Book Aesthetic Picture 소설 & 이야기

His eyes then stopped cold when he saw the picture of the President and CEO of The Buchanan Holdings. Jonathan Buchanan. Looking at the picture intently, Zach started to study the features of the man and his mind started to wander to where he had seen that face before. He stared at the dark-haired man in the picture, who has dark, hazel eyes, a slightly crooked nose and a strong, square jaw. “Where the f8ck have I seen you?” Zach muttered darkly. “I know I have seen your face before.”

Tattered drapes hung in front of a missing window. Aimee took several photographs from all different angles of the paraphernalia that littered the home. She changed lenses, filters, zoomed in and zoomed out. She heard Clint moving about, but as soon as she started clicking away, she only had attention for what she saw through her lens. She abandoned herself to what spoke to her. Others saw a broken chair or trash. Aimee saw beauty that reached out to her from the past. Art was about what you could make others see and feel. If the piece spoke to her, she could make it speak to others, and that is what she wanted, to speak to people.

There was life in his beauty and this was the reason that separated his real beauty from that lifeless picture. Looking at his picture, she did not even realize when her lips were stretched into a smile. And while looking at that picture, she did not even realize that when the owner of that room appeared here. Ahaz saw that Daisy was awake. She is looking at the same picture with her dreamy eyes. There is no consciousness in her eyes and she does not even realize what is happening around her. This is the power of the beauty of Ahaz that it can make anyone drunk.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

There were some pictures on the screen. "What do you think?" She asked me. "Uhn?" "These are the designs for the department store I'll be opening soon and I'm wondering which one I should pick." "Didn't you have an initial vibe you wanted to give?" "Well, I'll say soft but bold too, and a bit of beauty here and there." "Since it's the interior decor, I'd suggest peach and red. That's both bold and soft and for beauty, you can just use white. White is beautiful and blends with anything."

, he had explained. " It's nice, " I told him. He grabbed my hand and walked us inside. It was cozy , all though very minimalist , it had a lot of Adrian's personality in it. It actually made me laugh , there was some art on the walls and there were paintings of naked bodies in sexual positions. No faces, just the bodies of people in sexual positions. I looked at Adrian and he was rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. " It's a guilty pleasure, the raw beauty of passion in art , even without the faces you can see, with the hands positioned in certain places. How the back arches? The body can't lie " he explains.

But I reluctantly put it back, unwilling to splurge until I had a steady income. Christine was getting her hair done, and we were meeting her for tea at three. With half an hour to spare, we strolled through the mall, commenting on window displays. A mounted photo in an art gallery caught my eye. It was a magnificent image of a wolf standing in a forest, framed in natural wood and a deep burgundy mat that accentuated the blues and greys of the picture. "This is beautiful," I said to my friends. They nudged each other and giggled. "What? Don't you like it?"

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

The magic was very powerful, but acted selectively, or rather felt differently. - Please, - Radolyub pointed to comfortable chairs, but the guests did not sit down. Yarsi walked along the walls with curiosity, looking at the numerous pictures in light frames. They resembled colored spots, all depicting single flower buds, not yet open, frozen in anticipation of a new day, when the sun will rise and it will be possible to open up ... And the background of the walls themselves is dark crimson, gloomy, absorbing light. Probably, the students who got here immediately felt uncomfortable and anxious, and the furnishings of the office were designed for this - a massive table by the window, a bare s

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.