Novel & Cerita Book Aesthetic Picture

"How do you want it, Ms. Madison?" Eva's eyes were saddened when she heard the make-up artist address her with that. She knew she was already used to people calling her 'Mrs. Volkov' and somewhere in her heart she liked it. Shaking her thoughts aside, she focused on the woman and gave her a small smile before answering. "I want a natural look." She responded. "Sure! You are already beautiful, naturally, so we don't need to add more efforts regarding that." Eva smiled softly after hearing the girl.

Ronnie Anne said warmly, leading Brixlee into her opulent penthouse. Brixlee slowly took her seat on the plush cushion, feeling a sense of awe at the sight that greeted her. The interior was adorned with beautiful pieces of art, reflecting Ronnie Anne's undeniable talent. Her eyes were drawn to one particular painting, which exuded an air of mystery. Two women, with long, flowing hair, stood side by side in the artwork, their faces deliberately absent. Despite the absence of facial features, the painting emitted a sense of serenity and peace, captivating Brixlee's attention.

Toby replied, gesturing to her to follow him whilst he showed her all his still live photography, landscapes and portrait. The photographs looked so real. So eye-catching that if hung up in a museum, one'd have to pay a buckload to get just a glimpse of it. That was how charming it was. How aesthetic. "I love them." She said, gazing at the photographs over and over. Eyes filled with adoration. "It's impossible to not love them." Toby teased with a knowing smirk. She spared him a glance, curling her lips into a scoff. "Didn't know you're quite the egotistical one."

"Only chaos and inevitability. And within the chaos, something that looks, if you stand close enough, almost like beauty." A shiver traced my spine from the base of my neck downward, slow and deliberate, leaving goosebumps in its wake that the silk of my dress did nothing to conceal. I felt it happen and could not stop it, my body responding to his voice and his words and his proximate warmth with the complete indifference to my instructions that it had been demonstrating since a gallery on Fifth Street. I looked at him and saw it. The same restlessness he had described in Turner's work. The same quality of a thing that refused to be domesticated, that had declined to fit itself into the ava

I have to stop. I click on the first picture. A beautiful woman curls around the trunk of a tree, a gauzy, flower-studded robe hiding all the private parts of her while making it very clear that she’s naked underneath. Next. A man stares out a window, lit and framed in such a way that I can only see a neon-red sheen on his hair and the edge of his jaw. Next. Another woman. Next. The pictures start to blur, and a distant part of my brain picks out patterns. Almost all of them feature people. No self-portraits. Not a lot of men at all. Ben obviously prefers female subjects, and suggestively scantily clad ones at that.

she mumbled unconsciously to herself but in that pin drop silence, Hades heard her. Alessandra said this while looking at her pictures because such beauty was emerging in those pictures which is hardly found in any living person. The dry impression of those wet colors on the white canvas was molded into a human texture that gave life to that picture. Like the rest, Alessandra too was mesmerized by the screaming beauty of those pictures. This was nothing new for Hades. Why not?