Books Pictures Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

Sure, he's abrasive, but I don't think he's that bad. I look at the blank canvas before me. Paints at the ready. I look around my little corner at the beautiful landscapes, the portraits of random people. These pictures are the expressions of my heart. I find comfort in them. My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at.

I hurriedly opened it from the plastic and skipped through the first pages as I head to the center page. There I saw Benedict's handsome photos from the photoshoot we did a few days ago. I swear to God he looks so handsome in all of it. My most favorite picture of him was even published, it's my most favorite because he is smiling on it. He's not fully smiling, but the thought that he smiles makes me love this photo.

Let’s talk about your picture! I’m not going to lie. I had to hold my breath when I saw the pictures you send me. Barista? You’re way too ugly to be a barista, don’t you think? You look absolutely hideous, and I don’t know who called you pretty, but it was a lie! (I only gave you the reaction you wanted.) I can see you’re into bets and deals, so just as promised, here are some pictures of me in return. 🏞🏞🏞

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.

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?

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."

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

"Okay..." Everyone else rushed forward, some with cameras to capture Rita's beauty. Ever since Rita and Denny had met, they would make a mad rush to record everything whenever Rita showed up. Those photographs had much aesthetic value and also served as important learning materials for them. Denny's perspective of aesthetics, his way of matching everything, and his knack for emphasizing Rita's best features were all worth studying.

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.