What music means to me.

I think we are all connected, in so many ways but specifically through the songs we sing, love and that play in our heads. I think music is love and beauty and feeling emotion interconnectedly( I know that’s not a real word). In a moment where me and someone else are listening to the same song or it’s playing in our heads and we catch each others eye and we know that in that moment in a weird way, we are one. We are part of that song and we are mixed in with it’s beauty and everyone else listening to the song and feeling how we feel is also us. But that’s just about songs as complete works of art and in a sense as entities. Music breaks down into chords, melodies, beats and sounds among alot of other aspects. Sometimes I listen to a melody or a lyric and in that moment I could swear that I could live inside that melody or lyric or tune for a lifetime. I have this thing where I hear a song and I can’t get it out of my head for days, sometimes even weeks. Back when I was in high-school, I would sing the same song in my head, hum the tune and mumble lyrics I didn’t even know because I heard it once before I went to school. Throughout my life I can always remember a song that either got me through a hard time, or played during a happy period or was really just there on the dull days. Music for me is my heart, and I believe it is for a lot of people. Part of the job I do, is to sell music and I could swear that some of the people who buy the music listen to it with their hearts, or souls. It’s not a physical thing, it’s not just the ears, you look at them and you see them close their eyes as the song plays in the background and for a second you can see something inside them awaken to feel this music, this music that they love. I realise now that I even hate songs from my heart and most times when I hate a song I still end up singing along to it. So in conclusion I think music is the true power, forget science and math for a second, the true beauty and essence of our world is contained in our melodies and beats and that to me is what we truly are. That is the true embodiement of humanity, our music.

Finally, in true high school fashion the song I dedicate to anyone reading this is know you by simi and ladipoe. Right now, this is the song I could live inside.

Chapter 02: Meeting Michael.

For Chapter one: https://aestheticstyle.fashion.blog/2020/07/07/chapter-01-visions-of-peter/

She walked out of the now almost empty coffee shop into the busy street outside. She began to head up the street. She needed a drink, she walked at a brisk pace, manoeuvring in the zombie like stream of people. A lot of the people were in suits and overcoats no doubt headed to work in the city. She took a turn and could not help but notice the stream of people walking into the grand central station. She walked up and headed to the numerous doors to her right and had to wait as a mother and her daughter walked out through a door for her to enter. As soon as she was in the station she continued to walk straight into the main concourse not stopping to take note of the extremely high ceilings and detailed design of the arcs and chandeliers. She went to the elevators and took one up to the Campbell apartment bar. As soon as she was inside she went to the far left and found a seat at a table that afforded her a perfect view of the entrance. The waiter followed her. She ordered a glass of white wine and sat, waiting for the man she was supposed to meet. Peter had told her to go here as she held him and he gasped for breath, struggling to stay conscious. He had said that this man was going to help her. She took a sip of her wine and took note of the other people in the bar. There was an old couple sitting a few tables from where she was, they sat in silence, the man read a newspaper on the table, seemingly straining to see. The woman sipped slowly on her coffee every few minutes and looked around the bar. There was a gentleman sitting at the bar, sipping from a glass of what looked like a rum and coke. His hair was neatly combed to the side, his face was clean shaven and he had on what looked like a banker’s suit. There was also a middle aged woman sitting at a booth, who seemed like she had been waiting for someone but at this point was bored. The rest of the bar was empty, she realized how charming and gentlemanly the design was as she continued to look around the almost empty bar. The ceilings were high and beautifully designed, the detailing in the panels was ornate and reminiscent of Roman ship designs, she thought. As she began to look down from the roof her attention was drawn by a rugged man who had just walked into the bar. He had a suit on, but unlike the man at the bar, his suit was wrinkled and casually worn. He wore a wrinkled cream shirt that was tucked loosely into a pair of fitting dress pants. He also had on a blazer that matched his pants, his hair was rugged and uncombed and he had a mounting stubble on his face. Despite his rugged appearance he seemed calm as he looked around the bar and let his eyes settle when he saw Nefatiri. The features of his face softened as he studied her, dismissing the waiter who approached him before he could guide him to a table. He began to resolutely stride towards the table Nefatiri sat at, and she noticed that he held a small parcel-like bag in his left hand. He placed that on the table as he settled into the chair opposite from Nefatiri. Nefatiri kept her eyes on him the whole time, He was now looking back at her across the table with a smile on his face. She thought he seemed harmless, even though she was still on edge.  “You must be Nef, Peter won’t shut up about you. It’s really nice to meet you finally. I’m Michael, your husband and I go way back.” He said, extending his arm to shake hers. “Hello” Nefatiri said back, taking his outstretched hand and holding it. Her expression was one of saddened surprise. “He’s dead, Peter is dead.” She said realizing that Michael did not know what had happened. The man’s expression changed from a happy smile, his smile retreated gradually and his eyes went round with shock.

James Dean: A style Biography.

In this day and age not a lot of people my age have heard of James Dean, and I don’t blame them. It has been close to seven decades now since the time of James Dean.
An actor, racer, style icon, two-time academy award nominee, and the poster child for teenage rebellion in the 50’s. James Dean has alot in common with the modern Teenager and 20 year old than you would expect.
Revered for his performance in the 1955 movie, “Rebel without a cause” that portrayed him as a rugged, daring, young rebel. James Dean was not only an amazing actor but more importantly for this article a great dresser. With his signature leather engineer boots, classic blue denim pants, plain white t-shirt and infamous red Harrington jacket he created the uniform for the rebel movement of the 1950’s to the 1960’s. Teenagers and young adults of his time loved him for his disturbed and troubled rebellious nature and I personally admire how calm, mischievous and disturbed he always seemed in his movies.

James Dean style


To style, James Dean brought forth a new age of masculinity, which he brought to both his roles on screen and to his personal style. An almost half and half mix of pure machismo and sensitivity, Dean was the original rockstar, loved because of his sensitivity and ability to express intense emotion and his gentlemanly air around both women and other gentlemen. James Dean was a strong character even as a person and a lot of accounts from co-workers and friends sight him as being daring, rugged and cool.
The ease with which he wore clothes seemed effortless but still calculated and well thought out.

James Dean died in California on September the 30th, 1955 at the height of his acting and racing careers, he was in a car accident in his Porsche 550 spyder which he had affectionately named, “little bastard”. He died at 24 years and was the first actor to be nominated for an academy award posthumously. Other movies he was in are East of Eden(1955) as Cal Trask and Giant(1956) as Jett Rink.
Even though James Dean’s style is usually perceived as being rugged as I’ve mentioned above. I personally noticed how well he wore suits, in his roles on camera. In rebel without a cause a multitude of the beginning scenes feature him in a well fitted but also casually worn suit. He embodies the true essence of being well dressed but also cheeky and relaxed. In east of eden most of his fits consisted of dress shirts and pants and had an air of gentlemanly ease. So, with James Dean it wasn’t as much about what he wore but about how he wore it, with a laid back machismo that could charm a nun.

Angels and Demons : Book review.

Angels and Demons is another novel from the infamous thriller novelist Dan Brown. The Protagonist in this novel is a pre established character, the charming and impecabbly smart Robert Langdon. This novel is a prequel to The Da Vinci code, which I recently reviewed. For this novel, Dan Brown develops the character of Robert Langdon alittle more and answers our questions about Robert’s association with the Vatican church. As usual the story is mysterious and fast paced. Robert Langdon receives a phone call from Maximilian Kohler, the director General of CERN and a subsequent fax that causes him almost solely out of curiousity, to fly to CERN headquarters in switzerland to help solve a gruesome murder. This sets him and his new companion, Vittoria Vetra, daughter of the murder victim, Father Leonardo Vetra on a chase across Vatican City to find the murderer and find the Altar of the Illuminati before an unstoppable time bomb goes off in vatican City and vapourizes everyone and everything inside it.

Genre: Historical Thriller, Religious Drama.
Category: Detective and Mystery.

Robert langdon is a wholesome character, with habits, fears, anxieties, strengths and inherent motivations. This extends to most of the main characters in the book. The characters are well written and thought out. Their identities and motivations are clear throughout the book. The historical accuracy of the story is also impecable, it is almost hard to distinguish fact from fiction in this amazing fictional thriller. The description of structures and scenes is remarkably vivid leaving very little to the imagination. This story is also quite gory and blood ridden, as compared to the Da Vinci code. You might not want to read this book if you have a weak stomach, but for the Stephen King fanatics this will be a cake walk, a very interesting one.  The pace of the story is also consistent and fast injecting the reader with the same adrenaline that fuels the protagonists on their quest. It was remarkably enjoyable to read even though alittle easier to put down than the da vinci code. The story is also riddled with subplots and twists that I bet you,  you won’t have seen coming. The ending is satisfying and left me with alot of bliss, like rising from under the sand after years of being buried.
Dan Brown uses a similar writing style with the one he has used in the da vinvi code, relaying the thoughts and emotions of the characters in a lively and timely manner. The style is captivating and entices one to continue reading.

Recommendation: I would recommend this book to historical thriller lovers. It contains alot of historically correct information, so if you are looking for a book to improve your understanding of history and culture this is the perfect book for you. I would also recommend it to conspiracy buffs, and also to horror fans, as Dan Brown gives us a glimpse into a much darker part of his mind, with gory and descriptive murders riddling the plot of this book.

Star Rating: This book gets a 4.3/5 rating from me.

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What is minimalist style?

What is minimalist style? |Aesthetic Ian.

Minimalism is a term used a lot in modern style and fashion, but before we jump to adopt this new way of dressing, let’s find out what it is and why it is steadily becoming a popular way to dress and live. So the idea of minimalism stems from art and music as do other movements in popular culture like cubism and surrealism. The minimalist movement in art, arose in the 1950s and was characterized by the use of simple,massive forms.

Minimalist art

In style, minimalism is characterized by wearing plain colours and pieces in seemingly simple ways. Key pieces in a minimalist wardrobe may include plain coloured t-shirts, plain coloured pants and shoes as well. Colours that are incorporated into a minimalist wardrobe may include white, black, grey, navy and military shade green.

Minimal colours. |Aesthetic Ian.

The idea behind minimalist style is to own a small number of essential items that one uses to create outfits. Sounds weird, I know, but once you begin to get into minimalist style you begin to realize that minimalism is the ultimate mastery of basics.

His dark materials : Northern lights. Book review.

The first part of a three book series, northern lights sets the scene for an epic adventure in a world resembling ours but different in many ways. The story starts at the Jordan college where we find our protagonist Lyra, living among scholars. She is everything a good protagonist should be,determined, smart, intuitive, and reckless not to mention her mysterious past and a will of steel. We find her and her best friend Roger roaming the grounds of Jordan college and we start to realize that there are things about their world that are unsimilar to ours. Everyone in their world has an animal companion that Pullman calls a ‘demon’. These demons have their existence tied to their humans. Lyra’s demon pantellimon has a personality of his own and acts as a reasonable reflective voice for Lyra. This for me is one of the most interesting concepts in the book, the relationship between demons and humans becomes the subject of our story. When Lyra’s uncle, leaves her at Jordan college to go to the north and children start to disappear all around London including Lyra’s best friend Roger. Lyra joins the gypsies on an expedition to the north to go save the children who have been taken.

Genre: Fantasy, science fantasy.
Category: Young adult fiction.

This book just makes me feel like a child again. Nothing to remind you of your youth, like a good fantasy novel. So for the first time ever, I decided to read a novel after seeing the tv series. I really do wish I’d have read the novel first so I would have been forced to imagine the characters without any reference to the actors who played the characters in the series. But in this case I didn’t actually end up hating the casting for the tv series, I simply picked the actors I liked and used them in my mental vision of the book. The book is impecably written, the style used is what I regard a classic fantasy style. Pullman’s style of writing is extremely detailed and laced with wonder. He describes and builds on his characters so well that you end up falling in love with some of them and passionately hating others. The story is told by from a third person perspective and the scenes a set vividly so that the locations described stick in your imagination. The story is also extremely imaginative and does not shy away from dark themes like depression and death. This first book in the series however leaves the reader with alot of questions about Lyra and the plot in general, which is actually a really good aspect considering there are other books that follow this one.

Recommendation: I would recommend this story to all lovers of fantasy and wonder. If you enjoyed J. K Rowling’s Harry Potter this is a book that you will definitely enjoy. I would also recommend it for all child readers, it is imaginative and a child will most probably relate either with the main character, Lyra or with the struggles that she faces. Finally I would recommend this book to older readers who want to inject alittle excitement into their reading experience and to feel like they are teenagers again.

Star rating: His dark Materials gets a 4.7/5 from me.

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The Da Vinci Code: Book Review.

Amazingly structured review of Dan Brown’s the da vinci code.

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Dan Brown’s the Da Vinci code, takes the reader on an amazing journey, from the moment Robert Langdon meets lieutenant Jerome Collet from Direction Centrale Police Judiciare(DCPJ) the tale unravelles beautifully and at a steady pace that keeps you feinding for the next chapter. The story follows Robert Langdon,renown Harvard Professor of religious symbology and Sophie Nevue a DCPJ cryptographer and the grand daughter of the murder victim, Jacques Sauniere as they race to solve his murder through a series of systematic clues, and end up uncovering an even more shocking trail of secrets.

Genre: Historical Thriller.
Category: Detective and Mystery.

The novel has a steady pace in which the events unravel, coupled with amazing and shocking twists in the plot. The scenes for the events are set beautifully and with great detail causing a surreal effect for the reader. The characters in the novel are wholesome and we are…

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The Da Vinci Code: Book Review.

Dan Brown’s the Da Vinci code, takes the reader on an amazing journey, from the moment Robert Langdon meets lieutenant  Jerome Collet from Direction Centrale Police Judiciare(DCPJ) the tale unravelles beautifully and at a steady pace that keeps you feinding for the next chapter. The story follows Robert Langdon,renown Harvard Professor of religious symbology and Sophie Nevue a DCPJ cryptographer and the grand daughter of the murder victim, Jacques Sauniere as they race to solve his murder through a series of systematic clues, and end up uncovering an even more shocking trail of secrets.

Genre: Historical Thriller.
Category: Detective and Mystery.

The novel has a steady pace in which the events unravel, coupled with amazing and shocking twists in the plot. The scenes for the events are set beautifully and with great detail causing a surreal effect for the reader.  The characters in the novel are wholesome and we are able to understand their motivations easily. The main protagonists and antagonists are three dimensional and we are able to sympathise with characters like Silas even though they are antagonistic forces in the story. The Details of the book are impeccably researched and based, It feels really informative throughout the story.
The book was an impressively enjoyable read, To be honest I couldn’t put the book down without feeling a pang in my chest. I feel the subplots were perfectly crafted and fed perfectly into the main plot. The end was such a shocking twist but we are left at a sort of cliffhanger, which I did actually really appreciate because it caused me to continue thinking about it long after I had finished the book.
The writing style Dan Brown uses is quite appropriate for this type of story as he relays the thoughts of all the characters perfectly even during the periods of intense and fast paced action, actually especially  then.

Recommendation: I would recommend this book to anyone who likes mystery and conspiracy theories. It’s a great story and the way it is told makes it a personal favourite of mine. I would also recommend it to historical fiction lovers and Art and history lovers.

Star rating: This book gets 4.5/5 stars from me.

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Chapter 01 : Visions of Peter.

She knew it was over now. He was gone, dead to the world. She did not want to think about what would happen next. Makaila had invited her back to Mombasa, when they had left for Paris.
When he was still with her, seated in the cockpit next to her smiling in those brown wooden framed glasses that made him look so handsome. “Stop it” she told herself as she struggled to return to her previous train of thought. She could always go back home, she thought. But then she thought of all the times he had been seated on the couch reading a book and had reached out to her as she walked in the room with a cup of green tea in her hand. How he always joked around and how her fingers felt when they came into contact with his. She could smell him, that subtle scent of nature, freshly cut wood and the far away smell of coffee beans, that was always so comforting.
How he would smile at her as he walked up behind her in the kitchen and put his strong arms around her. How he would pick her up, seemingly effortlessly and place her on the oak countertop. His cherry lips as he leaned in to kiss her, and the look of pure menace in his eyes. “Maaam….maaam” she began to hear from afar. She could feel him now, his arms as they pressed into her back and he moved in, kissing her even deeper now. The feel of his muscled back as she trailed her right palm down the middle of his back. The feel of the firm rubber knife handle as it fell out of her left hand.
“Maaaam….maaam” she heard again, it sounded closer now. She started to hear whispers and conversation around her and as she struggled to hold on to what she realized was a memory now, she looked up and saw the older waitress staring at her with a concerned look on her face. She lifted her eyebrows now, quizingly and waited for the waitress to speak. The waitress who was now seemingly compelled by her face, roused with a start and struggled for a second to gain back her composure. “Is…is that blood?, In your hair, it looks like blood, is it?”.
She lifted her hand to her hair, just now noticing how pale it looked as she brought it to her short hair and held up a strand of it in front of her face to look at it. It was crunchy to touch and now that she was seeing it in the light extremely dark red. She looked up smiling and said, “non, cette est mode.” The waitress glared at her looking confused. She continued, putting the strand of hair back in place, “fashion, hair couleur” the waitress seemed to understand. Calming down, she focused her gaze on the waitress. Who she now realized was carrying a coffee pot, she gestured to her cup. She was obliged . That was too close, she thought.
As she looked around the small coffee store she realized that most of the other customers were either staring at her or just now returning their eyes to their food or coffee. Something started to buzz in the back pocket of her jeans and it startled her. She quickly reached down and took her Android phone out of her pocket staring at the screen for a moment before accepting the call and bringing it up to her ear.
“Hi lovie” came the over enthusiastic voice from the other side of the line. “Hello mother” she spoke back into the phone. ” What’s wrong darling? you sound sad.” She struggled to keep her face straight as she replied, “He’s gone mom, he’s dead, Peter’s dead” she whispered struggling now to keep from crying. She averted her eyes from her coffee and watched as the waitress disappeared into a door that looked like it lead to the kitchen. “I’m so sorry honey, so so sorry” ,her mother said in a voice that sounded warm, caring and sad.
She heard a droplet fall into her coffee cup and realized now that she was crying. She got a handkerchief from the left side pocket of her jeans and wiped off her tears. She felt a sudden trance as she pictured her husband, on one knee proposing to her. She could remember it so vividly, the color of his eyes as he looked up at her as if she were a goddess who had somehow, come down from heaven. The smirk he had on as he popped the small red velvet box open and revealed the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. The tiny diamond on it was the same olive color of her own eyes. She could smell the wood burning close by, the barbequed chicken on the table and the distinct peppery scent it held. The scent of Peter and the understated cologne he had worn that night.
“Honey…honey, are you still there?” She heard over the speaker as she lightly lifted the handkerchief which she now remembered was a gift from Peter, from her right cheek. “I’m still here” she replied. “What are you gonna do now? Her mother asked. ” I was thinking of going to Mombasa, to stay with Makaila for a while.”
“Why don’t you come and stay with me for a while?” Her mother asked. She thought about it for a minute, her mother had moved to London two years ago when her husband had died. She had a nice place on the outskirts of the city, it was small and cozy but it would be insanely cold around this time of the year. She had never been a huge fan of the cold,but with what had just happened it seemed oddly appropriate.
“Okay mum, I just have something I have to do here, I’ll take a flight out as soon as I’m done” she replied. “Alright hun, I’ll leave the keys in the usual spot if I leave the house, I’m having lunch with Mrs Bennett tomorrow evening.” She heard over the line. “Okay” she said and hang up before her mother asked any more questions.

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