Shortly after sunset, whose glow is still visible in the background, Ingólfur Bjargmundsson snapped this image of the Aurora Borealis and comet Panstarrs. The comet is visible as a smudge above the sunset and below the right hand streamer of glowing charged particles that channel the energy of the solar wind down towards the surface. Barring the stars all the light in this image derives from Sol.
This image is part of the Astronomy Photographer of the Year exhibition at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, London.
The ultimate trophy compound and a true work of art in the coveted “Bird Streets” above the Sunset Strip. Located on a quiet cul-de-sac, this stunning property offers sweeping views from downtown to the ocean. American walnut flooring throughout 5 bedrooms, 6 baths, a theater and gym.
Harry Styles is headed in a new direction. The singer-songwriter of One Direction fame has listed his contemporary-style home in Hollywood Hills West for sale at $8.495 million.
Tucked behind a motorized gate on a quarter-acre lot, the multi-level home boasts an open floor plan and pocketing walls of glass that capitalize on Southern California’s indoor-outdoor lifestyle. Views from the home, set above the Sunset Strip, extend from the downtown cityscape to the ocean.
The renovated home in Hollywood Hills West features multiple terraces, a covered patio and a swimming pool.
The 4,100 square feet of subdued living space includes a center-island kitchen, a screening room and a gym. The four bedrooms and six bathrooms include a top-floor master suite that opens to a private balcony.
Tall bamboo hedges form a natural screen around the swimming pool and spa. Expansive decking extends outward to create additional space as well as a covered lounge area below.
Styles bought the house a year ago for $6.87 million, property records show.
Justin Huchel of Hilton & Hyland holds the listing.
Earlier this month the 23-year-old Styles released the self-titled album “Harry Styles,” his first as a solo artist. He is set to make his acting debut later this year in the Christopher Nolan-directed war film “Dunkirk.”
The swingset creaked as he sat down next to me. Instantly his musky smell overpowered me and I inhaled it, my eyes fluttering shut. I chose not to respond, only focusing on the burnt amber sunset above the sand in front of me: the picture of an Indian summer. The tiny grains of sand covered my Doc Martens, even finding their way onto the bare skin of my legs and I smiled to myself as nostalgia washed over me.
“Please don’t ignore me Y/n.”
“Please don’t act like you care.” I spit back, hoping the forced anger would hide the severe sadness I felt in this moment.
“Ouch,” he responded. His voice lacked hope. Instantly I wanted to run. I knew where this conversation was going; I had been here too many times before.
“You can’t even say that it’s not true,” I half laughed to myself. “Because you know that it is.”
“That what is?”
“That you don’t care about me.”
His sigh almost echoed around the gates of the park. I let myself swing a little faster, hoping the creaks of the swingset would overtake the noise of Simon giving up on me.
“Nothing I say is gonna stop you being angry at me is it, so what’s the point?”
My hands tightened around the metal, heart speeding up slightly. I let my voice come out as no more than a whisper.
“I’m not angry at you.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” he replied, letting his trainers scuff against the sand. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you, Y/n?”
“Why bother, Simon? You only came here to break my heart. You could’ve done it over text, dropped me a tweet maybe. Why choose here?”
“No, Simon, listen to me.” My feet dug into the ground, stopping the movement. I turned to face Simon. “This park - it’s where my childhood was. All my happiest moments have happened here. And now..you come here, and you’re gonna tell me you don’t like me, and then I’m gonna tell you it’s all okay, and you’re gonna walk away and I’m gonna sit here and cry like a teenager in a music video.”
Tears began to fall from my eyes, landing on the fabric of my shorts.
“And then whenever I’m sad, and I just want to come here and be reminded of a time where I wasn’t fucking broken, I won’t be able to. Because every stupid little grain of sand in this park will just remind me of you, and how once upon a time, you made me even happier than this scenery around us.”
“Y/n what makes you think I want to hurt you? What makes you so fucking sure that I’m going to break your heart?”
His tone was loud and frustrated, and I flinched.
“It’s almost like that’s what you want me to do, Y/n. It’s like you want me to break your heart.”
“Maybe I fucking do Simon! You’ll end up doing it eventually, why prolong the pain? People like you don’t fall in love with sad little girls like me!”
I jumped up from the swing and wiped my eyes, running towards the exit gate. Simon grabbed my wrist.
“Well maybe people like me already have!”
Time seemed to stand still. His grip did not loosen from around my wrist as I stared at him, not being able to look away from his deep blue eyes.
“Simon..what are you saying?”
“Do I need to spell it out to you?” He spoke desperately. The wobble in his voice made my chest ache, and suddenly I felt so guilty. “I am so fucking in love with you Y/n, it’s unbelievable. I have been for so long. And yeah, I know I told you I wasn’t, but I fucking lied. Because I’m a pussy, I know I am. I was fucking scared because I have never felt something like this before; ever.”
A sob left my throat as I tried to come to terms with what was happening in front of me. Even the birds seemed to quiet in the trees.
“Y/n, when you left earlier, I thought I’d screwed it up for good. I wanted to leave it because I thought you deserved better. But I can’t stay away from you. I fucking love you, Y/n.”
“Simon,” I sobbed. His eyes bore holes into mine, my wrist growing almost pink from his possessive grip. It still had not loosened, almost as if he was scared if it did, he would lose me. Maybe I wasn’t the only one with my guard up here.
“I know, I know okay. I know you have your walls up, Y/n, and I know you’re scared and that’s why I tried to distance myself too. I know you’ve been hurt before. But I don’t care how long it takes - I’m happier when I’m with you.”
I wiped my eyes with my free hand before leaning up on my tip toes and kissing him. His lips pressed demandingly against mine, hands moving to my waist and I wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t help but wish I could keep this moment forever.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too Simon, always.”
“Thank god,” he breathed, lifting me into his arms and spinning me slightly.
Looks like the park was safe from bad memories after all.