#John Ystumllyn

[kafkasdiariies]

"I did a lot of research and I came across this 18th Century gardener who, through slavery times, came across from Africa to Wales and became the first black gardener in Wales. "Through adversity, he really triumphed, so that's where the inspiration really came from." That gardener, John Ystumllyn, was snatched from his home when he was about eight years old and likely brought to Wales to become a servant for society aristocrats. He was the first legally registered black person from North Wales. The poem, written by Black poet Alex Wharton and stitched inside the jacket, is inspired by the life of John Ystumllyn. The thorns necklace represents "the pain [lived] through that slavery trade at the time." When interviewed by Vogue, Lewis Hamilton explained the idea behind his look.

#lewis pullman #f1edit #formula 1 #F1 #black history #John ystumllyn #lhamiltonedit #Saintedevote #historyedit #Burberry #fashion #Fashionedit #my edit #homme #He looked so stunning yesterday #Andd those flowers 🫠🖤

[wordsforsunset]

“I hope the sun pours light upon our skin. And we melt into each other, into everything. Maybe the trees will speak, as they sometimes do. Whispers from the shade - Run, run away.

- Alex Wharton, The Gardener

#Alex Wharton #the gardener #John Ystumllyn #poem #quote #spilled ink #words #text #poetry #literature #quotes #qotd #on love #garden #roses #love #light

[heartsoftruth]

Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton’s Met Gala look was inspired by the story of John Ystumllyn, one of Britain’s first Black gardeners, and by the language of flowers in Black history.

His outfit was hand-embroidered for two weeks by a team of 20 before the finishing touches were painted by hand in New York over the weekend.

“Lewis’ coat is embroidered with periwinkles for endurance, yucca for eternity and protecting restless spirits, daffodils known as ‘pass-along’ flowers for their hardiness, and cedar branches for everlasting life,” explained Lee. | WWD

#06.05.24 #lewis hamilton #lh video24 #lh met gala24 #met gala

[emjayewrites]

The First Monday in May | LH44

SUMMARY: Lewis Hamilton and his girlfriend have too much fun at the Met Gala.

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Black Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI/18+

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A/N: I had to! Lewis was looking too good! The hold he has on me is crazy!! Please comment and reblog!! The headers/dividers are by @inklore

The luxurious suite at The Mark Hotel was a whirlwind of activity as you and Lewis prepared for fashion's biggest night - the Met Gala. Seated at the vanity, you watched in the mirror's reflection as your makeup artist meticulously applied the finishing touches to your glamorous look, but despite her artistry, you found your gaze continuously drifting, utterly entranced by the vision that was your boyfriend. He was an absolute vision as he prepared for fashion's biggest night.

Instead of the typical tuxedo, Lewis had chosen an exquisite all-black ensemble from Burberry to pay homage to the Welsh gardener John Ystumllyn. The intricate floral embroidery that adorned the long overcoat was a true work of art, a delicate stitching of daffodil motifs.

Watching as Lewis moved with that athletic grace of his, you felt a familiar heat unfurling low in your belly. Even three deliriously blissful months into this relationship, the man still managed to render you utterly breathless with desire.

"Easy there, gorgeous," your makeup artist chuckled, having caught your hooded gaze locked on Lewis. "We've still got some work to do before you can jump his bones."

You didn't even attempt to hide your shameless ogling as Lewis's own makeup artist leaned in to meticulously groom and sculpt his already perfect brows. The man's cheekbones could slice diamonds, you were certain.

"I can't help it," you murmured, shamelessly drinking in every sinewy line and angle of his body beneath the tailored lines of the all-black ensemble. "He's too much."

As if sensing your rapt regard, Lewis turned to catch your eye in the mirror. His full and bitable lips - a true pout that would make any sane woman melt - curved into a wolfish grin that did absolutely indecent things to your insides. The man was a walking orgasm without even seeming to try.

"See something you like over there, baby?" His tone was pure liquid sex, that deep baritone seeming to caress you from across the room.

Rather than answer verbally, you held his heated stare and slowly, deliberately dragged your gaze over his form in a full-body rake. Only when you'd visually mapped every hard plane and sinuous curve did you meet his darkened eyes once more.

The heavy silence that stretched between you thrummed with smoldering tension and the sort of electric chemistry that you somehow never seemed to run out of these days. You were well and truly still drowning in the depths of that delirious honeymoon phase.

Clearing his throat, Lewis broke the thick moment by unfastening his wristwatch and handing it off to his assistant. As he fastened an assortment of jewelry to his wrists and fingers, you admired how the gleaming metal accents played against his burnished skin like molten sunlight.

Lewis seemed to fill every inch of his look with that potent masculinity of his. Raw, unapologetic virility in its most delicious form. He certainly cut an impressive figure, yet somehow your gown managed to visually complement his rather than compete. An exquisite confection of black and white fabric, delicate floral embroidery across the bodice, and gossamer tulle layers underneath for a more puffy skirt, it was a study in ornate romance. As a playful wink to your boyfriend's look, you'd requested a spray of lush John Ystumllyn roses to be artfully woven into your elaborate upswept braid.

The overall effect was absolute decadent glamour, blending seamlessly with Lewis's darker, more understated Ystumllyn homage. You were in perfect stylistic alignment, two halves of a striking whole.

As you rose to join him for a few final touchup photos before the grand arrival at the Met, Lewis's molten gaze raked over you with naked hunger.

"Good god, you're exquisite," he rasped, reaching out to ghost his fingers over the delicately embroidered skirt. "Perfect in every way."

Leaning in, you pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of his jaw, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne.

"You keep kissing me like that and we'll never make it out of this hotel room," Lewis rumbled, his large hands settling possessively at your ass.

You let out a breathless laugh, feeling deliciously giddy in a way that never seemed to fade these days, not when you were around him. "And that would be such a tragedy?" you countered playfully, rising on your tiptoes to feather a string of teasing kisses along the strong column of his neck. "Think of all the headlines - 'Hamilton a No-Show At Big Fashion Event, Too Busy Wifing Up Boo.'"

The growl that rolled through Lewis's broad chest could only be described as primal. "Cheeky girl."

With some reluctance, you forced yourself to take a step back, smoothing the lapels of his ensemble as you drank in every last detail that would soon have the world's photographers in a frenzy.

"Tonight's the night, babe," you murmured, unable to resist running an admiring palm over the solid plane of his chest. "Ready for your close-up with me by your side?"

Lewis's whiskey-brown gaze burned molten with certainty and desire. "More than ready. It's you and me, baby. We got this."

Offering his arm in that genteel way of his, Lewis ushered you from the hotel suite to begin your grand debut as an official couple. As you rode the elevator to the lobby, butterflies took fluttering flight in your belly, not from nerves but pure, unbridled excitement.

This relationship was still so new, so wholly unexpected and whirlwind and earth-shatteringly right, that tonight felt profoundly momentous. Your first time facing the glaring scrutiny of the world's media and paparazzi as Lewis Hamilton's date - his woman to put it simply.

Yet gazing up at the achingly handsome man by your side, you felt nothing but calm certainty and devotion unfurling within you. This was your reality now, this charmed existence where you were cherished and adored by one of the most famous and talented men in the world.

The roar from the crowds outside was deafening as the hotel doors parted. Lewis held onto your hand tightly as the two of you made a dash to the awaiting black SUV.

When the two of you finally arrived at the Met Gala carpet, the roar from the crowds gathered outside reached fever pitch as your driver opened the door, a solid wall of camera flashes and shouted greetings assaulting you.

As you emerged onto the frenetic Met Gala carpet, the roar of the crowds and paparazzi reached deafening levels. Lewis kept you tucked securely against his side, his large hand a scorching brand at the small of your back as you blinked against the blinding flashes.

"Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me, baby," he murmured, lips brushing your temple. "You've got this."

Your arms instinctively banded around his trim waist as you took his scorching weight, nodding wordlessly. This entire event was Madison Square Garden levels of sensory overload and spectacle. Despite Lewis's easy confidence and the steadying weight of his arm around you, nerves fluttered wildly in your belly. This was your official debut to the world as his girlfriend, after all.

As if sensing your slight trepidation, Lewis leaned in closer, stealing a series of soft, reassuring kisses along your cheekbone. "Be a good girl and stay calm for me," he rumbled in that sinfully delicious baritone, "and I'll make sure you get a very…special reward later tonight."

You shivered at the heated promise in his words, the suggestive waggle of those thick brows that never failed to turn your insides to molten lava. "What kind of reward?" you couldn't resist asking coyly.

Lewis simply flashed you a wicked grin before turning his magnetic presence on the press line.

"Lewis! Lewis, over here!"

Posing effortlessly with that second skin of charisma and charm, he graciously accepted the mic from the smiling Ashley Graham. "Looking like an absolute dream tonight, my friend. And who is this vision on your arm?"

With a possessive sweep of his free hand down the embroidered curve of your waist, Lewis reeled you in closer until you were melded against the scorching line of his body. "This remarkable woman is the love of my life," he proclaimed boldly, his honeyed gaze of pure devotion blazing into yours.

Ashley let out a delighted laugh. "So this is the official hard launch of your relationship then? Out and proud for all the world to see."

Lewis's chuckle was rich with satisfied masculine pride as he nuzzled a kiss to your temple, his nose nuzzling the sweetly fragrant blooms woven through your braid. "I guess you can say that, yeah. No point in hiding the way I feel about this one anymore."

Flushed and giddy with glee, you somehow made it up the iconic Met steps in a blissful daze, secured to Lewis's side and feeling utterly invincible in his steadfast presence. Once inside the grand venue, your vision was awash with dazzling lights, priceless gowns and dapper tuxedos, a truly who's who of Hollywood and fashion royalty.

At your secluded table, Lewis introduced you to his fellow guests - songstress Raye, actors Jodie Turner, Colman Domingo, and Charlie Hunnam. The group instantly folded you in with warm smiles and enthusiastic conversation as Lewis's large hand found its way to your thigh beneath the tablecloth.

A jolt of pure sin shot through you at the blazing path his fingers traced over your bare skin, squeezing and caressing with casual possessiveness. He was permanently branded into your nerve endings at this point, able to ignite you with even the simplest of touches.

Across the table, Colman leaned over with a twinkle in his eye. "Seems our Lewis found himself quite the stunner. You'd better keep that man on a leash."

"Oh trust me," you managed to rasp out around the lump in your throat, "I fully intend to."

A fresh roar rose from the crowd as some of the evening's co-chairs - none other than Zendaya and Bad Bunny - took the stage to kick off the night's festivities and programming. Ariana Grande herself soon serenaded the event as Lewis's fingers continued their torturously delightful ministrations beneath the table, your thighs trembling with the effort of keeping your expression impassive.

Just as the first strains of one of Ariana's biggest hits reached a crescendo, Lewis suddenly stood and grasped your hand. Throwing him a questioning look, you allowed him to tug you up beside him.

"Do you trust me?" The words were a low, heated rasp meant only for your ears.

Your answering nod was instant, unhesitating. At this point, you would likely follow this man into the flames if he asked.

Slipping his palm against the small of your back once more, Lewis guided you from the grand auditorium and out into the dimly lit corridor, somewhere quieter and more private. You let out a startled gasp as he abruptly tugged you into what appeared to be a utility closet, shutting and locking the door behind your bodies.

"Lewis, what are you - mmph!"

His lips crashed over yours with bruising, devouring force, swallowing your words and sending an electric jolt straight to your core. The enclosed space was immediately suffused with the heady scent of his cologne and the unique, musky aroma that was simply him - dangerously virile, achingly male.

Pinning you to the wall, Lewis plundered your mouth with that wicked, talented tongue, his hands shamelessly roaming every curve and dip of your body. When you instinctively arched into his solid frame with a desperate whimper, he let out a guttural groan of approval.

"Wanted you the second I saw you in that fucking dress," he rasped harshly against the swollen seam of your lips. "Christ, I can't get enough of you, baby. Can't ever get close enough."

Spreading his large palms over the flare of your hips, he tugged your lower bodies flush in a deliriously sinful grind. His eyes were fever-bright and blown wide in the dim closet, a maelstrom of possessive hunger.

"All night, I wanted you just like this," he commanded in that rough, wrecked tone that obliterated your higher reasoning. "Writhing on my dick, my name falling from those pretty lips…I can't wait to fuck you senseless later, but first I'm gonna do it with my hands."

The world could have fallen away in that heated moment, and you wouldn't have noticed or cared - not when Lewis was kissing you breathless, reducing you to a devastated puddle of want in the circle of his scorching embrace.

Feverishly tugging at his tuxedo jacket and shirt, you finally managed to spread your palms over that broad, powerful expanse of bare chest. God, the man was sculpted perfection, every striated muscle and sinew begging to be mapped and worshipped with your mouth.

You latched on with your mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed trail of nips and kisses, laving the heated skin with your tongue.

"Christ..." His head fell back with a ragged groan. "That mouth, baby...gonna fuckin' ruin me."

You blazed a messy path of worship over every glorious inch of bared flesh, nipping and swirling your tongue until his strangled curses spurred you onward. His hands continued to roam wildly, locating the zipper at the back of your gown and dragging it down in one long pull until you were exposed from shoulders to waist. The entire upper portion slithered free, puddling at your feet and leaving you bared from the waist up. Lewis's shredded grunt seemed to vibrate through your very nerve endings.

"Fuckin' stunning..." he husked, drinking in every newly revealed inch of your skin with undisguised want. "So gorgeous, baby."

Any sense of inhibition or location abandoned you as Lewis sealed his mouth over yours once more. You arched wantonly into his hardness, fingernails scoring lines down his powerful back as your lower bodies ground together in a maddening spiral of friction.

He broke away with a guttural rumble, latching onto your pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark for all the world to see. A harsh tug followed, that broad palm closing around your thigh beneath the frothy skirt layers to hitch your leg over his powerful hip.

"Gonna make you mine now, girl," he growled against your damp skin. "No more waitin', no more teasin'..."

His free fingers sought the sleek juncture of your thighs, skimming along searing flesh, past your lace thong, and coaxing a litany of shameless moans past your parted lips. "This pretty pussy is mine."

The sheer possession in his lust-roughed baritone sent shockwaves of electric heat arrowing through you. He cupped you, skilled fingertips finding your slick, aching core as you canted your hips with a choked cry.

"Yes, Lewis...God yes!"

Rewarding your eager surrender with a harsh nip to the swell of your breast, he coaxed your other leg up and around his narrow waist. Pinning you to the wall fully, he slid two thick fingers into your dripping channel as his palm ground against your throbbing pearl in delicious torment.

"Fuckin' drenched for me," he commented with clear masculine satisfaction. "This what you want, baby girl? My fingers splitting you wide and fuckin' open..."

If he kept up that whiskey-rough filth while working you apart so skillfully, you were sure to detonate within seconds. Hips circling mindlessly, you chased the rapidly cresting highs, trusting him completely to send you plummeting over that euphoric edge.

"Please..." you sobbed, legs quaking where they were hooked around his lean hips. "Please, Lewis...I need..."

Whatever pleas remained caught in your throat as he claimed your lips again, swallowing your hoarse cries and whimpers. The built-in shelving at your back served as convenient leverage as he fingers pumped in a steady, owning cadence while his palm continued kneading at your sensitive bud with perfect pressure.

You tore your mouth away to gasp against his stubbled jaw, tingles of electricity licking along every nerve ending like wildfire. "I'm gonna...oh God, Lewis, I'm gonna..."

"That's it, baby." His answering rasp was shredded and dark, wreathed in blatant carnal pride at your wanton surrender. "Let it go for me...drench my fuckin' hand with it."

His vulgar praise was the final push you needed. With a drawn-out keening cry, your spine arched into an almost painful bow as you released in spectacular, obliterating waves of screaming pleasure. Lewis held you pinned as shockwave after shockwave washed over you, prolonging and intensifying your euphoric high.

At some point, you found yourself draped over him bonelessly, panting in great heaving gulps while he nuzzled your hairline and trailed hot, worshipful kisses over your face and throat. Though satisfyingly sated for the moment, an ember of longing still throbbed molten and low, awaiting his final searing brand.

"Goddamn, you're exquisite," Lewis breathed against your sweat-dampened skin. "I'll never get enough of you, baby girl. Not in this life or the next..."

As he shifted to mouth along the shuddering column of your exposed throat, those talented fingers still worked your flushed, sensitized flesh in tiny pulses and caresses, sending aftershocks of delicious torment skating through your limbs. Overwhelmed anew, you could only cling to him, this remarkable man whom you'd fallen so hopelessly in love with.

After sharing a lingering kiss that left you both slightly breathless, you reluctantly disentangled yourselves and began straightening rumpled attire. Lewis shot you a roguish wink as he smoothed the lapels of his immaculate tuxedo jacket. You bit your lip to stifle a giddy giggle, feeling deliriously happy despite the slight flush of embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position.

Squaring your shoulders, you emerged from the utility closet trying your best to exude nonchalance. Lewis followed closely behind, his large palm skating across the small of your back in a reassuring caress. Immediately, you nearly walked straight into the grinning form of none other than Bad Bunny himself.

"Ay yi yi...." The Puerto Rican rapper's eyes danced with mischief as he took in your flustered appearances. "If I had known the closets were available, I would have brought someone myself."

Lewis just laughed, slinging an arm around your waist. "What can I say? She's irresistible."

You ducked your head shyly as Bad Bunny chuckled. After exchanging some playful banter, you and Lewis headed back to the Gala's main venue - hands intertwined, beaming unabashedly. Despite the brief embarrassment, your shared smiles spoke of an unbreakable partnership built on deep adoration. In Lewis's eyes, you were his unstoppable equal, his everything. And he was undeniably yours.

#the first monday in may #lewis hamilton #emjayewrites #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfic #sir lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton x black!reader #f1 x reader #f1 x black!reader #lewis hamilton x black oc #lewis hamilton x black reader

[aphrostiel]

Flowers for you.

Drawing of Lewis wearing his black floral embroidery suit at the Met Gala 2024. His suit is very special. He's honoring the life of John Ystumllyn, the first black gardener in Wales, hence the flower earrings and details on the suit. So not only it looks beautiful, its meaning is even more beautiful. He never misses.

#sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton drawing #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanart #met gala #lh44 #team lh44

[baby-alien11]

Met Gala (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

Ever since the invitation for you and Jack to attend the 2024 MET Gala arrived, you and Jack along with both teams of stylist started to work for the looks, managing to pull a replica of a Dior vintage dress and Jack got a custom made suit to match with your dress

"I'm not going to let you go with a boring suit", you said to Jack during the design process of the outfits, "We're going to serve in the Gala"

The months previer to the Gala passed between doing personal projects, fittings of the outfits and tests of hair and make up; and when the time to fly to New York for the even, both of you arrived on saturday night, to be able to watch the Miami GP races on sunday, which ended up in Jack being over the moon to watch a McLaren win, which made you happy because it was one of his favorite teams

The monday of the MET Gala, preparations started early with the styling, and the best thing was that the disagner both of you were using wasn't spoiled online, and you were sure of that thanks to being chronically online

"Almost no one is serving", you commented seeing the first looks arriving

"What's with the beige and black colors?", Jack frowned

"I know, they're not with the dress code"

Having multiple views of all the attendants of the event, the styling continued for almost an hour, in which your hair was the longest to get ready, during which Jack got dressed in his blue with embroidered flowers suit

Once your hair and make up was ready, it was time to put on the dress (which they made floor lenght for the gala), shoes, earrings, bracelet, necklace and took the purse chosen for the look, even putting a bit of pink eyeshaown in your tattoo; before leaving for the event, photos and videos of the looks were taken, individually and in couple, before covering both of your looks with black capes and keep the surprise for the carpet

"I remember when getting ready for the Scream premiere, in that same hotel, you said about feeling like going to the MET", Rachel mentioned on the van on the way to the event, "And now both of you are going, how does it feel?"

"I can't believe Anna Wintour knows who we are", Jack said causing laughs for everyone

"Exactly the same thought", you nodded, "I thought it was going to be a few years before attending, but we are going before turning twenty, this is crazy"

Arriving at the MET, a few more minutes after you were able to go down thanks to the guests arriving, and standing in the line to wait to step into the carpet, but feeling a bit nervous to talk to someone, both of you kept the talking between yourselves, until a voice behind you spoke

"Nice outfits guys"

Hearing that voice, both of you stayed in shock for a few seconds before turning to look at Sir Lewis Hamilton with a black outfit and gold accesories, smiling at both of you

"Thank you", Jack said a bit starstruck

"Is Dior?", Lewis asked

"Yeah, I'm wearing a replica of a 1949 Dior and Jack got a customed suit", you explained, "I'm sorry, we didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Y/N Ulrich"

"Hi, Jack Champion"

"You're the kids Max, Carlos, Lance and Mick talk about", Lewis exclaimed recognising your names, "Nice to finally meet you, also I saw the interview, it was amazing"

"Thank you so much", you smiled, "By the way, amazing outfit"

"Thanks, it's inspired by John Ystumllyn, one of the first black gardeners in England", Lewis explained before opening his coat, "Even I have a poem about him in it"

"This is incredible, all the detail in the look", Jack recognised reading the poem, "By the way, we saw the race yesterday, well, all the weekend, it was incredible"

"It hasn't been a good year for us, but we are pushing the car the best way we can, and thank you for the support, and Max said something about both of you going to Monaco for the race"

"Yeah, he invited us, it was one of the gifts in the box", you nodded

"Well, regardless of both of you being in the Red Bull garage, you are welcome to the Mercedes one, also in the Ferrari one next year"

"It's an honor, thank you", Jack nodded

Soon, the conversation was over as a photographer approached asking for a photo of the three of you, at what all of you possed for it; as the line kept conitnuing and the time to pose in the steps, the three of you continued to talk

When the time to go arrived, Lewis gave both of you a few advices on how to pose and to show the outfits, which both of you made sure to follow, not noticing he was taking photos of both of you with his phone

Walking along the stairs, both of you stopped at the top for a Vogue interview

"Now, we have Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion, one of the IT couples, guys, I love the outfits, I want to know everything about the looks", the interviewer said

"We are wearing Dior, this is a replica of a 1949 couture dress"

"And this is a costum made Dior suit, it was made so we can match, and stay with the theme"

"Stunning, also this your first MET Gala, how does it feel?"

"Surreal", you smiled, "It's like another world"

"Guys, I know you are the Ghostface princess and prince, but today, you are the floral royalty"

"Thank you", both of you smiled blushing a bit

A little after, both of you continue the way to the building, greeting Anna Wintour who was at the steps greeting all the guests, before entering to see the exhibition and meeting more people (which included you and Rachel Zegler finally meeting in person), and then going to the salon where the dinner and show would be held, finishing the first MET Gala for both of you (and fortunately more to come)

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion scream #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #jack champion imagine #jack champion x y/n #met gala

[cinevettel]

LEWIS HAMILTON attends the 2024 met gala

honoring the life of John Ystumllyn, the first black gardener in Wales 🤍

#lewis hamilton #formula 1 #f1 #mercedes #celebs #met gala 2024 #gifset #gifs #*gifs

[fairie-grl]

so lewis fit is by daniel lee x burberry

his coat has a poem by the poet alex wharton called the gardener

the whole out fit was inspired by the life story of john ystumllyn an wallace’s gardener which lewis hinted at in a insta earlier

#lewis hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #met gala 2024 #sabrina met gala coverage #brina’s met gala 2024

[wejustvibing]

Lewis even made it to booktok or literature instagram with his metgala look. Jack Edwards who's a very known bookfluencer Youtuber made a post about him because of the poem and how beautiful his look was!!

i saw that post 🥹 such a beautiful interpretation of the theme and love that it's not going unnoticed. also saw ppl thanking lewis for introducing them to the story of John Ystumllyn. impactful! 🫶🏾

#anonymous

[myobsessionsspace]

Lewis Hamilton in Burberry

British Formula 1 driver Lewis Hamilton's Met Gala Burberry look was inspired by the story of John Ystumllyn, one of Britain’s first black gardeners, and the symbolic language of flowers in black history. John Ystumllyn was an 18th-century gardener and is considered the first well-recorded black person of North Wales. Most likely brought to the Ystumllyn estate as an enslaved boy, he was well-respected in his local community, eventually marrying a local woman named Margaret Gruffydd.

Oil painting of John Ystumllyn and the yellow rose named after him

Hamilton's outfit was hand-embroidered over two weeks by a team of 20, before the finishing touches were painted by hand in New York. Inspired by Ystumllyn's green thumb, the coat is embroidered with periwinkles for endurance, yucca for eternity and protection, daffodils for their hardiness, and cedar branches for everlasting life. The thorns around his neck symbolize the perils of slavery. Fashioning Self

#Met Gala #The Costume Institute

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Beautiful Men 👑

hamainglew:

Sir Lewis Hamilton at the MET Gala last night wearing @burberry, styled by @ericjmcneal

@WWD: "Lewis Hamilton’s Met Gala look was inspired by the story of John Ystumllyn, one of Britain’s first Black gardeners, and by the language of flowers in Black history.

His outfit was hand-embroidered for two weeks by a team of 20 before the finishing touches were painted by hand in New York over the weekend."

Daniel Lee, Creative Director for Burberry said: "Lewis’ coat is embroidered with periwinkles for endurance, yucca for eternity and protecting restless spirits, daffodils known as ‘pass-along’ flowers for their hardiness, and cedar branches for everlasting life."

Lewis also included a poem by @alexwharton_ as part of his jacket which is titled "The Gardener" ✨

This is Lewis’ best MET Gala look ✨

#LH44Style

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🎥: GQ

#LewisHamilton #MetGala #Burberry #F1 #GQ #VogueMagazine

fashionbombdaily:

#AveryWilson wore #TannerFletcher to the 2024 #MetGala, styled by @icontips. What say you?📸Getty

#averywilsonfbd

waymanandmicah:

Colman Domingo for The Met Gala 2024

In custom @willychavarrianewyork Shoes @louboutinworld

Jewels @davidyurman

Grooming @jam_rich

Carpet Photo Credits

@strongblacklead @vogue

@vanityfair

After Party Look

In full @Balmain

Photos by @mayaiman #WaymanandMicah #ColmanDomingo #WillyChavarria #MetGala2024

britishvogue:

“I hear it’s chaos downstairs… apparently there’s a two-and-a-half-hour queue for the lift!” #JonathanBailey told #BritishVogue from his suite on the 11th floor of The Mark, on the afternoon of the 2024 #MetGala. To the relief of fashion – and #Bridgerton – fans everywhere, the #Wicked star navigated the crush in the lobby and made it to the Met, wearing a @Loewe suit embellished with a hand-crafted metal peony with a “sugar crystal” texture. Hit the link in bio for the full interview.

Photographed by @XXPaigePowell.

#lewis hamilton #avery wilson #colman domingo #jonathan bailey #beautiful men #met gala 2024 #met gala after party 2024

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New rose named after one of UK’s first documented black gardeners | Wales | The Guardian

The John Ystumllyn rose is believed to be the first to be named after an ethnic minority person of colour in the UK

John Ystumllyn was abducted from west Africa in 1746 and taken to Gwynedd, north Wales

One of Britain’s first known black gardeners has been honoured with a rose named after him in celebration of his life.

John Ystumllyn, whose original name is unknown, was abducted as an eight-year-old boy in west Africa around 1746 and taken to Gwynedd, north Wales. There he became a servant in the household of the Wynn family of Ystumllyn, whose estate he was named after, and learned horticulture in the gardens.

He went on to become a respected gardener and the first black person in the region whose life was well documented, marrying a local white woman, Margaret Gruffydd.

Campaigners believe the yellow rose, chosen because yellow symbolises friendship, is the first to be named after a person of colour in the UK.

Zehra Zaidi, the founder of We Too Built Britain, which campaigns to raise awareness of the achievements of under-represented groups, approached the Chelsea flower show winner Harkness Roses with the idea to create the rose in the wake of the Black Lives Matters protests last summer. The Hertfordshire nursery has previously bred roses named in honour of the Queen and the late Duke of Edinburgh.

Zaidi said Ystumllyn’s achievements were important to her growing up as a young person from a minority ethnic background in Carmarthen, south Wales. She said his story also connected with how “so much of Britain, its flora and fauna has been brought over from empire”.

“His story allows us to see integration, to see a more inclusive history of gardening,” she added.

According to a biography written in 1888, a century after his death, Ystumllyn – also known as or Jac Du, meaning Black Jack in Welsh – told how he was captured as a child “on the banks of a stream amid woodland attempting to catch a moorhen, when white men arrived and caught him and took him away with them to the ship”.

Dr Marian Gwyn, the head of heritage for Race Council Cymru, said records showed he was not subsequently enslaved and lived as a free man.

She said: “We have somebody who is torn from Africa and taken to Wales, and despite that trauma makes a life for himself. It’s evident that he did experience racism and that this deeply upset him. But it is clear from many other reports that he was considered to be a fine gentlemen.

“Culturally, I think we tend to always associate gardening with white people. And what we have with John is a black man who made his career out of gardening in the middle of the 18th century. That’s significant because it overturns our idea of who a gardener is.”

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Lewis Hamilton’s Met Gala look was inspired by the story of John Ystumllyn, one of Britain’s first Black gardeners, and by the language of flowers in Black history.

His outfit was hand-embroidered for two weeks by a team of 20 before the finishing touches were painted by hand in New York over the weekend.

“Lewis’ coat is embroidered with periwinkles for endurance, yucca for eternity and protecting restless spirits, daffodils known as ‘pass-along’ flowers for their hardiness, and cedar branches for everlasting life,” explained Lee.| WWD

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Community gardening groups from across the UK have met in the Buckingham Palace Rose Garden to plant the John Ystumllyn rose, believed to be the first in the country named after an individual from an ethnic minority background. It was marked with a personal message by the Queen

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The Queen's special tribute to black gardener kidnapped from Africa and brought to North Wales

A beautiful yellow rose planted in Buckingham Palace gardens has been named in his honour.

The Queen said

“I am pleased that the John Ystumllyn rose is being planted in the Buckingham Palace Gardens today. The rose has been bred as a mark of friendship and community, and I hope guests and visitors to the garden will have the opportunity to reflect on what this rose represents for many years to come.”

I'm sure plenty of people will have a negative take on this. And hey, free speech. You say what you think. I'm all for that.

But I believe this is a positive step.

Nothing whatsoever can erase the fact that a young boy was stolen from his mum and taken thousands of miles to be sold as a slave.

That's equally as wrong as the countless children who've been trafficked from and to a whole range of cultures and civilisations throughout human history.

And to our species shame is still going on right now.

A fact that we shouldn't forget and one that should spur us to fight it.

But, as this article tells us, that young boy grew up to become an accomplished gardener and land steward, the first black citizen of Wales and his marriage to Margaret Gruffudd was Wales first inter racial marriage.

We can celebrate those achievements of his.

One thing that's been said of the John Ystumllyn rose is

"We wanted to breed a new rose as a symbol of friendship, love and community and to bring people together after the divisiveness of recent years."

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John Ystymllyn, 11 May 1754.

Unknown artist.

The following text is from the Friends of Friendless Churches organisation:

Picture a child on the banks of a stream in a woodland, attempting to catch a moorhen. It sounds picturesque, but this is 1746, and he lives in West Africa, where black lives are under threat from the global slave trade. Suddenly, he’s abducted and take him far away from the stream, from his home and from everything and everyone he knows. Some time later, perhaps after working in the W. Indies, the young boy is selected to travel across the ocean to Ynyscynhaiarn in Gwynedd, North Wales, where he will work for the Wynne family. We don’t know what name his parents had given him, but the Wynnes name him ‘John Ystumllyn’ after their own estate.   Numerous boys like John were treated like exotic pets and displayed as status symbols to highlight a family’s wealth and connections to overseas trade. They frequently appeared in paintings in this period. In 1754, John too had his portrait painted. A novelty in North Wales, he became known as ‘Jack Du’, or in English, ‘Jack Black’.   When John arrived at Ynyscynhaiarn, he was possibly as young as 8, and according to one source ‘he had no language other than sounds similar to the howling of a dog’. We can only begin to imagine how terrifying it must have been in a completely unfamiliar place with no way to communicate. The circumstances that brought John to Wales were a crime against his humanity that must never be forgotten. However, his story is also one of resilience, respect, and love. John soon learned to speak and write in English & Welsh. He became an accomplished gardener. Over time, Margaret Gruffydd, the maid who brought him his meals, fell in love with him, and they married in 1768. The Wynnes gave them a cottage, with a garden, a field and a cow in recognition of John’s service. John and Margaret had 7 children (two died in infancy), and thus John’s African heritage was woven into the rich tapestry of Welsh ancestry and culture.

John Ystumllyn died in 1786 “probably in his mid to late forties, after confessing on his deathbed that he had sinned by playing the fiddle on the Sabbath”. He was buried with dignity in St Cynhaearn’s churchyard in Ynyscynhaiarn.

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