Art Expo Charity Event

[Alessandra]

It was always annoying when a weak Beast entered the room. The Savages own Beast taking notice and wanting nothing more then to strip the flesh from the bones and make its own art with the bloody husk.

But Ale shoves it aside, they knew this weak one. And yet it seemed they were playing coy this evening. A game she knew.

A nod and smile were offered, as the Lord had yet to really address her.

Her attention shifts back to Jean, “Do any of these students show promise in your opinion? As a collector, I know there are always students who show promise, and those who, well, simply don’t.” they thought they did, but they didn’t. “And I am very interested in the Charity aspect of it. Should I be able to find pieces suitable for my collection, I will happily become a donor.” Money wasn’t the issue. It was talent.

Smiling, “Please, just Sophia. And grazie, I may take you up on that. I find that my tastes tends to be," a pause, "I'm trying to find the right English word, eclectic?” that sounded right.

The smile was then offered to Adam, “Pleased to meet you Adam. And yes, it is literal. I tend to leave the more public handlings to those better suited for it. And you’re too kind, but it’s that spotlight that is best used on others.” Like Lenora. Ale just pulled the strings, broke the legs and provided the money. “I have quite a few things I do. I run a few businesses as well as own real estate. And yourself?” why was it easier to socialize with cattle?

[Lenora]

"Oh please do," Lenora says as Jean affirms he will pass along the compliment. The act could only serve to secure her alliances and build new ones. "As for my friends, I am certain they are around here somewhere, but, for the moment, I am quite content with my current company, though I am willing to pass along their contact details when this is done."

After all, Lenora was not lying. She had nothing to hide if Jean or the other organizers wished to look into her social circle. And the identity of Lenore Greene was more than secure.

"I'm certain you could assist, but I do not yet know what I am after," Lenora said, her tone remaining on the edge of friendly, "In truth, I recently purchased a small piece for a colleague I admire. And now, dreadfully, I have the want to treat myself." The last statement was said with clear humor, Lenora was not actually saddened to be shopping for herself. She was delighted.

As Alessandra Sophia smiles and nods, the Hidden Lord's own smile twitches slightly wider before she too nods in acknowledgement. Her eyes linger on the Raven haired Prince for a moment, before her eye catches Adam studying her dress. She returns the glance in kind, her eyebrows perking in interest as she took in his fashion.

"Eclecticism is something you two have in common it seems," she offers, "You both look lovely. Regretfully, I have always struggled with such ventures. It takes a certain abundance in comfort, I think."

Her head tilts lightly as Sophia speaks of her nature, but does not offer more than she has already. Her comment on their fashion was meant to gauge their want to engage. If they responded well, Lenora would choose to ingrain herself in their discussion more firmly. If not, she would dismiss herself. Lenora has already forcefully entered herself into their conversation, pushing to join their dialogue further would be risky. Worse than that, it would be rude.

[Alessandra]

Lenora was into art as well? Interesting.

“So few understand the significance of purchasing such gifts. And so few don’t appreciate it.” But then again, art was subjective.

“Thank you Miss Greene, though your dress is quite lovely as well.” Not something she’d wear, but it looked nice on the Lord. “Struggled? With the confidence you’re wearing that dress with, I don’t think you struggle. Now myself? Fashion is not something I spend much time on. My nights are busy, and worrying about if what I wear is fashionable just seems like a waste to me. Comfort and functionality are my main focuses.” Meaning could she still end someone with comfort.

A nod, “I have some abstract pieces in my collection done by an associate. Though I’ve learned with those types of pieces, it really needs to speak to me before I put too much effort into it. Currently I’m collecting pieces from the Romantic movement as well as pieces by Delaroche.” She was no expert on art, not yet. But she knew some artists and what she liked. The rest would come in time.

“Used to be an artist? Not something you enjoy doing anymore?” or did he fail?

Dark eyes shift, “As someone who doesn’t understand a whole lot about software, it sounds like a nightmare.” She had people do worry about those things. “But at least it didn’t turn off from the field. I always recommend doing your own thing. It’s not easy, but very rewarding.” Personal experience.

[Lenora]

A nod is granted to the greeter as he affirms his desire to learn of her friends. It would only serve to establish her legitimacy. A small win, but a win nonetheless.

"Very good, I will ensure I pass on their details before I leave this evening," she says.

Lenora grants Adam and "Sophia" a flattered look. The expression was genuine, albeit possessive of a quiet sense of pride.

"My choice of words was poor, perhaps," she offers, "I am very comfortable with fashion in many senses. However, both of you show an affinity for more eclectic styles, which is an affinity I do not possess."

Beautiful as her dress was, Lenora's look was of a more traditional fashion. Many of her looks were. The alternative tastes of the Prince and her newfound companion were not something Lenora felt she could effectively emulate. The most daring Lenora tended to get was putting on pants, but the looks were often still somewhat refined and quite ordinary in the modern day.

"Frankly, if I wore either of your outfits, I fear it would come off as disingenuous," she continues, "Confidence makes the look. Hesitation can only serve to tarnish an image."

As the conversation turned to art, Lenora's expression beamed a bit.

"Oh? I adore Romantic art, particularly from the Baroque period," she offers, "but I also have a soft spot for Art Deco. The symmetry of many of the pieces in that era are... soothing."

As Adam and Sophia announced their interest in Jean's exit from artistry, Lenora remained silent. A third voice could stifle the man, but the Hidden Lord nonetheless expressed her interest with a perk of her brow and a soft smile. If Jean was comfortable enough in their current company, he would surely share, but his past was his. Lenora could not in good conscience force his voice.

Not when she had nothing to gain anyway.

[Alessandra]

Eclectic style? Her? That was a first, “So going with what’s comfortable is a good thing then.” She jokes with a wink.

Art deco wasn’t really her thing, but it was good to know what Lenora liked.

Kine could be cute with their little ‘brushes with death’. But did they really know what it was like to cross that threshold only to return? But she understood how it could change a person. “It’s interesting how events, such as the one you mention, can change ones outlook and direction.” However fleeting it was.

Smirking, “Oh, I wasn’t looking for merchants of those pieces. I already have authentic ones in my collection. I was simply referring to the style each artist paints. But thank you.” And she was sure her own contacts back home could help if she needed it.

An eyebrow arches, then a smile appears, “Only two hundred? We still have time then.” And if he only knew.

“Oh, I completely agree. I tend to choose pieces that spark conversations. I enjoy hearing different opinions and takes on various pieces. Not everyone sees the same thing and I find it fascinating. Which is why my favorite pieces in my collection are more abstract. Art seems to be one of the few things people can have civil and intelligent conversations about these days.”

[Lenora]

Lenora's smile twitched slightly wider as Jean spoke and revealed his similar tastes.

So agreeable.

She liked this Cattle.

"I agree, there is much to be said about the sense of structure and order it provides in architecture. However, even sculptures of the discipline can be quiet provocative. I adore the blending between classical techniques and the exploration of modernity in art those pieces evoke," she offers, venturing to address the subject more in depth.

A nod is granted to Adam as he explains his relative anonymity.

"I wouldn't have guessed, you hold yourself well," she says. The smile lessens lightly as he discusses art and wallpaper, but the look is not a malicious one, instead she appears engaged, critically thinking about the man's words.

"I can understand why you might feel that way," she continues, "but art is just as much about feeling as it is thinking. As in all things, art is on a spectrum. Some worry too much about aesthetic while others overly concern themselves with the message, I think. On one hand you end up with wallpaper and on the other you duct tape a banana to a wall. Both remain art in concept, it is just... poorly executed and often overly commercialized in the former case. Even then it has a place. Given the choice between blank walls and wallpaper, I will always choose the latter. It affords my guests a window into my own preference and image. In this way, the wallpaper does make you think."

Just her two cents.