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"Vivaldi: The Four Seasons" by Luka Faulisi for Sony Classical

Styling by Lisa Filippini Hair& MakeUp by Aurelia Braga de Matos

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Anne-Sophie Mutter

German violonist Anne-Sophie Mutter is universally considered to be one of the greatest violinists of modern times. Her artistry embraces everything from tonal richness and consummate technical virtuosity to transcendent expression and profound musicianship. Born in the German border town of Rheinfelden, she showed signs of exceptional talent at an early age. Anne-Sophie began to study piano at…

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David Bay 💙

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Some art from a stream i’ve made! I’ll be more active after my exams! 

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Lucien Clerguee. Le Violoniste. Arles. 1955

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

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J'aime le violon et les violonistes. (Via Getty Images)

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NUMB - 01

Summary: It was hard to live on as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t lose her hands and one of her best friends in that accident. It didn’t help that her hands were everything she had and everything she was. Without them, she wasn’t sure she had any reason to breathe anymore.

Pairing: Y/N (fem) x Yoongi

Genre: Heavy angst and fluff

Warnings: deal with depression, suicidal thoughts, and difficult relationships.

~ 600 words

Note: Hello everyone, merry Christmas! I hope everyone has been doing well, as promised, here is the first drabble from the NUMB series. The story will be updated twice a week, so next update should be either on Thursday or Friday, I’m still thinking about what to do hehe. I think I’ll probably update every Tuesday and Thursday, I’ll see about that. The tag list is opened, don’t hesitate to ask to be added! Feedback is warmly welcomed, as always. Please take well care, much love, Dolly.

Her head was resting against her desk, her cheek pressed against the glass, eyes emptily looking at her favorite perfume bottle. It had been a while since she had seen it, she realized. Half empty, as if she had barely used it despite getting it more than ten years ago. Shouldn’t it be emptier by now? She had to admit that perfume had always been a delicate topic with her; she often felt dizzy if the smell was too much. It was even worse on herself than on other people. Regardless, she couldn’t remember the last time she used the bottle. (Y/N) didn’t have the energy to think, she merely breathed in and out, steadily. She couldn’t get herself to look at something else. She just stared at the pink bottle, wondering what it would feel like to spray it on herself again.

However, she did not move. She remained there, blinking slowly, while she heard footsteps behind her. She didn’t move as she listened to her boyfriend’s soothing voice announcing his presence. She heard him remove his coat and his shoes, slowly undressing in the corridor until he entered the small room she was in. He never made a lot of noise, worried about waking her up from a nap. She could have smiled at the thought had her mood been a bit brighter. A few minutes passed before she felt his presence behind her, yet she did not acknowledge him. She felt too tired to move.

“Do you want me to spray some on you?” He barely whispered, maybe this way, it would feel like a secret, like a precious moment shared between them, but she didn’t really care for those things anymore. He was trying to still create memories with her, she knew that. He was always trying his best to make sweet moments out of their dull daily life. But how could he still want to when she was… Like she was now?

“I shouldn’t waste it. Don’t bother.” Her voice cracked, she had not talked for the whole day, even when the in-home nurse came to visit and made sure she was doing okay. It felt weird to suddenly reply when she usually didn’t care to. Yet, she didn’t want to leave him unanswered. Even if she couldn’t understand why he still bothered with her, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t recognize his efforts.

“It’s literally there to be used, love. It wouldn’t be a waste.” She almost sighed, he didn’t understand, did he?

“I have no reason to wear perfume.”

“Do you need one? Can’t one just want to wear perfume and stay home the whole day? I don’t think that it necessarily has to be special. We can always buy a new bottle when this one is done, if needed.” She sighed softly. He was always trying, wasn’t he? He was always so gentle, patient and understanding. But he didn’t actually get it. He never did.

“Yoongi…” She sounded exasperated, tired, almost hurt.

“All right, no perfume. I get it.” His voice held a smile that she couldn’t understand. How could he still smile when she kept on telling him to stop whatever he was trying to cheer her up? “(Y/N)?” She did not acknowledge him once again, yet for some reason, he seemed to sense that she was listening.

“I love you.” She wanted to say it back. She really did. But she couldn’t. She gulped nervously, eyes brimming with tears, but Yoongi didn’t take her silence personally. He didn’t need to hear it. He knew. Yoongi knew that despite her silence, she didn’t love him any less.

It was her own self that she had stopped loving after her accident.

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Portrait D’une Violoniste by Anne Vallayer-Coster (French, 1744-1818)

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Je reprends ma série de vieilles photos. Vie quotidienne à Vichel (Auvergne) en 1925, avec un jouer de violon et un curé discutant avec un jeune cycliste.

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Archet pour violon : Bois ou Composite - Le guide ultime.

Archet pour violon : Bois ou Composite – Le guide ultime.

Vous êtes un violoniste en herbe ou un professionnel confirmé? Le choix de votre archet est aussi crucial que celui de votre violon. C’est un élément qui va considérablement influencer la qualité du son produit et votre aisance à jouer. Mais alors, bois ou composite? C’est la question que de nombreux musiciens se posent. Dans cet article, nous allons détailler les avantages et inconvénients de…

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Petar Markoski 🎻

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Beloved

Little bonus part of "The violinist" serie because why not? 😉

Ron couldn't believe he was stepping inside the most beautiful house in the city. Lord Malfoy was quite known and feared by all the people. Ron didn't know what to think about Harry's obsession for the only son of Lord and Lady Malfoy but he was sure of one thing; Harry was mad to invite him and Hermione to this bloody beautiful place. 

It was too big for just four of them. Since Harry had moved into this house, making quite a fuss in the city, Ron had sworn to never come there. Only Hermione succeeded and insisted on coming to their reception. The first for them as a couple. 

"I don't like it, Mione." Ron said, unsure about it.

"It will be fine, Ronald! You promised to behave. It's your best friend's engagement party, you have to be there!" 

Ron rolled his eyes but he wanted to cry. His best friend had courted Draco Malfoy for an entire year before the heir decided to officialise their relationship to the world. 

As he entered, portraits were covering all the green walls of the manor, people were all around the houses, it was too pompous for his taste but if that's what Harry liked then do be it. Hermione took his hand and they walked toward another room, where violin and piano music could be heard. 

Ron stopped at the door frame, the sight of his best friend, playing his violin lovingly whilst watching Draco at the piano, was marvelous. All the room was smitten by the sight as much as he was. 

The guests could all feel the passion that both the musicians had for each other. When the music stopped and Harry bent to give his beloved a small, loving kiss, it was clear, they were in love. 

And the music brought them together. 

Forever.

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