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matildhba · 4 months

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A Little Life: Fragrances

I saw someone (@bookwormthrowaway - hope you don't mind the mention) commenting on the scene related to that parfume scene, so I thought I'd make a post about it.

Disclaimer: I'm by no means an expert,they are just scents that somehow remind me of certain scenes and characters from the book. Also this is just my opinion. If you think differently, let me know.

I'll start with Jude, describing scents that I associate with him, giving recommendations for men, then for women. I'll repeat the process with Willem.

Mention of Fragrance in the Book

[ Willem would always bring him something from wherever he’d been working, and when he came back from The Odyssey, it was with two bottles of cologne that he’d had made at a famous perfumer’s atelier in Florence. Willem explained how he’d had to describe [Jude] to the nose—what colors he liked, what tastes, what parts of the world—and that the perfumer had created this fragrance for him.

He had smelled it: it was green and slightly peppery, with a raw, aching finish. “Vetiver,” Willem had said. “Try it on,” and he had, dabbing it onto his hand because he didn’t let Willem see his wrists back then.

Willem had sniffed at him. “I like it,” he said, “it smells nice on you,” and they were both suddenly shy with each other.

“Thanks, Willem,” he’d said. “I love it.”

Willem had a scent made for himself as well. His had been sandalwood-based, and [Jude] soon grew to associate the wood with him: whenever he smelled it—especially when he was far away: in India on business; in Japan; in Thailand—he would always think of Willem and would feel less alone. As the years passed, they both continued to order these scents from the Florence perfumer. ]

For Jude, these words would describe his fragrance:

Green and peppery perfume

Raw and aching finish scent

Unisex vetiver cologne

Woody and spicy fragrance

Earthy and green perfume

Vetiver-based scent

Men's Fragrances :

Grey Vetiver / Tom Ford

Top notes: Citrus (grapefruit, bergamot)

Heart notes: Vetiver, Spices (nutmeg kind of, pepper)

Base notes: Woods, Amber

Grey Vetiver by Tom Ford has a fresh, citrusy opening, followed by the distinctive earthy and woody scent of vetiver. As it lingers, the fragrance develops into a warm base with notes of woods and amber, creating a well-balanced and timeless aroma.

This perfume makes me think of Jude spending hours on end in his office, never missing a day of work, solving cases, defending in the courtroom, saving those big ass pharmaceutical companies.

Vetiver/Guerlain

Top notes: Citrus (lemon, bergamot), Spice

Heart notes: Vetiver, Woody

Base notes: Tobacco, Leather

Vetiver by Guerlain has a fresh, citrusy opening with notes of lemon and bergamot, followed by a prominent earthy and woody vetiver scent.

It makes me think of cleanliness, and somehow of the apartment on Green Street, also of that scene after Jude is beaten by Caleb, and Harold comes and cleans up the apartment. He mentioned that the apartment is very clean, full of cleaning products, and the whole place gives the impression that it is inhabited by someone with an organized and enviable life, with carefree parties and without regrets or insecurities. This fragrance makes me think of someone who lives there.

3. Terre d'Hermès

Top notes: Orange, Grapefruit

Heart notes: Flint, Pepper, Pelargonium

Base notes: Cedar, Vetiver, Benzoin

Terre d'Hermès features initial citrusy notes of orange and grapefruit, followed by a heart of flint, pepper, and pelargonium, and settles into a base of cedar, vetiver, and benzoin.

This fragrance reminds me of being in the woods, of the house Malcolm was building for Jude and Willem, and their visits there—walks in the countryside, a peaceful enough life. Perhaps even a bit of the early years on Lispenard Street, although it smells a bit too rich for that.

Women's Fragrances;

We are still with fragrances inspired by Jude here.

Jo Malone London's Earl Grey & Cucumber:

Top notes: Bergamot, Black Tea

Heart notes: Cucumber

Base notes: Musk

Jo Malone London's Earl Grey & Cucumber is a refreshing and aromatic fragrance with bright and citrusy notes of bergamot and black tea. The crisp heart of cucumber is complemented by the base notes of musk, creating a clean and elegant scent.

This fragrance reminds me of Harold and Julia's house in Truro and the vacations spent there, the walks on the beach, and swimming in the pool, the scent of the grass after a fresh rain.

Diptyque Vetyverio:

Top notes: Mandarin, Grapefruit, Lemon

Heart notes: Geranium Bourbon, Nutmeg, Clove

Base notes: Vetiver, Woody Notes.

Vetyverio by Diptyque is a vibrant and sophisticated fragrance with citrusy top notes of mandarin, grapefruit, and lemon. The heart features geranium bourbon, nutmeg, and clove, adding warmth and spice. The base, characterized by vetiver and woody notes, completes the composition with an earthy and refined essence.

The description makes it a bit dirty, but I consider that the feminine version of Jude would best fit with this. It brings to mind an intelligent, reserved person who takes long morning walks, that specific morning air – chilly and fresh, while still maintaining that vetiver base described by Willem.

Miller Harris Vetiver Insolent:

Top notes: Bergamot, Black Pepper, Elemi

Heart notes: Iris, Lavender, Amber

Base notes: Vetiver, Tonka Bean, Moss

Vetiver Insolent by Miller Harris is a distinctive fragrance with lively top notes of bergamot, black pepper, and elemi. The heart reveals a blend of iris, lavender, and amber, while the base notes of vetiver, tonka bean, and moss create a sophisticated and slightly rebellious character. The overall composition is fresh, offering a modern take on vetiver.

I associate this with a busy life, visits to the office (strangely, yes, it reminds me of the specific smell of the hospital, but it's more due to a personal connection than anything else), hurried afternoons, the onset of spring, and the freshness of the air.

For Willem, these words would describe his fragrance:

Warm wood fragrance

Amber wood scent

Oriental wood perfume

Sandalwood fragrance.

Men's Fragrance :

Tom Ford Santal Blush:

Top notes: Indian spices, Cumin, Cinnamon

Heart notes: Australian sandalwood, Benzoin, Virginia cedar

Base notes: Amber, Vanilla, Woody notes

Santal Blush by Tom Ford is a warm and spicy fragrance with a blend of Indian spices, cumin, and cinnamon. The heart features the richness of Australian sandalwood, benzoin, and Virginia cedar. The base notes of amber, vanilla, and woody elements create a sensual and luxurious trail, making Santal Blush sophisticated and alluring.

It makes me think of autumn, Willem's favorite season – leaves falling, the scent from cafés lingering in the air, the coffee Willem stopped to drink, and the fresh aroma from it. The pastries made by Jude late at night while Willem stands beside him, the feeling you have when you finally get home, staying in bed for another 5 minutes in the morning.

Santal 33 by Le Labo :

Top notes: Cardamom, Iris

Heart notes: Ambrox, Violet, Sandalwood

Base notes: Cedarwood, Leather, Musk

Santal 33 by Le Labo is a distinctive and unisex fragrance with intriguing top notes of cardamom and iris. The heart introduces ambrox, violet, and sandalwood, creating a woody and floral accord. The base notes of cedarwood, leather, and musk contribute to the overall warmth and sophistication, making Santal 33 a modern and memorable olfactory experience.

If 'Santal Blush' by Tom Ford mentioned above smelled like home and comfort, this one certainly does not. It takes me with thoughts of leaving home for extended periods, to the first scent Jude would smell after Willem finally came back. To film promotions, airports, interviews - in general, to that hectic, famous, and rushed life that Willem had.

Diptyque Tam Dao:

Top notes: Rosewood, Cypress, Myrtle

Heart notes: Spices, Woods, Patchouli

Base notes: Sandalwood, Cedar, Vanilla

Tam Dao by Diptyque opens with a blend of rosewood, cypress, and myrtle, offering a fresh and aromatic introduction. The heart notes introduce a combination of spices, various woods, and patchouli, adding warmth and complexity. The base notes of sandalwood, cedar, and vanilla create a creamy and comforting finish, contributing to the overall sophisticated and serene aura of Tam Dao. The scent is often celebrated for its smooth, balanced, and unisex appeal.

This one takes me in between the two fragrances mentioned above, not quite at home but not entirely in the professional life either. It makes me think of the visits that Jude and Willem had in France, India, Rome - especially Rome. And I believe this perfume would also fit well with Jude, always reminding me of those bits towards the end, where Harold and Julia are with Jude in Rome, how Harold seeks Jude in every person, in every corner.

Women's Fragrances;

Creed Original Santal

Top notes: Orange Tree Absolute, Jamaican Ginger, Sicilian Lemon

Heart notes: Lavender, Peppermint, Rosemary, Pinkberries

Base notes: Mysore Sandalwood, Virginia Cedar, Vanilla, Siam Benzoin, Ambergris

Creed Original Santal is a luxurious fragrance with a citrusy and spicy opening featuring orange tree absolute, Jamaican ginger, and Sicilian lemon. The heart unfolds with a blend of lavender, peppermint, rosemary, and pinkberries. The base, characterized by Mysore sandalwood, Virginia cedar, vanilla, Siam benzoin, and ambergris, creates a warm and inviting essence, offering a rich and opulent olfactory experience.

Honest, although the scent takes me all around the character of Willem and what it represents (but in the feminine version, of course), this is not my favorite fragrance. I don't even know how to explain why; I've only smelled it a few times because my sister wears it, but it felt suffocating to me. Let me know if any of you have ever tried it.

2. Herba Fresca Aqua Allegoria Guerlain

Top notes: Green Tea, Lemon, Mint, Petitgrain

Heart notes: Green Notes, Lily of the Valley

Base notes: Green Musk

Aqua Allegoria Herba Fresca by Guerlain opens with a refreshing blend of green tea, lemon, mint, and petitgrain, creating a crisp and invigorating start. The heart notes introduce green elements and the delicate floral note of lily of the valley, contributing to the fragrance's natural and airy quality. The base notes of green musk provide a subtle and clean finish, enhancing the overall freshness of Herba Fresca. This fragrance is often celebrated for its light and uplifting character, making it a suitable choice for warm weather or those who appreciate green and citrusy scents.

I associate this type of perfume with those good girls, the "girls girl" type, which you surely know. Those kind and beautiful girls who are ready to go the extra mile for others – it also reminds me of Willem, of course. I don't know if this is more of a subconscious association, but I had a high school classmate who wore only this scent throughout all 4 years, and I loved her for it.

3. Burberry Her Blossom

Top notes: Mandarin, Pink Peppercorn, Plum

Heart notes: Cherry Blossom, Peony, Violet

Base notes: Musk, Sandalwood

Burberry Her Blossom opens with a vibrant combination of mandarin, pink peppercorn, and plum, creating a fruity and energetic introduction. The heart notes feature the delicate and floral accord of cherry blossom, peony, and violet, contributing to the fragrance's feminine and romantic character. Musk and sandalwood in the base provide a soft and comforting finish, rounding out the overall composition. Her Blossom is often described as a youthful and charming scent, suitable for those who enjoy sweet and floral fragrances.

Something more feminine, but still capturing the woody undertone that Jude associated with Willem. The only issue I noticed is that it doesn't last long. I sprayed three pumps on my wrist as a sample, and in 3 hours, the scent was very faint, almost nonexistent. I don't know if it's just my skin or if it's a general issue. I left it on because it smells fantastic and gives me the vibe of the character.

Affordable Fragrances

Not everyone can afford Tom Ford and Jo Malone every day, so here are some budget-friendly alternatives. While I believe in investing in a good perfume that lasts longer, I understand the appeal of more affordable options for frequent use.

I haven't tried all of these myself, but I've read the descriptions and reviews from others, so I hope you find in them what came to my mind when I smelled and thought of them.

Men's Affordable Options

Davidoff Cool Water:

Notes: Sea Water, Mint, Green Notes, Lavender, Coriander, Rosemary

Description: A refreshing blend opening with sea water, mint, and green notes, followed by a floral heart of geranium and jasmine. The warm base of cedarwood, musk, and tobacco creates a timeless and versatile fragrance, often associated with a clean, oceanic scent.

Lomani Pour Homme:

Notes: Bergamot, Lavender, Lemon, Rosemary

Description: Citrusy and herbal, Lomani Pour Homme opens with bergamot and rosemary, featuring a heart of geranium and clary sage. The base of oakmoss, cedarwood, musk, and amber gives it a classic and masculine character, suitable for various occasions.

Women's Affordable Options

Bodycology Pure White Gardenia Fragrance Mist:

Notes: Citrus Accord, Gardenia, Jasmine, Lily of the Valley, Musk

Description: A bright and citrusy mist with a floral heart of gardenia, jasmine, and lily of the valley. Musk in the base adds a soft finish, creating an overall feminine and refreshing essence.

Bodycology Pure White Gardenia Fragrance Mist:

Notes: Citrus Accord, Gardenia, Jasmine, Lily of the Valley, Musk

Description: Opens with a bright citrus accord, revealing a floral bouquet of gardenia, jasmine, and lily of the valley. Musk in the base enhances the overall femininity, designed for light and refreshing everyday use.

Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden

Notes: Caraway, Fruity Rhubarb, Lemon, Orange Zest, Bergamot, Cool Minty Peppermint, Green Tea, Sweet Jasmine, Spicy Carnation, Fresh Fennel, Musk, Oakmoss, Amber

Description: A vibrant blend of citrus and fruity notes, featuring green tea, minty peppermint, floral jasmine, and spicy carnation. The base of musk, oakmoss, and amber provides a comforting finish, making it a popular choice for clean and energizing scents.

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The method Willem used to create a specific perfume for Jude is a real one (even though it's as expensive as hell), describing the person to the perfumer, detailing their personality, favorite colors, the parts of the world they're connected to, and their tastes. I want you to know that this is also how I've been searching for fragrance recommendations.

Also, that was my favorite moment in the book because my dad, who practically has a job creating custom perfumes, made one for my mom before proposing to her. I don't know, but this idea has always sounded to me like the ultimate gesture of love for your partner. Ugh Can you belive Im still not over this book ? Me neither..

Let me know if I made any mistakes in the names of the perfumes, images, or descriptions, and tell me if you have any other questions. I hope you found this helpful!

#a little life #jude st francis #willem ragnarsson #a little life play #hanya yanagihara #een klein leven #parfume #fragrence #book inspiration

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0shewrites0 · 1 year

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Chat to your fav LI’s | LITG edition

Will update as new LI’s come in!

If you have a request for a LI you’d like to chat to (female or male!) please send me (@0shewrites0) or @libelle949 an ask 🤍

If you have a request for another fandom (like RC for example) send them in too! @libelle949 and I will do our best to set all of them up step by step 🥰

LI’s available to chat with so far (30+):

Just tap on the character you want to chat with!

Angie Chandrasekhar

29. paramedic. scorpio. tattoos. proud lesbian.

Arjun Khatri (by anon)

24. dog groomer. influencer. loves cheeky winks.

Bobby McKenzie

24. baker. happy kiddo. loves to laugh. weirdo.

Bruno Kaminski by @libelle949

25. standup comedian. jokester. sweet. positive.

Carl Sullivan

29. tech entrepreneur. geeky. loyal. quiet.

Chelsea Edwards by @notaviirgo

24. interior decorator. charismatic. fun. diva.

Dylan (whatever) (by anon)

28. swansea. ambitious. pro volleyball player.

Eddie Harris (villain!)

24. model. feminist. no time for boring. flirty.

Gary’s Nan

73. charity work. temper of thunder. heart of gold.

Gary Rennell

23. crane operator. down to earth. blokey bloke.

Harry Zhong

21. student. nerdy and proud. gamer. ambitious.

Hazeem Salmani by @notaviirgo

25. landscaper. plant daddy. early exitee himself.

Henrik Bergstrom

23. climbing instructor. relaxed. goofy. weirdo.

Hope Biala by @notaviirgo

26. retail ambassador. hotter than a spark.

Iain Stirling by @mrsbsmooth

hilarious narrator locked in shed. has got tea to spill.

Jake Wilson by @mrsbsmooth

29. chef. strong silent type. deeply romantic.

Jakub Zabinski by @ariendiel

*grunt*

Johnny by @libelle949

21. theater student. drama king. momma’s boy.

Kassam Maleek

26. DJ. cynical. cold. passionate about music.

Lottie Campbell by @notaviirgo

24. makeup artist. obsessed with the color black. dramatic.

Lucas Koh

27. physiotherapist. passionate. loves danger.

Marisol Lopez Trujillo by @notaviirgo

24. law student. latina goddess who likes both genders

Noah Alexander by @ariendiel

25. librarian from romford. loves books. quiet.

Oliver Tan

26. tattoo artist. drama-free. “friendly giant”.

Priya Kumar by @notaviirgo

29. real estate agent. bisexual bad gyal.

Suresh (Frazer) (by anon)

27. an Edinburgh based corporate lawyer. wanderlust.

Tai Kahu

28. rugby coach. proud kiwi. 193cm of love.

Tim Burton (Big T)

23. DJ. wannabe rapper. loyal. funny. short king.

Tom Beresford-King by @notaviirgo

22. finance worker. people’s prince. little bit nervous.

Willem (Will) Kimura by @libelle949

26. artist. free spirit. creative. aloof. cute.

Youcef Nassiri by @libelle949

27. french. model. charming man. philosopher.

Characters by @thisiskhayeanne - tap here to get to them!

Rocco, Hannah, Blake, Elisa, Shannon, Ibrahim, Jo, Meera

#litg #love island the game #litg all seasons #chat to your fav LI’s #character ai #reblog so everyone sees this! ❤️

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junior-stargazer-goke91 · 5 months

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The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023)

Director: Francis Lawrence

Cinematographer: Jo Willems

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tom blyth #rachel zegler #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #suzanne collins

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vampirezogar · 7 months

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As spooky as Yharnam is, trick-or-treating there would suck so bad. Every house would skip on candy in favor of "healthy blood vials" and it would be impossible to throw a few rolls of toilet paper over their roofs since they're so damn tall. Kids would be going out there like, "I hope this is the year a beast gets me >:("

Now Hemwick on the other hand? Halloween party for the whole neighborhood. People are bobbing for apples, there's a hay bale maze with a scary clown, several adults are acting goofy after having "special" brownies.

At Byrgenwerth, everyone thinks Willem is something of a restrained fuddyduddy, untill it's Halloween, at which time he hosts what is effectively a private circus for the students and encourages them to join in.

The entire School of Mensis is too busy charging their JO crystals to check the date.

#bloodborne #yharnam halloween headcanon

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sophaeros · 2 years

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— Tamino for Oor Magazine (x) (x)

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Tamino BEYOND THE GRAY ZONE

Sahar literally means 'just before dawn'. Although according to singer-songwriter Tamino it is also just a beautiful girl's name. On his second album of the same name, this 'loner' shows what the world looks like in his mind just before sunrise from his Antwerp room. He still genuinely amazes himself about the many mysteries he encounters in the search for his true self, happiness, love, comfort and desire.

BY WILLEM YOUNGENEELEN

IT'S A warm but involved Monday morning in a slowly awakening Antwerp during a national holiday. Tamino arrives at the agreed spot on his bicycle at considerable speed with his mane fluttering. Against our expectations, the Salt & Mint breakfast cafe in the Zurenborg district turns out to be 'full'. The terrace of cafe is a great alternative. In the middle of Antwerp, opposite café Zeezicht. Who said that Belgians don't have a sense of humour?

In 2016, Flanders first became acquainted with the then 20-year-old Tamino. Tom Pintens, band member of Het Zesde Metaal, invited him to come and sing Habibi during a Radio 1 Session. Listeners were nailed to their seats at home. That was exactly the push that was needed to get the express train containing that Tamino blessed with a majestic voice going. It is, however, far from finished.

Singing and performing are in the genes of the now 25-year-old Antwerper Tamino-Amir Moharam Fouad. Music is his way of expressing his feelings. The father of Tamino, named after the prince in Mozart's The Magic Flute, is from Egypt, his mother is Flemish. He had a famous grandfather: Moharam Fouad, singer/actor in Egypt. “I was very young when he died. My mother was a fan. She often played his music. As a child I liked to listen to older live recordings. A large orchestra with one singer. His music was a hybrid between traditional Arabic music and western crooner songs.'

THIS MONTH Tamino presents his second album, Sahar . He has just finished a sunny holiday in Italy. Now promotional work and a long tour of international stages awaits. His personal debut Amir hit like a bomb in 2018. The down-to-earth, modest and somewhat shy singer let that overwhelming success overwhelm him. How different is that going to be now that there are expectations? 'Not. I have no fear. I know the record sounds different. The human voice is constantly changing. You have to. It is on Sahar at the service of the music. The lyrics are more mature.'

Although both albums are an extension of each other, they are different in many ways, according to the singer. 'I'm not afraid of changes. Maybe because I know pop history. Many artists who did something different than the public expected, perhaps made their best albums as a result. Take Radiohead. Also look at the reactions Bob Dylan had to deal with when he suddenly went electric. Some artists were not even understood at all. It wasn't until thirty years after his death that Nick Drake's music was properly appreciated.'

Tamino has not yet undergone A BIG musical metamorphosis. He thought it was too early for that. 'Of course it's nice to get to know new musicians and other producers. That can provide extra excitement. That can count as an experiment, even for me, someday. But not yet. These songs are still too close to me and didn't ask for experiment or coincidence. I have also grown productionally in recent years. That is why I consciously re-entered the business with Belgian producers Pieterjan Maertens, who is also my live mixer, and icon Jo Francken. They feel and complement each other wonderfully. We've spent years getting to know each other through and through. Then wouldn't it be weird to go into a studio for three weeks at this stage with someone who doesn't know me?'

Many artists who did something different than the public expected, may have made their most beautiful albums as a result

For Tamino the songs were leading. He recorded a lot at home. 'I thought: what do I need? Not: what should I do to meet expectations? Or: oops, I haven't fully used my falsetto and have enough Arabic arrangements been used? I think it is important for Sahar that I learned to play the oud [a pear-shaped Arabic string instrument, predecessor of the lute]. My roots are in that too, all a bit more subtle than by using an Arabic orchestra or a lot of Arabic percussion. With that oud I feel those influences just as hard.'

Sahar's producer team this time was Tamino's home recordings. 'I'm a mega loner. I don't need anyone to write songs, but to take them to the highest level, I obviously need others. Especially Pieterjan Maertens is a great sounding board. He hears right away if something in the structure is not right. He then corrects that. The production period of a record is a kind of socializing course. Writing songs, recording them and playing them live are three completely separate projects. Writing is a vague, solitary process. Creative processes are healing for me. My thoughts can float freely. They sometimes did that in previous interviews. In the meantime I learned that it is useful to continue to feel a bit more ground under your feet. I still don't like to talk about my lyrics. They are about emotional issues. Personal things that I have to deal with. There are political and cultural issues in the current world view that occupy me, frighten me or even make me angry, but those are not direct sources for songs.'

TAMINO NOTICED that the most personal songs are often the most universal. 'Take Benji, the album by Sun Kil Moon from 2014. Those songs are so personal. I wondered what an Antwerp guy with Arabic roots has in common with such a singer-songwriter from Ohio from a redneck family. That he exposes himself touches me. I'm less specific than him. I like the idea that you get to do some research. That you have to grab a text, and then extract from it what seems relevant to you. The biggest difference between the albums is in the lyrics. With the previous one I deliberately kept it a bit too vague. They weren't allowed to reveal too much. That's why they were sometimes a little too vague. I am now beyond that big gray zone. By the way, I don't want to criticize my previous work. I can look at my younger self from the present with great love. I was quite a brave boy then.'

Tamino is now five years older than when he wrote his debut. Tom Pintens set everything in motion, but after two and a half years he decided to stop singing at the conservatory in Amsterdam, which he took himself. 'It's actually all about finding your own voice. There were also teachers who stated that they could no longer teach me anything. I wanted to finish the training, but also to make my own music. I still have a warm relationship with Amsterdam and made many friends there.'

Special musical guests participate at SAHAR. One of them is the Brussels singer Angèle. 'I love her work, voice and talent. We started at the same time and ran into each other often. Its popularity has catapulted into French-speaking areas. Last year she asked me to make a song together. Super fun to do, although it didn't lead to a song on her album. I am critical in ideas and songwriting. And so a loner. The connection was made and we knew that our voices sounded really good together. Sunflower, for my own album, I wrote with two distinct characters in that mythical story. I knew right away that it had to be a duet. In terms of voice and connection, I immediately thought of Angèle.'

Another notable musician on Sahar is Colin Greenwood. The Radiohead bassist's playing can even be heard in almost all tracks. 'I'm a fan and got to know him through my music. He turned out to be a lovely man. The starstruck element was quickly gone, he was very approachable. A true gentleman. He told me after a show in 2018 that he liked my song Indigo Night . It even seemed logical after that to ask him to play that track for Amir. Our mutual click is great. There is something special about making music together. Age, background, identity or status suddenly no longer appear to play a role. We now consider him part of the band. He was supposed to go on tour. That has now become uncertain, because he recently became closely involved in another project.'

I can look at my younger self from the present with great love. I was a brave boy back then

TAMINO LOOKS FORWARD to the performances. “That podium feels super safe to me. In daily life I am more closed, everything has a place on stage. For me it is a place to go deeper. That feels healing, but also exhausting. I give a lot of myself in this music.'

The small stages were already exchanged before corona for large halls and festival tents format XL, in Belgium and many foreign countries. 'It makes a difference, playing in a small club or in a large festival tent. But I also like bigger shows. There can also be a good feeling there. People infect each other, even when I'm standing in front of 15,000 people. There is a good chance that many of the visitors feel something similar to what I feel. If it goes well, I can get the room quiet and it goes deeper and wider. Then it is: more is more! You reach a huge high and get a huge kick. I like to perform, although the reality of touring remains weird. It's traveling and getting bored. A big low during the day, before that immense high at night. Only to fall very hard after that hour and a half. Strange, that artist's life.'

#my screenshots #musicians #tamino amir #pls appreciate this bc i transcribed almost 1.7k words of dutch in an hour and a half for this #much love to my friend sierra on twt for posting pictures of the hard copy (second link)#tamino

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exhibitionsvisited · 3 months

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2024

This year I visited the following exhibitions

10th Jan, Zara Sands and Olly Centres, General Practice, Lincoln

12 Jan, Bodies for Practice, Project Space Plus, Lincoln

2nd Feb, Seasonal Strokes, General Practice, Lincoln

Chris Ofilli and William Blake, Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Chris Ofilli, Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Woman in Protest, Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Richard Hamilton, Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Yuri Pattison and J M W Turner, Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Zineb Saleh Tate Britain, London

9 Feb, Cat Flap Blink, Terrace Gallery, London

9 Feb, Victor Bengtsson, Public, London

9 Feb, Martin Aagaard Hansen, Tanja Nis-Hansen & Kazuyuki Takezaki , Union Pacific, London

9 Feb, Mao Yan, Pace Gallery, London

9 Feb, ,Ziping Wang, Unit, London

9 Feb, Zach lieberman, Unit, London

9 Feb, Conversation Galante, Pillar Corris, London

9 Feb, Frank Bowling ,Hauser and Wirth, London

9 Feb, Uman ,Hauser and Wirth, London

9 Feb, Willem Sasnal, Sadie Coles ,London

9 Feb, Anna Barriball, Frith St,London

9 Feb, Emi Otaguro, Masanori Tomita, Nobuya Hitsuda & Yutaka Nozawa , Sadie Coles,London

9 Feb, Come Home, Sadie Coles ,London

9 Feb, Zineb Sedira, Goodman Gallery,London

9 Feb, Marc Chagall, Alon Zakaim, London

9 Feb, Polymythologies, Tiwani Contemporary,London

9 Feb, Jeffrey Gibson, Stephen Friedman,London

9 Feb, Claire Gavronsky, Goodman Gallery ,London

9 Feb, Rose Shakinovsky, Goodman Gallery ,London

9 Feb, Olivia Flax, Holtermann ,London

9 Feb,Burri, Miró , Ermnst, Nahmad Projects,London

9 Feb, Gerhard Richter, David Zwirner ,London

9 Feb, Drawn into the Present, Thaddeus Ropac ,London

9 Feb, Andy Warhol, Thaddeus Ropac ,London

9 Feb, Pauline Boty, Gazelli, ,London

9 Feb, Karel Appel, Max Hetzler, ,London

9 Feb, Alexis Hunter, Richard Saltoun, ,London

9 Feb, Premiums 1, Royal Academy ,London

9 Feb, Entangled Pasts, Royal Academy ,London

16 Feb, Punk: Rage and Revolution, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery

16 Feb, Material Matters, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery

16 Feb, Elke Pollard, Northampton Museum & Art Gallery

21 Feb, Practice Research, Project Space Plus, Lincoln

22 Feb, Paul Mpagi Sepuya, Nottingham Contemporary

22 Feb, Dora Budor, Nottingham Contemporary

22 Feb, Danica Maier, Beam, Nottingham

1 March, Andrew Bracey, General Practice, Lincoln

8 March, Darren Diss and Brian Voce, The Hub, Sleaford

8 March, Jo Cope, The Hub, Sleaford

20 March, Mirrors Windows Portals, project space plus, Lincoln

23 March, Feng-Ru Lee, Weston Gallery, Nottingham

23 March, Dan Rapley, Angear Visitor Centre, Nottingham

23 March, Saad Qureshi, Djanogly Gallery, Nottingham

23 March, Fascinating Finds from Nottingham's Caves, University of Nottingham Museum

23 March,Peep Show, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham

23 March, Shahnawaz Hussain, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham

23 March, Osheen Siva, Bennington Gallery, Nottingham

23 March, Debsyo Bolaji, New Art Exchange, Nottingham

24 March, Jason Wilsher-Mills, Lincoln Museum

12 April, When Forms Come Alive, Hayward Gallery, London

12 April, Virginia Verran, Michael Richardson Contemporary Art, London

12 April, Secundino Hernández , Victoria Miro Gallery, London

12 April, Neal Rock, New Art Projects, London

12 April, Salvador Dali, Clarendon Fine Art, London

12 April, Unravel, Barbican, London

12 April, Soufiane Ababri, Barbican, London

12 April, Ibrahim Mahama, Barbican, London

12 April, Lobert Zandvilet, Grimm, London

12 April, Reina Sugihara, Arcadia Misa, London

12 April, Marria Pratts Carl Kostyal, London

12 April, Richard Serra,David Zwirner, London

12 April, Marcelina Akpojotor, Rele, London

12 April, Fathi Hassan,Richard Saltoun, London

12 April, Erwin Wurm,Thaddaeus Ropac, London

12 April, Harold Cohen, Gazelli Art House, London

12 April, Adam Pendleton, Galerie Max Hetzler, London

12 April, Nancy Haynes, Marlborough, London

12 April, Shizuko Yoshikawa, Marlborough, London

12 April, Shizuko Yoshikawa and Bridget Riley, Marlborough, London

12 April, Betty Parsons,Alison Jacques, London

12 April, Woody De Othello, Stephen Friedman Gallery, London

12 April, Peter Blake, Waddington Custot Galleries, London

12 April, Standing in the Gap, Goodman Gallery, London

12 April, Ulla von Brandenburg, Pilar Corrias, London

12 April, Lindokuhle Sobekwa, Goodman Gallery, London

12 April, The Leisure Centre, The Brown Collection, London

12 April, Shine On,Sadie Coles HQ Davies St, London

12 April, Albert Oehlen, Gagosian, London

12 April, Gavin Turk, Ben Brown Fine Arts, London

12 April, François Morellet,Annely Juda Fine Art, London

12 April, Thomas Allen, Ronchini Gallery, London

12 April, Darya Diamond, Pippy Houldsworth, London

12 April, Li Hei Di, Pippy Houldsworth, London

12 April, Florence Hutchings, Redfern Gallery, London

12 April, Marilyn Lerner, Spruth Magers, London

12 April, Barabara Kruger, Spruth Magers, London

12 April, Edward Burtynsky, Flowers, London

12 April, Terry Frost, Flowers, London

12 April, Cinthia Marcelle,Sprovieri, London

12 April, Matthias Groebel,Gathering, London

12 April, Raqs Media Collective, Frith Street Gallery, London

12 April, Kati Heck, Sadie Coles, London

17 April, Trim, Project Space Plus, Lincoln

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¿La Web del Surrealismo? Jo Willems (1954 - )

Jo Willems nació y se crió en el pequeño pueblo de Langenboom y ahora vive en Mill, un pueblo vecino en el sur de los Países Bajos. A los 16 años ingresó a la Escuela de Pintores de Boxtel donde descubrió su interés por los colores y su pasión por el dibujo y la pintura. En su tiempo libre comenzó a crear pinturas. En 1980 le pidieron que exhibiera su obra en su ciudad natal. Varias personas mostraron interés en sus pinturas y, por primera vez, algunas personas le dijeron que su estilo podría clasificarse como surrealismo. Para ampliar sus conocimientos técnicos primero fue a la Academia Libre y luego a la Academia de Arte de Arnhem donde lo aceptaron en base a su capacidad y motivación, pero después de dos años decidió dejar este estudio porque tenía la sensación querían que eligiera una forma de pintar más abstracta

#Jo Willems nació y se crió en el pequeño pueblo de Langenboom y ahora vive en Mill #un pueblo vecino en el sur de los Países Bajos.#esta es la imagen y algunos datos ¡O no!

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Verum Vindictae - I

Masterlist, Chpt. II

Pairing: Marcus x OC (Josephine "Jo" Carlisle)

Fandom: John Wick (2014)

Summary: Bound by a blood oath she made fourteen years ago, Jo is desperately trying to escape a world she used to dream of when she is tasked with killing the infamous "Baba Yaga" and must face the truth of her past as everything she has ever known unravels around her.

WARNINGS: violence, language, eventual explicit sexual content

Notes: Okay this could probably use some editing lol but oh well. One of my current WIP novellas.

This story is part of my Willem Dafoe Challenge.

Taglist: @glitter-and-gasoline, @giona45-5, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @emilynightshade89

18:05, October 21st

“I need you to kill John Wick.”

The words still lingered in the back of my mind, drowned out not even by the sheets of rain that splattered the pavement of New York, that pummeled the umbrella that I clutched with numb, icy fingers. They were the very words that had sentenced me, the very words that had made the past fourteen years all for nothing. The very words that had shattered my existence – or my hope of one – in just a few seconds.

As I walked, I paid attention this time to the advertisements in the shop windows, on their TV screens, in an attempt to distract myself, to bring even a semblance of normalcy to the circumstances I had found myself in.

One of the screens was alight with flame; tendrils of bright orange lapped at the black smoke that poured from the windows of a suburban house.

I snapped my head away, my heart quickening in my chest, the stench of smoke seeming to cloud the damp, Autumn air, the roar of the flames making the rain soundless for a few moments. I brought my arm up to shield my face from the heat.

My lungs ached from how much I screamed, wailing something blood-curdling into air thick with smoke. I must’ve been dying. Someone’s arms wrapped around my fragile body, and I buried my face in the fabric of their shirt, sputtering pitifully to expel my lungs of this cruel calamity. I wasn’t sure who it was, couldn’t smell them past the horrid stench of the fire.

A jolt passed through me as a beam, white-hot with fire, came tumbling beside us, my saviour lurching to the side and holding me tighter. I threw my arm up, the heat attacking the side of my face, stinging my tear-streaked eye. And then, cold washed over me, and I let a shaking arm fall around their shoulder, and my head was light, the world spinning, but the last thing I saw was the house lit like a torch, an orange flash, bright in the dark of night.

My eyes darted to another store window, my breath coming shaky from my lungs as I lowered my arm. A few confused stares bore into me, but I ignored them, focusing instead on the merchandise behind the glass.

Costumes, colourful and lurid, lining racks. Pink tutus, elegant leotards in every shade, flowy skirts and dresses and sequined purple top hats. There was an odd, unsettling familiarity, and so I let my gaze travel to the shoes positioned in the store window. Black jazz shoes, tap shoes that glinted with metal outsoles, and a pair of ballet slippers, stark white save for the beads of crimson that speckled them.

My heart seized, and my ankles seemed to ache beneath me as I walked, and I blinked.

The red was gone.

Every limb held rigid, my toes screaming at me in pain, my heart in my throat as I moved not in beauty or grace but in fear. The stern gaze of my mentor on every flick of my fingers, every dart of my feet.

Pain like I’d never felt before shot through the nerve of my leg up to my spine, and I plummeted, my vision undulating. I collapsed on the stage in a tangle of my own limbs, my fingers reaching gingerly for the misshapen ankle that bled, speckling my white slippers in an awful shade of red.

I was going to die, and the worst moments of my life were flashing before my eyes.

I couldn’t kill John. He’d been the one to help clean my slippers, been the one to tell me that someday, he’d get me out of there, that someday, I wouldn’t have to dance for anyone, wouldn’t have to be a slave to anyone.

He’d been wrong about that last part, of course. Funny, how things worked out. But that wasn’t his fault; it was mine. I had chosen this path. I had chosen vengeance and murder. It was my blood on that marker, not his.

I waved over a taxi, and sunk into the backseat, my black overcoat and raven locks blending with the darkness of the faux leather. I wished to disappear, to be gone from the nightmare that was this life, to no longer look over my shoulder and wonder if each face I passed on the streets was out to get me.

The taxi pulled in front of the Continental – a towering edifice sat nestled between tree-shadowed roads that branched into a somewhat quiet intersection. The structure had never ceased to amaze me when I was younger, even before it had been remodeled, but now was a sight to behold to anyone – the ivy, growing along otherwise seemingly-untouched architecture, the modern outdoor sconces that sat nestled between each pillar in the vintage colonnade either side of the gold-accented doors.

It was my only safe-house; the Continental, for years, had served as the only grounds that assassins were forbidden from conducting business on. But that wasn’t why I was here.

I folded my umbrella as I came beneath the awning: a black canopy marked with the letter “C”.

Upon entering the Continental, the roar of the heavy rain all but ceased, replaced by the subtle notes of classical music and the faint hum of activity in the lobby. My boots seemed to strike the marbled floors with a piercing conviction, catching the attention of the concierge – a familiar, friendly face.

Fourteen years, Charon had been nothing but kind to me. Though I knew it was all because I was living in Baba Yaga’s shadow, I couldn’t help but feel a certain comfort when he greeted me, the subtle lamplight gleaming in the frames of his glasses and the hint of a warm smile quirking at his lip.

“A pleasure seeing you, Miss Carlisle,” the concierge said.

I dipped my head slightly in acknowledgment, but, like John, I wasn’t one for formalities – especially not when I was on a job.

“Has John been here?” I asked.

Charon’s gaze bore into mine for a second or two, but his hint of a smile never faded. “Mr. Wick? Yes, he checked in earlier this afternoon.”

“I need to see him,” I said. “What room?”

“Miss, you know I cannot disclose that information.”

I nodded slowly, and bit my lip. Everyone at the Continental was bound by a code, the same code that forbade violence on the grounds. It transcended business, rivalries, markers and even family. Because everyone knew what happened when you broke it.

“The usual?” I asked Charon. John had always favoured a suite on the seventh floor. Habits. Even the most feared hitmen couldn’t seem to break them.

Charon said nothing, but his gaze told me enough.

“Thank you,” I said, and dipped my fingers into the pocket of my overcoat. I withdrew a gold coin and slid it across the marbled counter.

Charon’s eyes darted down to the coin, and he asked as he slipped it into the register below the desk, “Would you like a room, Miss Carlisle?”

I hesitated. Occasionally, I’d stayed at the Continental when it was more convenient for business, or when my boss became too insufferable, but I’d always had a home to return to. Now I was truly on my own, and I needed a place to stay.

“Yes, please,” I said, and slid another coin across the counter.

Charon handed me a room key, and said, “I believe Mr. Wick is out on business at the moment. May I suggest a drink at the bar?”

As I tucked the key into my pocket, my stomach clenched. Though I shouldn’t have doubted John’s capability in conducting said business, the little girl in me who’d found solace in his company when our mentor had pushed me too hard, who’d once cried into his shoulder, had seen him as a brother – she couldn’t help but fear for him, no matter how infamous he’d become.

Deft but vicious in their movements, they had all the elegance of the dancers, but none of the refined absence of freedom. They bled from savage blows, not pointed toes or fractured ankles. One boy, his dark hair tied back from hard-set eyes, fought as if he were dancing, though each movement was unpredictable. Graceful yet raw. I could’ve watched them spar for hours.

The boy was quick to pin his opponent to the ground, and their instructor uttered some words in Russian – a language I was still learning –, seeming to dismiss them. The trainees dispersed, and the boy let down his hair to his shoulders, seemingly eager to be unbound by the customs of the Ruska Room.

I had received my ballet slippers that morning, and they were held stiffly in one hand as I approached the boy – practically waddled over, for my legs were so short.

His gaze lowered to me instantly, though his face was void of emotion, brown eyes still cold as the earth, brows still strung by a faint knit.

“Can you teach me?” I asked him.

His gaze wandered to the slippers I clutched beside me, and then back to my eyes. “Maybe when you’re older.”

“Miss Carlisle?”

Charon’s voice snapped me from the memory, pulled me from the rich incense and bitter vodka and the tincture of sweat and the sharp commands in a once-foreign tongue.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, the faintest tinge of my old accent bleeding through my words, and he told me to enjoy my stay, as per usual, though my feet guided me almost insensibly through the halls to the club.

The bright marble of the lobby was a stark contrast to the club; I found myself swathed in its mellowed lighting of shamrock and tangerine, ensconced in the slightly-more upbeat notes of the live jazz music played by a bedazzled singer and her band. Rich, red curtains were strung alongside the wall adjacent to the bar, where several members of the Continental sipped at martinis and cocktails.

The dining area was densely-populated at this hour, many couples and singles seated at small, white-clothed tables near the stage. The red-black, half-circle booths that lined the darker, quieter corners of the club were seldom occupied, most usually reserved. But my eye caught on one occupant, a bright amber eye flashing like a torch in the dim light, the other half of his face obscured by that mask I knew all too well, the collar of a black coat tugged up around his neck as if he were hiding something.

His one-eyed stare was immediately on me, freezing my stride in the middle of the dining area, my spine setting itself rigid.

Only when a woman stopped to pay him a greeting did our gazes break, did the breath return to my lungs. I scowled, watching as a couple others took notice of his presence and went to exchange greetings.

Cain was one of the most renowned assassins in the hotel. Though he boasted nowhere near the same accomplishments as Baba Yaga, he still had his tales told in hushed tones by those in the business, like the couple that sat beside me, glancing over to him and whispering bashfully in each other’s ears.

These tales were all true, because they were my tales. I should’ve been the one that they were whispering about.

I turned on my heel and started towards the bar, smoothing out my overcoat as I took a seat on one of the tall stools. No sooner did I take a seat did my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I went to reach for it, my fingers just barely ghosting across the case, my head snapped to my left, where the man beside me drew his attention from his drink to his own pocket. He procured his phone.

I dug mine out, heart thudding wildly in my chest, and nearly fumbled for the unlock button. My screen read:

ANONYMOUS CONTRACT. JONATHAN WICK. 2 MIL.

My heart plummeted into my gut, and I shoved the device back in my pocket, swallowing past a suddenly-dry throat. I cast my gaze around the club, at every face, now lit by the light of their phone screens, now big-eyed and awed. Everyone was whispering now; everyone was speaking in mad, hushed tones.

I had anticipated that the name on that contract would’ve been mine, but this… this was worse.

“Let me try,” he said, taking the slipper from the hands that I’d practically scrubbed raw in an attempt to work out the stains of my blood.

Tension was released from my diaphragm in a shaky mess of a sigh, and my fingers, ruddy and chafed, trembled. Once finished my feat of raw adrenaline, I collapsed, back sinking against the side of the tub and my tailbone hitting the ceramic floor with a sharp jolt of pain. But it was nothing in comparison to the ankle that brushed the tiles the wrong way as my leg folded before me. Spilled, soapy water seeped into the cast, and I couldn’t suppress my whimper as every nerve screamed at me, pain coursing through the tendons of my leg like fire.

He looked up from the slipper, dusky locks falling in front of eyes that were usually impossible to read, but now shone faintly with a gentle concern.

“Let me take a look at your ankle,” he said.

I shook my head stubbornly, hair fraying from its bun as my head rocked against the side of the tub. “She told me to have my slippers clean by tomorrow morning,” I protested, voice straining not to break under the stress, a tear threatening to bead at my eye.

He sighed, and set my slipper aside to begin peeling at the bandaging of my ankle. My leg seized, and I bit my tongue, iron spiking it as I tried desperately to keep the tears at bay.

“Hey,” he said, and swept a thumb beneath my eye, to collect the moisture that had spilled. “It’s okay to cry. She’s not here.”

“No,” I murmured past gritted teeth. “No, it’s not.”

I clenched my jaw now, teeth grinding, as I stood from the bar, and marched myself to the booth in the corner.

Cain’s eye, flashing bright, was trained on me as I took my seat across from him.

“Take the contract down,” I hissed.

One dark eyebrow curved upward, as if surprised, but quickly fell back into place, framing that wretched eye that burned with an ember of barely contained rage.

“I will if you do what I asked of you,” he replied, voice low. He wanted to keep this discreet; everything was always discreet.

My jaw clenched tighter, and I growled, “I told you, I won’t. I can’t.”

“You can,” he said, and a slender hand reached to clasp over mine, but I yanked my arm back with a virulent animosity.

His mouth curved into a bitter line, and he said, “He’s not your brother, Josephine. He’s not your family. Your loyalty is displaced. When is the last time you spoke to the man?”

My gaze hardened, and yet I found it difficult to look him in his eye, so it dragged across the leather of the mask that obscured the half of his face that I’d never seen, adorned by tiny, silver cogs and banded around a nest of gelled, silvering-black locks. A sharp chin dipped downward, brow knitting as he studied me from that burning eye.

I met it finally to say, “Then I have no family.”

The flame of his eye may have flickered, something akin to hurt dampening the fire that lit an amber lamplight. But I didn’t spare him so much as another glance as I stood from the booth, and turned my back on the man who, despite possibly being the closest thing I had to family since John’s retirement, had done nothing but trick me, use me, betray me.

I was done playing by the rules. I was done weighing one’s life with mine.

#john wick #2014 #marcus #willem dafoe #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my writing #oc: josephine #oc: cain #eventual smut #slow burn #mdni #verum vindictae #the willem dafoe challenge

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