And the fact that this could be the biggest thing that could
ever happen to her made her all the more worried. Because what if her art
wasn’t good enough? What if she
wasn’t good enough?
Or worse, what if she was?
What if this was her big break, but ultimately, she ended up
like the hundreds and hundreds of artists who ended up with no money, no job,
and nothing else to turn to? Because she knew
she was a good artist, but it took someone truly special to make it in their
But she was glad
to be here. Ecstatic, even.
Feyre had even cried a little when Mor had told her about an
opening in an art exhibition her family was holding. An opening that Feyre –
the only artist Mor actually knew,
but Feyre chose to overlook that fact – could fill.
She had stayed up all night trying to come up with a theme
for her display - and to think of art work to actually do for it - and had finally come up with an idea.
“That the Costume Institute of the Metropolitan
Museum of Art will open its exhibit “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty”
next week is a reminder that, at its most masterful, fashion is art. At
that level—and perhaps at levels less skilled but no less inspired—it’s
also often influenced by art. That relationship is central to “Inspiration Dior,”
a show starting Wednesday at Moscow’s Pushkin Museum that juxtaposes
the Dior oeuvre with major works dating back to the nineteenth century.
of the 60 paintings included are known to have inspired specific Dior
designs: a gray tulle haute couture gown from fall/winter 2005 is an
updated version of the dress worn by Madame Charles Max in Giovanni
Boldini’s 1896 portrait. Other works, such as Marc Quinn’s 2000 “Italian
Landscape,” don’t have deliberate links to the accompanying fashion,
but Quinn’s pop colors and abundant florals echo the vibrant pink and
yellow patterns on a voluminous organza haute couture dress from 1992.
“From the beginning, Christian Dior had a huge connection with art,”
says the show’s curator, Florence Muller. Before becoming a couturier,
M. Dior ran a gallery in Paris. He was in business for only a short
time, but that world continued to inform his work as a dressmaker in
color, texture and, most significantly, construction. “He built a shape
on the body that made a woman more beautiful without interrupting the
natural silhouette,” says Muller. “His work is between architecture and
Warnings: Non really. Pretty happy. Possible fluff?
A/N: This is my first ever poly fic (or fic for that matter). I’m not polyamore so I was a bit out of my league. I hope you like it and if you decide to comment be nice.
Poly!Hamsquad x reader
on! You can’t simply be so oblivious to the fact that I basically did this all
by myself!” you nudged Herc to his side earning a light groan from him and
multiple laughters around boys. You were still a bit nervous around the boys.
Polyamorous relationship was as foreign as the Chinese writing. You had decided
to give it a chance.
had first met the squad you were extremely nervous. You had first met John at
the opening of your art exhibit at this little gallery in the heart of New
York. He had heard about you from his co-worker and as an art enthusiast he had
no second in thinking whether to go or not.
outshined at the opening and the speech you had prepared went perfectly. By the
end of the night John was completely smitten. He came to you right before the
end of the party and introduced himself all shy and blushy. He was adorable.
You smiled at him and as he asked for your number you already had it ready written
on a napkin.
John met the next day and as you were walking down the street with your freshly
brewed coffees he had gathered enough courage to tell you his relationship
status. Truthfully, you were a bit taken a back but you quickly recovered from
that. You had always been open to everything and you quickly told John that it
sounded nice. He granted you a big smile and asked if you wished to see his
boyfriends. You were surprised (again) but agreed to meet them the next day at
As I had
told Y/N about my relationship with Lafayette, Hercules and Alexander. I was so
nervous and I felt butterflies down to my stomach and I was just about to flee
when she said that it sounded nice. I was overjoyed. I had told the boys about
her and now she was so openly accepting. It felt amazing. Of course I knew that
this didn’t mean anything yet but there was this one part of me that felt so
certain. Lafayette had grown tired to hear my blabbering over Y/N so had asked
me to bring her by.
We made to
plans to meet at the apartment the next day and I was so excited that I
basically skipped to home. I rushed the stairs up and opened the door as fast
as I could ever had. “Hey!” I shouted from the door. I saw Laf and Alex were on
the couch. Alex writing as usual on his laptop and Laf watching some French
television series. “Hi. How was your day?” Alex asked without rising from his
seat. “Amazing! We went to get coffees with Y/N and then we walked back to her
atelje! I told her about us and she’s coming over tomorrow! I want you to meet
her!” I chanted and gave Laf and Alex kisses to their cheeks as I was making my
way towards the kitchen. “How did she take it?” Alex had raised his gaze from
the screen now interested in the conversation. “She took it really well
actually. To be honest I never doubted it. She is so nice and sweet!” I said
and blushed a bit and quickly turned my back or the teasing would be endless.
“She seems to be very nice from all that you have told us.” Laf said and I just
hoped that tomorrow would go well. I hoped it so much.
Your POV, second person
You were nervously
smoothing out your hem and held a bottle of chardonnay leaning against your
hip. John had sent you their address. You had took a cab from your apartment.
You walked the stairs up and gave the wood of the door a timid knock. I heard
movement from inside and saw John open the door. He had a huge smile across his
face and it mirrored itself on your face too. He leaned for a hug and you
allowed it and gave him a hug. He squeezed you assuringly. You gave the room a
scan and saw three men behind his shoulder. You parted and you gave him the
bottle of wine. “Here. I thought I should bring something and I recalled that
you said you liked chardonnay. This is my favourite” you smiled. “It is! I like
this one too and so does Laf!” he seemed so excited that it made you smile even
wider. You had always been quite nervous to meet new people. during the many
years of art shows and other that kind of encounters you had gained some sort
of confidence but with three pairs of unfamiliar eyes staring at you, you felt
your confidence leaving your body. John took you by your hand and let you to
said timidly and waved a bit while your arms were close to your body. They gave
you awkward smiles and held out their hands as you shook them. Alexander as he
introduced himself was first and his hand shake was firm but gentle. “Hercules
Mulligan, pleasure” said tall and muscular man and his eyes were kind and warm.
”Pleasure is all mine.” You said and gave him a warm smile. Lastly there was a
tall, lean man. He was either stressed or pissed so your handshake was a bit
more timid that with Hercules. “Lafayette.” He said with a very clear French
accent. “Nice to meet you” you smiled and he smiled back. So he was stressed.
arranged yourselves around the couch and placed snacks on the small table. The
conversation went smoothly, they asked you about your art and you asked
Hercules about his tailoring and Alexander about his writings. You felt relaxed
and you enjoyed your time with the boys. They each made you laugh.
spent a month with the boys in the friendzone and during that time something
happened to you. You had never even dreamed about falling in love with multiple
persons at once and that was odd enough but you never thought that even one
could love you but now you had four. Four amazing persons in love with you. You
had no clue.
you decided to have a talk with the boys and without you knowing it, they
needed to talk to you too.
a taxi to get you to their apartment. You were nervous and quietly nibbled on
your thumb. “You okay?” The driver asked. “Yeah. Just meeting somebody
important.” I smiled back at him. “I bet he is extremely lucky to have you
visit” he said and winked. I smiled back at him and wondered what he had said.
‘I think I’m the lucky one. If I am…’
pulled over at the curb and I handed him a bit extra and thanked him for the
ride. I rose from the car and took three deep breaths. This night would change
everything. Either for god or bad. Here we go. you nodded to yourself and took
the first step.
You knocked on the door and Lafayette opened the door. “Hello Y/N. Comment allez-vous?” He asked and gave you a friendly smile. “Good, thank you.” You said voice trembling just a bit. He led you to the couch. “What’s the matter?” He asked with concern in his voice. It warmed you from the inside. Knowing that someone cared for you. “I need to talk to you. Is everyone here?” You asked and twirled the hem of your shirt nervously between your thumb and index finger. “They are. Give me a moment I’ll call them down.” He said and rose from the couch and walked to get them. You sat on the couch thinking through what you’d say to them. It had been only them for so long and you were mentally preparing for a broken or awkward friendship.
They all came to the living room and you rose up. Laurens was trying to give you a hug. It broke a bit of your heart but you asked him to sit down with the others.They all adopted anxious looks on their faces, it hurt your soul. “So umm… I know that I didn’t inform you that I was coming over but I really had to. So let me have my little monologue. So…” you took a deep breath “I’m quite sure that I’ve fallen for you. All of you. This is very new to me and I’ve never felt anything like this and fills me up in away I never knew I could be filled with love. John, you found me. You are my shield. You make me feel protected in every way. Hercules, your warm eyes made me feel happy and warm from the first time you laid them on me. You are my rock. Alexander, oh how I adore your imagination and ambition. You are my sight. every paragraph that you write creates worlds. Lafayette, you are my heart. In conclusion you are my heart. That’s it. That’s all I can say to you. That’s all I am.” You sat/collapsed onto the coffee table. The confession had took all of your strenght. You had laid outa all that you were and had. You raised your gaze to look at them. They all looked… astonished. They weren’t pitying. They weren’t sad or mad.
John was the first one to move. He rose and walked over to you. You didn’t have a chance to say anything when he bent down and hugged you. Soon the others followed and you ended up in a giant group hug. You started to cry and next up was all the guys comforting you and even kissing you on your cheeks and making you laugh. This felt right. This felt home. This was your home.
North Carolina Central University opened its art exhibit, “Embracing Diverse Voices: Ninety Years of African-American Art” to highlight the contributions of African-American artists both famous and lesser known.
The exhibit opened Oct. 15 and closes Dec. 9. Overseeing the exhibit is NCCU Art Director Kenneth Rodgers, who has held his position for more than 20 years.
It was the most perfect piece of art she had ever seen in
her life. The way they just fit together, she knew it must the singular most
beautiful thing. She was certain what they had together was exactly what artists
had been trying to capture for generations.
@ateliefloresdaprimavera YN is his fiancee, quiet and stern
like him; she works as a librarian and loves books. Fisk didnt know about her
until Vanessa invites them for a double date and he’s gobsmacked. just a
This is so cute omg. Also, I quoted E. E. Cummings because duh you know Wesley would quote poetry against his partner’s skin. :)
James Wesley x Reader
Fisk couldn’t believe what he was seeing. All his years working with Wesley and here he
was, two glasses of wine into their double date and he was all over his fiancé,
Y/N. Fisk was used to seeing his
right-hand man so monotone and cold, but now, seeing him whisper sweet nothings
into her ear and smile so much was going to take some getting used to.