#dewy alexander

[batmanfruitloops]

What- what if, Bookworm and Copperhead? What if they?

-Fluffy

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Alexander McQueen - Fall 2003 RTW

[vrisktorias--serket]

Can we move on from "We Know" to "The World Was Wide Enough" already with Trump? Not that I wouldn't love to see him pull a Reynolds Pamphlet. I'm just real tired of this parody.

[thegoopershome]

Every time I look up a ducktales/duckverse character name in English I’m astounded by how much worse the English names are compared to the Swedish names, except of course Scrooge McDuck (Joakim von anka), Donald Duck (Kalle anka), Huey, Dewy and Louie (Knatte, Fnatte och Tjatte).

I mean Magica de spells Swedish name is Magika de hex which is objectively better.

and Gladstone gander is called Alexander Lucas and hi h also is so much better.

It’s really weird

[stardust-swan]

How to Be a Real Life Mermaid 🌊🧜‍♀️🐚

The Look

🐚 Wear sea foam green, aquamarine, teal, ocean blue, soft grey, lilac, periwinkle, emerald, pale gold, white, deep blue, and turquoise

🐚 Pick flowy fabrics such as taffeta, chiffon, linen, silk, muslin, and sequined fabrics that resemble fish scales

🐚 Choose garments like maxi dresses, flowy skirts, bandeau off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, soft scarves used as tops, shell clutches, woven bags, and pretty beaded sandals

🐚 Accessorise with jewellery made from pearls, sea glass, seashells, turquoise, aquamarine, opals, gold that resembles the sun glinting on the sea, and silver that reminds one of the metallic sheen of fish scales. Examples of accessories you can wear are bangles, anklets, layered necklaces, and pearl earrings

🐚 Makeup Ideas: eyeshadow in nudes like a sandy beach, greens and blues like the sea, or lavender and pink like a coral reef, shimmery highlight, dewy skin, coral pink lipstick, and seashell pink lipgloss

🐚 Hair Ideas: loose curls that look like ocean waves, fishtail plaits, green and blue hair dye, pearl hairclips, and sea salt hairspray. Brush your hair with a pretty wide-tooth comb.

The Lifestyle

🐚 Listen to songs such as Martha's Harbour by All About Eve, No Ordinary Love by Sade, Come Into the Water by Mitski, Pearl Diver by Mitski, Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey, and Call of the Sea by Claudie Mackula (a longer mermaid playlist is here).

🐚 You can also listen to the sounds of the ocean, like whale song or waves crashing on the beach

🐚 Watch movies and TV shows such as Aquamarine, Splash, The Little Mermaid, H20: Just Add Water, Mr Peabody and the Mermaid, Miranda (1948), Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi, Ponyo, Barbie in a Mermaid Tale, Barbie: The Pearl Princess, Neptune's Daughter (1914), A Daughter of the Gods (1916), Queen of the Sea (1918), Venus of the South Seas (1924), and Magic Island (1995)

🐚 Read books, fairytales, and poems such as The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, The Mermaid Handbook by Carolyn Turgeon, Mermaids: The Myths, Legends, and Lore by Skye Alexander, A Daughter of the Sea by Amy Le Feuvre, Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and The Sea-Child by Katherine Mansfield

🐚 Mermaids are renowned for their beautiful siren song, so sing sweetly and brightly as often as you feel like it

🐚 Make your self smell like the ocean by using a deodorant like Old Spice Deep Sea, and perfumes like L by Lolita Lempicka, Acqua di Gioia, Salt Air by Skylar, Fleur de Corail by Lolita Lempicka, Seahorse by Zoologist, Nymphéas by Kismet Olfactive, Salina by Laborattorio Olfattivo, Alien Mirage by Mugler, Very Sexy Sea by Victoria's Secret, 20,000 Flowers Under the Sea by Tokyomilk, Nebbia Spessa by Filippo Sorcinelli, Tiziana Terenzi's Sea Stars Collection, Chant d'Extase by Nina Ricci, Sirena by Floris, Squid by Zoologist, and Orto Parisi Megamare (be aware that the latter two suit a dark siren who lures men to their deaths more than a sweet mermaid princess).

🐚 Make your home smell like the deep sea too, with sea salt scented diffusers and candles such as Yankee Candle Sea Minerals, Yankee Candle Seaside Woods, or Jo Malone Wood Sage and Sea Salt

🐚 Home Decor Ideas: silk sheets in blue, grey, and sea green, seashell jewellery trays, homemade terrariums, jellyfish embroidery, seashell candles, beaded curtains made from string and shells, paintings of maritime scenes, glass vases filled with layers of sand, seashells, and faux pearls, seashell shaped soap dishes, rattan furniture, woven baskets, treasure chests to keep your valuables in, mermaid figurines, a seashell or jellyfish mobile, a bowl filled with seashells, a glass bottle filled with ocean water or with a love letter inside to replicate a message in a bottle, mosaics with marine motifs like seahorses and shells, even an aquarium with colourful fish if you are able to care for them

🐚 Spend lots of time around near bodies of water, swimming in it to connect with your inner mermaid, or just walking in it and feeling the sand beneath your feet

🐚 Collect seashells and pretty pieces of sea glass thar wash up on the shore

🐚 Watch synchronised swimming, or even learn it yourself

🐚 Go diving, snorkeling, or mermaiding

🐚 Visit aquariums to see beautiful exotic fish and learn more about the ocean

🐚 Do your best to be sustainable; make the world a cleaner place for your fishy friends to live in. If possible, attend a beach clean-up group local to your area to help pick up litter

🐚 Carry a haircomb and hand mirror with you at all times (you can hotglue seashells and faux pearls on the back of the mirror to make it even more like a mermaid's treasure)

🐚 Watch documentaries and read books on the ocean, marine life, and nautical myths and legends

🐚 Enjoy snacking on seaweed soup, coconut water, and Guylian seashell chocolates

🐚 Take luxurious baths with dead sea salt, seaweed masks, small white bath bombs that resemble pearls, a coconut scented candle, and calming music

[scotianostra]

5th January 1867 saw the death near Edinburgh of Alexander Smith, a Scottish poet who is best remembered for some of the prose he wrote.

Smith was born in a thatched house in Kilmarnock, his father, John Smith, was a Lowlander who worked as a designer of lace, calico prints, paisley patterns, and muslin. His mother Christina Murray Smith was of Highland extraction and, together with a Highland servant girl, first introduced him to Gaelic songs and Scottish legends.

Being too poor to send him to college, his parents placed him in a linen factory in Glasgow to follow his father’s trade of a pattern designer.

His early poems appeared in the Glasgow Citizen, in whose editor, James Hedderwick, he found a friend. A Life Drama and other Poems was a work of promise, ran through several editions, and gained Smith the appointment of secretary to Edinburgh University in 1854.

Although his early work A Life Drama was highly praised, his poetry was later less well thought of and he was ridiculed as being a Spasmodic, a school of poetry now fallen into oblivion.

Smith turned his attention to prose, and published Dreamthorp: Essays written in the Country and A Summer in Skye . He wrote two novels, Miss Dona M'Quarrie, and his last work Alfred Hagart’s Household .

He died in Wardie, near Edinburgh.

I must say I found his poems a bit hard work, apart from this one called Beauty.....

Beauty still walketh on the earth and air,

Our present sunsets are as rich in gold

As ere the Iliad’s music was out-roll’d;

The roses of the Spring are ever fair,

’Mong branches green still ring-doves coo and pair,

And the deep sea still foams its music old.

So, if we are at all divinely soul’d,

This beauty will unloose our bonds of care.

’T is pleasant, when blue skies are o’er us bending

Within old starry-gated Poesy,

To meet a soul set to no worldly tune,

Like thine, sweet Friend! Oh, dearer this to me

Than are the dewy trees, the sun, the moon,

Or noble music with a golden ending.

More on this obscure poet/writer here https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p…/alexander-smith/

[brandonshimoda]

THE BOOKS I READ IN 2022, in the order in which I read them (*books I read before, that I was reading again):

Alexandra Chang, Days of Distraction 

Elizabeth Miki Brina, Speak, Okinawa 

Cynthia Dewi Oka, Fire Is Not a Country 

Hanif Abdurraqib, Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest 

*Cathy Park Hong, Minor Feelings 

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory 

*Etel Adnan, Of Cities & Women (Letters to Fawwaz)

Sun Yung Shin, The Wet Hex 

traci kato-kiriyama, Navigating With(out) Instruments 

Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon

Solmaz Sharif, Customs 

*Etel Adnan, Journey to Mount Tamalpais 

Lucille Clifton, Generations: A Memoir 

Emerson Whitney, Heaven 

Kim Thúy, em, tr. Sheila Fischman 

Angel Dominguez, Desgraciado (the collected letters) 

Janice Lee, Separation Anxiety 

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

*Cathy Park Hong, Translating Mo’um 

Kyoko Hayashi, From Trinity to Trinity, tr. Eiko Otake 

Lao Yang, Pee Poems, tr. Joshua Edwards & Lynn Xu 

Yuri Herrera, A Silent Fury: The El Bordo Mine Fire, tr. Lisa Dillman (

Mai Der Vang, Yellow Rain

Chuang Hua, Crossings 

José Watanabe, Natural History, tr. Michelle Har Kim

Walter Lew, Excerpts from: ∆IKTH 딕테/딕티 DIKTE, for DICTEE (1982) 

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers 

Vasily Grossman, An Armenian Sketchbook, tr. Robert & Elizabeth Chandler

Hiromi Kawakami, Parade, tr. Allison Markin Powell 

Lynn Xu, And Those Ashen Heaps That Cantilevered Vase of Moonlight 

*Etel Adnan, Sitt Marie Rose, tr. Georgina Kleege 

Jennifer Soong, Suede Mantis/Soft Rage 

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street 

*Hilton Als, The Women

Dot Devota, >She 

V.S. Naipaul, The Return of Eva Perón 

Yasushi Inoue, The Hunting Gun, tr. Sadamichi Yokoo and Sanford Goldstein

Molly Murakami, Tide goes out 

Adrian Tomine, Shortcomings 

Hisham Matar, A Month in Siena 

Leia Penina Wilson, Call the Necromancer 

Gabriel García Márquez, News of a Kidnapping, tr. Edith Grossman 

Amitava Kumar, Bombay-London-New York 

Elizabeth Alexander, The Trayvon Generation 

Ryan Nakano, I Am Minor 

Constance Debré, Love Me Tender, tr. Holly James 

Hilton Als, My Pin-up 

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything 

Leslie Kitashima-Gray, The Pink Dress: A Story from the Japanese American Internment 

Emmanuel Carrère, Yoga, tr. John Lambert 

Ronald Tanaka, The Shino Suite: Sansei Poetry 

Patricia Y. Ikeda, House of Wood, House of Salt

Soichi Furuta, to breathe 

Kiki Petrosino, Bright 

Sueyeun Juliette Lee, Aerial Concave Without Cloud 

Nanao Sakaki, Real Play

Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias 

Francis Naohiko Oka, Poems 

Geraldine Kudaka, Numerous Avalanches at the Point of Intersection 

Steve Fujimura, Sad Asian Music 

Augusto Higa Oshiro, The Enlightenment of Katzuo Nakamatsu, tr. Jennifer Shyue 

Julie Otsuka, The Swimmers 

Salman Rushdie, The Jaguar Smile: A Nicaraguan Journey 

Margo Jefferson, Constructing a Nervous System 

Hua Hsu, Stay True 

Barbara Browning, The Miniaturists 

Kate Zambreno, Drifts 

*Julie Otsuka, When The Emperor Was Divine 

Louise Akers, Elizabeth/The Story of Drone

Wong May, In the Same Light: 200 Poems for Our Century from the Migrants & Exiles of the Tang Dynasty 

Gabrielle Octavia Rucker, Dereliction 

Trung Le Nguyen, The Magic Fish 

Jessica Au, Cold Enough for Snow 

Tongo Eisen-Martin, Blood on the Fog 

Lucas de Lima, Tropical Sacrifice 

*Like a New Sun: New Indigenous Mexican Poetry, ed. Víctor Terán & David Shook 

Billy-Ray Belcourt, A Minor Chorus 

Kazim Ali, Silver Road 

*Sadako Kurihara, When We Say Hiroshima, tr. Richard Minear 

Simone White, or, on being the other woman

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work 

Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes 

*Raquel Gutiérrez, Brown Neon 

Marguerite Duras, The Man Sitting in the Corridor 

Gayl Jones, Corregidora 

*Bhanu Kapil, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers 

*Etel Adnan, Seasons 

Gwendolyn Brooks, to disembark 

Cristina Rivera Garza, The Taiga Syndrome, tr. Suzanne Jill Levine and Aviva Kana

Gwendolyn Brooks, In the Mecca 

Nona Fernández, The Twilight Zone, tr. Natasha Wimmer

Selva Almada, Dead Girls, tr. Annie McDermott

*Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee

Valerie Hsiung, To Love an Artist

*Theresa Hak  Cha, Exilée and Temps Morts

Dao Strom, We Were Meant To Be a Gentle People

Randa Jarrar, Love Is An Ex-Country

*Dao Strom, Instrument

Osamu Dazai, Early Light, tr. Ralph McCarthy and Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun, tr. Donald Keene

Rachel Aviv, Strangers To Ourselves: Unsettled Minds and the Stories That Make Us

Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief, tr. Ibrahim Muhawi

[yr-obedt-cicero]

But my Dr Sir, he has fallen in the field of honour, & altho it has not pleased the Almighty Ruler to prolong his days, yet as he lived respected, & admired, so has he died lamented, & beloved. “How sleep the brave &c.”

Source — George Washington Parke Custis to Alexander Hamilton, [December 5, 1801]

This is a condolence letter written to Hamilton by Wash (Washington's step-grandson) in regards to Philip Hamilton's death a month prior. Philip and Wash were childhood playmates, and attended school together when young, they had what Wash considered a “mutual friendship”.

An interesting note about this letter is the reference to Ode: ‘How sleep the brave, who sink to rest’, by William Collins. It was written in the beginning of the year 1746, and the poem is about honoring and praising the dead soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country. Humans, nature, and angelic beings praise and respect those soldiers who have selflessly died for their country. In the first stanza, Collins comments on the way in which nature honors brave soldiers by illustrating how Spring returns “to deck their hallow'd mould” and “dress a sweeter sod” upon their plots. In the second stanza, William Collins portrays how angelic beings praise the dead soldiers by ringing bells and singing dirges. The poem also comments on the significance of the soldier's mission to make their country free.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest

By all their country’s wishes blessed!

When spring, with dewy fingers cold,

Returns to deck their hallowed mould,

She there shall dress a sweeter sod

Than fancy’s feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;

By forms unseen their dirge is sung;

There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,

To bless the turf that wraps their clay;

And Freedom shall awhile repair,

To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!

It's interesting to see Wash make the comparison, Philip's duel and death was definitely a sacrifice, but it's arguable to define it as one made for the country. Although the petty duel and severe aftermath did do much to open many folk's eyes, like Coleman, who was appalled by the event and condemned dueling afterwards. So, perhaps Philip's death did do something for America, like it's cultural traditions.

[krovscastlerpg]

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[libidomechanica]

Disturbed behind I weed

They open’d window, should start not!     I’m guessing you vomit their camp of deans; they stand your dry,     decrepit man who would

swarm like a slice of mee, if now     there rose a ready answer’d very wrong. The novels stepping     in my selfe to see,

sweet Arethusa. When thy     Idolaters shall I never die. Let the Past, his fate now     was at a star upon

thine ointment reach: and cold, through the     bedclothes in a whirlwind: then this of man’s Buff they tamed     him fair with berry-juice?

Till the Dream has loose, or honor     now I have done forever, because me to be praise on     the proud feet that feed upon

his heathen tatters: robert     Burns: pass by her passion have spoken, time is, Time’s spoils despised     every sacrificial

move—all their sockets of     delightes, as if embalming them, or with&. That jewell’d mass     of my lay, listening thee,

that went anywhere, that, near again—     again all his lineage? And, with wine last year. Look     not up, nor any male

in the imprinted countenance     is best, no better hemispheres; a dewy balm upon     thy sweet brood; pluck thee

whispering I will to the tender     hands beneath the mind? And never marriage, for that doth     the muse on one where all

that sport went swift beneath the worms     that cometh out of place he sang the musk of this is a     matter how often are,

and cooked his tutors, confessor,     and of spring about himself in flattery! I found     the threw the new strong wine

of presentative spot exists     in theyr heads, as they dead leave the spite on’t is, no praised thee     one more merry worm that

truly show of largeness who knew     him very idleness? True sublime, whom I had known: often     with the third by this

story. Man’s a phenomenon,     one knows, at which myriads of riding Alexander past     through the grave low down its

return no more your person appear     so when the comfort me while his load. He pored upon     his turn’d upon his heart.

[teoriasparaliticas]

IRIS VAN HERPEN: OUTWARD FASCINATION

Deferred from how it was published in A*Desk

The 21st century has given us some of the most remarkable encounters between design and technology. Few fashion shows in this regard are as memorable as Alexander McQueen‘s Spring/Summer 1999, where the designer began to showcase some of the early scenarios of convergence between these two disciplines - and the (not so) incipient threat of the technological – something that would be evoked once again in his final catwalk Plato’s Atlantis (2010).

Certainly this is not something that happens from the late 20th century, since the relationship between fashion and technology it’s always been close: design is certainly hitherto linked to it. Think of designers like Pierre Cardin and his incorporation of plastic and sculpturality in the ‘60s. Similarly, in the early 2000s, the first fashion shows by Turkish designer Hussein Chalayan revealed a marked interconnection with different nuances of technology, something that would increase in the subsequent years. Both examples illustrate how what we now remember as low tech, and therefore technology itself, has always been linked to clothing.

Iris Van Herpen, Snake Dress (2010), Dewi Driegen by Duy Quoc Vo for V Magazine Online

On this occasion, the decorative arts museum of Paris proposes in "Sculpting the Senses" an exhibition dedicated to the fragmentary universe of Dutch designer Iris Van Herpen, with a focus on her haute couture work, something in my opinion its reductive and non-assertive. 

Despite these precedents, Van Herpen's style is different: her vision for the future seems at a surgical level. Her aesthetic approach edges on asceticism, exhibiting a visual purity that reflects a deep exploration of the most contemporary architectural language. There seems to be no place for the rawness of certain organic materials; it must be from this desire that the synthetic verses towards water and wind emerge.

This approach is not limited only to technique and execution based on parametric architecture, characterized by its fluidity, fragmentation, and changing patterns, but also extends to the conceptualization of her creations. Van Herpen is known for her ability to draw inspiration from diverse sources, achieving captivating results and exploring avant-garde themes beyond the traditional conventions of fashion.

Iris Van Herpen, Quaquaversal (2016). Photo: Morgan O’Donovan

But the operating room is primarily dark - from a museographic standpoint - the designer is presented to us as an enigma, whose creativity will only be accessible through another process but semiological recognition, as if replicating a reverse engineering process concerned.

The curation proposed exposes us to the work of the designer, juxtaposed with various art and design objects, attempting to explain the sources of inspiration and where relationships there emerge. In this solipsistic process, all historical antecedents, such as the previously mentioned works of Chalayan or McQueen (with whom this latter the dutch designer took her first steps), are eradicated. 

Iris Van Herpen, Cathedral Dress (2012). Photo: Morgan O’Donovan

Sculptures like "Nautilus Penta" (2023) from the Belgian artist Wim Delvoye, where Gothic cathedrals overlapped are used as minimal units (as is customary in his style), and in this case, twisted to replicate the shell of the mollusk from which it takes its name, is contrasted with the "Cathedral Dress," presented in the spring collection of 2012. A similar process is carried out, perhaps one of the more linear relationships in this effort to point out possible influences.

Throughout the exhibition, there is an attempt to desensitize the spectators, a quest to intoxicate the senses, altering perception with a disturbing sound installation: an endeavor to materialize a synesthetic effect, referring not only to Van Herpen's own condition but also to the themes of her seasons "Seijaku" (Autumn/Winter 2017), where she explores the aesthetic potential of cymatics, studying the visual evolution of sound waves as geometric patterns, and "Sensorie Seas" (Spring/Summer 2020), where the neuroscientific theories of Santiago Ramón y Cajal converge with his structural drawings of the nervous system, compared to patterns presented by different types of cnidarians and mycelia.

Iris Van Herpen, Entangled Life Dress (2021). Photo: Myrthe Giesbers

Considering precisely the dynamism and vibrational sensations evoked by the use of garments, the decision to almost completely eliminate movement in the exhibition of the pieces is quite controversial - another major misstep in museography - when clearly this is their core requirement.

Certainly, this motile dimension is essential from the inception of her work, as can be seen in designs from her Spring/Summer 2010 collection, something replicated in the sculptures of Kate McGuire and Juliette Clovis.

Iris Van Herpen, from Hacking Infinity (2016). Photo: Morgan O’Donovan

This characteristic bestowed by weightlessness is essential in Van Herpen's work, where a prolific oceanic style can be recognized. Recognizable references such as the silhouettes evoked by Alexander McQueen in his aforementioned show "Plato's Atlantis", indicate that the aquatic relationship is not the only one that interests the designer; rather, it encompasses any anti-gravitational connection, any dynamism of form that may be related to challenging entropic conceptions (in a strictly physical sense). Contrasting with the stiffness and heaviness of other designs that clearly reference processes of crystallization and fossilization.

Between Music Group performance during catwalk Aeriform (2017). Photo: Morgan O’Donovan

Van Herpen's universe is undoubtedly a synthetic convergence between the forces of nature and cultural process, reorganizing and rearranging codes and social orders in a style where crinoids and ruffs can couple to give birth to an intricate artificial mesoglea*. A symbiosis of high technology and the craftsmanship of haute couture emerging from embroideries reinterpreting mycelial patterns.

In the development of three-dimensional appendages, even coated in latex to mimic skins of mythological creatures, cochlear forms or liquid metals, this subjects created by Iris Van Herpen are cyborgs of distant bodies. Virtual boundaries are evoked in a pulsating, centrifugal, outward fascination, from which sensory barriers are ejected. This virtuality functions as a holographic, mutable boundary, both technological and biological: a limit that can be an embrace as well as a weapon.

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*The mesoglea is the mainly watery tissue that serves as a hydrostatic skeleton in animals of the phylum Medusozoa (jellyfish)

[batmanfruitloops]

I love them so much! I observe them through the terrarium!

-Fluffy

(ref under cut)

[westwingsolo]

ALEXANDER GABRIEL CLAREMONT-DIAZ

"Ok... I know that this looks bad.. but I looked up how the dewy decimal system works and I promise I'll reorganize everything..."

[scintillulae]

[aggilbewara]

Jakarta Experience Board Raih Penghargaan sebagai BUMD yang Berperan Aktif dalam Isu Kesehatan

Jakarta Experience Board Raih Penghargaan sebagai BUMD yang Berperan Aktif dalam Isu Kesehatan

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[cannedstring]

hiiii! i’m ella :-) here’s a quick lil’ intro on violetta below before i hope off to w*rk. i’m sry it sucks. i do more later? maybe? so excited to be here.

◜  *  :  alisha boe . cis woman & she/her . the beach ii by wolf alice .  ━━  the legend surrounding london’s l’academiae furorum would not be complete without VIOLETTA LARSEN . the academy's TWENTY-THREE year old FIRST SOLOIST has returned to furore for SIX MONTHS , oft described as LAX, STARRY-EYED, CANDID, DISTANT  &  has proved utterly indispensable to the company. in passing , they’ve come to be associated with SALTED CITRUS ON THE RIM OF SOMETHING CRISP AND BURNING — CRUSHED LEAVES SEEPING EARTH BETWEEN CLASPED HANDS &  vibrations on a worn-out stage, feet against warmed hardwood, leaping and spinning . hair in waves, held by saltwater, dewy-afterglow as the sun’s first rays fall upon last night's sparkles and laughter . and mind masked by the right amount of hazy, chest bubbling as everything shifts to more pretty, more nice . whether this will be their final curtain call is anyone's guess  &  the company’s worst nightmare .  

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sahra rose quickly, naturally gifted but also a hard worker. danced on air, moves as smooth as they were sharp. style noted once as ‘uncomfortably beautiful’. alexander was a quiet, serious pianist who at first glance would go unnoticed, blended into the rest of the orchestra, but when he played, all eyes fell on him. a classic tale of romance. she danced to his music. he created music for her to dance to. they became bonded by the endless act of creating something great from nothing.

violetta was a ‘something great’ in their eyes, despite the way her formation had cut the careers of her mother and father short. they wished for something beyond the halls of furore. to create their own legacy and they did. traveled all over the place with baby, then child, then teenager, violetta, in tow. sahra and alexander — goodwill ambassadors, worked to build schools to spread dancing and music all over. socialites at the brim of the best events and ideas. 

they never imposed any boundaries on their sole daughter. she grew up learning from her parents but also whoever and whatever caught her eye. exuding confidence in the most cool-girl-culture-esque way with the shadow of nepotism ofc but you could never really pin violetta down. 

she seems to deal with everything  (annoyingly) with so much ease, doesn't know the concept of worrying (may be because of the fact that she always carries the best weed and shrooms — a must), knows about all the drama but never involved in any of the drama.

quintessentially she’s kid cudi dancing during electric feel at mgmt coachella set but as a person ifykyk

her venture at furore may have been expected all things considered but it wasn’t. a whim like many other things that violetta decided to tread into. although, she had her mother’s trainings and her father’s music and did all the right things albeit in very wrong ways, but it created her own unique style, not as perfect as her mother’s, but effortless, ripples in a stream. she kept at it for two years, the promise of principal dancer was there before she decided that her journey was over and went onto pursue other things to the chagrin of the academy. just bc she felt like it. violetta was seemingly unperturbed and went into acting, traveled some more, did a few apartment-tour-what’s-in-my-bag maunders. 

two years passed and she decided to return. by another whim was a reason accepted by most, although many had expected the academy to completely bar her, but again preference by bloodline ruled. violetta wasn’t made principal dancer though, first shunted to second soloist (to set an example) but then quickly first soloist once more.

in reality, violetta’s return was the most planned thing she had ever done in her entire life. meetings with her parents were booked as ‘dinner with sahra & alexander at 8 pm’, but their family dynamic was never the norm. still filled with love and joy. the news during one said dinner cast an ugly dent onto all of the great things that had been built. (illness tw) alexander was sick, had months — maybe — but it was all uncertain. the only uncertain violetta ever had difficulty dealing with in her life.

love was always characterized by passion in violetta’s mind and it felt right, needed, that both of her parents saw her dance on the stage to the song alexander had written for her, when she was born composed of notes that her mother had danced to all laced together. it was a way of managing grief. of saying all the things she wanted to say to him, and them.