Novel & Cerita How To Be Aesthetic

“You all can head to the blue room.” The others filed out quickly, leaving Emma behind, tugging at her dress as she tried to shift it before leaving. “Emma,” Alex called before her fingers touched the door handle. She stopped, confused. “Yes?” Alex walked closer, closing the distance between them until his voice dropped low enough that only she could hear. “Beauty is a mindset, not your clothes, hair, or face. So always wear what you’re comfortable in.” With that, he turned and walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just said it.

“Then aesthetics. A space has to work before it can impress.” He nodded, “And when those two conflict?” Her mind moved faster this time. “Then I find a compromise. There’s always a way to balance both, if you understand the client’s needs well enough.” His fingers tapped lightly against the desk, “Clients don’t always know what they need.” “That’s why we’re there,” she replied before she could second-guess herself. There was a brief silence. Then, “Continue.” And she did. She spoke and explained as best as she could. He asked more questions and she delivered. She didn’t crumble like before. But, she still felt it.

If the Council decides to punish me for it, so be it. The decision is thoroughly liberating. I place the wicker basket on my pallet and center my breath. Repairing the wall is a piece of cake. The trick to beautifying anything, be it a dirty room, a dilapidated structure, or just about anything that’s broken, is to get the building blocks in alignment. All I do with my magic is to arrange the basic building blocks the way they are meant to be arranged. Beauty lies in symmetry, or so my tutor always told me.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

I nod, “I’ll teach you how to edit your videos the right way, there’s more to making videos than just uploading. You need an aesthetic.” “What’s yours?” “Bows,” she laughs. “And blue. I change my sheets to blue often. Wear blue, use blue toys half the time, and I wear a blue wig sometimes.” I nod, “I don't have an aesthetic.” “Pink!” She says, putting her shake down. “And we can get you a mask, cinderella vibes or just blur your face out.” “Okay,” I nod. “And a name, we need a name for this. Do you have anything in mind?” She pauses, dialling on my reaction but I shake my head. “Beastly Beauty,” she says. “What do you think? It suits you.”

”For the final product, the creative team polished it first so it will be more proper for the customer. I wasn’t a big fan of beauty products, afterall. It didn’t mean that I hate it, I just didn’t use it that often. I learned from school that when designing something, it’s alright to focus on the aesthetic part of it. But to sell it, there are certain aspects to be considered. “Do you think I can use all of these as evidence?”

"Objects that are made well by people you love are different from objects that are bought or found." I stood beside him in the studio doorway. "You're developing an aesthetic philosophy," I said. "I've been spending time in galleries." "That's what it does." He put his arm around my shoulders briefly and then let go, the easy affection of someone who didn't need to hold on to make the point. "Back to work," he said. "Yes." He left and I listened to his footsteps on the stairs and then the gallery door and then the street outside. I stood in the studio and looked at the bowl on the shelf.

"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.

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

"But I would like something different." She looked at me. The eyebrows were at attention. "I don't want minimising," I said. "I don't want anything that draws the eye away or creates an illusion or apologises for anything." I looked at my reflection. "I want something that fits the body I have exactly as it is. Something that looks like it was made for this specific person and would not look right on anyone else." I paused. "Something that when I walk into that gala in two weeks makes the room understand that I arrived on purpose."