Length of marriage.. one year, six months, thirteen days.

Why I did it.. any semblance of love will make you do crazy things.

“.. Soon to be husband.”


How he did it.. the night before Christmas, he had me meet him for dinner at our favorite little place in West Village. It was all spruced up, but that was the first thing I’d thought nothing of. Fresh flowers and candles weren’t anything out of the ordinary. I walked in and no one else was there, sans the staff, they said that the rest of their reservations should be heading in soon. Once again, I thought nothing of it, until my parents and sister walked in. They’d phoned me the night before telling me that they weren’t going to make it out for Christmas! .. Little did I know. I was confused for a second, but then came his parents, and our friends, and finally him. By that time, I had a pretty good idea as to what was going on. He did it then and there, in front of our friends and family. He’s the first to have asked my dad, that in itself made it more special than the rest.
How we did it.. we’re still planning, and plan to have at least a two year engagement, something of a precautionary measure of his. It will be in New York though, I’ve never married here, it should be nice. But that is as much as we know.
Our wedding song.. it’s his duty to find one before d-day.

What I love.. I feel like he’s more of a partner than anything else. He’s my best friend, a companion, lover, all wrapped into one. That’s how it should be. He makes me laugh so hard I cry, he comes from a good family, he’s easy on the eyes. That he doesn’t mind Serendipity every Saturday morning, and frozen hot chocolate despite the below freezing temperatures.. Mostly that he loves me more than I love him.
What I don’t.. He's needy on Sunday mornings.

I left with.. n/a

Reason for divorce.. n/a
Length of marriage.. n/a

Why I did it.. because he wants to, and I can't imagine a girl who wouldn't want to walk around with this ring on her finger.

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ALIAS: lexa
AGE: 22
PLAY-BY: rhw
MEMBER GROUP: new york
INSPIRATION: so many thingzzzzzzzzzzz