ayden pierce

professional sensitive art boy

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Death wasn’t all that uncommon in the world, and, if you narrowed it down to Queens, it happened on a daily basis. It was a part of the circle of life, and all that nonsense, and, for the most of it, Sam and the rest of her office left it all for the PD to deal with. However, once the call came in, she wasted no time, dropping everything she was doing and driving off to the crime scene, only to met with another gruesome, public murder. They’ve been tracking the person responsible for months now, yet, every single time, miraculously, they were gone, without a trace. Only this time, there was a witness. After being pointed out to the person, Sam walked over to them, barely glancing over at the covered body on her way. “Hi- I’m Agent Redfield, with FBI.” She flashed her badge, for a brief moment, studying the person for a moment. Their possible ptsd be damned, for now. “I would like to ask you a few questions.

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Ayden was still pretty shell-shocked after seeing such a grisly murder. He thought he had a stomach for these sorts of things, but as it turns out he was undoubtedly wrong. He sat on a bench near the crime scene, pale and sweaty as he waited to be questioned. 

After it happened, he approached the surrounding police officers to inform them that he saw the crime take place. He decided not to disclose, however, that he was filming for an upcoming art project when the violence broke out. 

He clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter when the agent approaches him, attempting to put on a brave face. “Hey, yeah, of course.”

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tell me about your dreams

Are you asking about dreams in the literal sense, or my dreams as in my aspirations?

As far as my sleeping dreams: I tend not to remember them. If I do, it’s usually some form of a nightmare that’s based pretty solidly in reality; no monsters or ghosts. The other night I dreamed I had been in a car accident and lost both my hands, so I was no longer able to make art.

My hopes for the future: I hope to continue down the path I’m on now professionally. I love what I do. In my personal life, I’m really hoping to meet someone special. I’ve been single for a while now and I really miss having a girl to spoil and adore.

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I think it’s really cool when an actor can shape shift, and certainly you don’t want to play versions of yourself, but what’s the coolest is when an audience can see real humanity on screen and really learn about themselves.

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Ayden wandered slowly through the outdoor art exhibition, taking his time to analyze each piece. He heard about the event from his agent, who suggested he go to make some connections and possibly help discover an upcoming artist for her to represent. Of course, he didn’t mind at all since he loved looking at art almost as much as he loved making it. 

He stopped as he walked up to a piece that particularly caught his attention, wondering silently how it related to the theme of the show: queer art.

He glanced over at the person standing near the work, and flashes them a smile. “Are you the artist?”

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johnsonmarg:

Margaret’s life had become too dull for her. This opportunity was going to make some much needed excitement. She wasn’t even worried about putting herself in a dangerous situation. “Either is fine with me. I haven’t been there yet.” She grinned back at him.

He pauses, quite a bit surprised that she even considered the option of going back to his studio. Most women these days were way more cautious. He silently wondered if he was an exception in the moment because of his looks, or if this girl simply didn’t care much about her own safety. Either way, it just made him more fascinated with her. 

“How about we go to the gardens until the sun goes down, then we head back to my studio?” He offers the solution with a smile.

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cywreck:

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ awesome, it’s always interestin’ to know how people became fans or heard about us. It’s startin’ to catch just about everywhere, it’s… fuckin’ insane.” Having recognition wasn’t what he’d ever sought after and in fact, he would have been content to continue flying under the radar. The traction the band had gained in the past two years had been pleasantly gradual; it wasn’t a difficult adjustment at all. The leather jacket was beginning to heat up too much under the sun, pulling it off again and commenting, “Might have to roll my ass under some fuckin’ shade, it went from stormy to heat wave in two seconds flat.” Talk about crazy weather this year. Listening to Ayden’s explanation of the project, his head subconsciously tilted with curiosity, wondering to himself what the end result of it was going to look like. His words made sense enough; Cyrek had developed a habit over the years of losing the smoldering yet melancholic expression he’d attached to in high school in place of a vibrant one in public, making himself look approachable for the change of career. Default state of unhappiness had been exchanged for a mask of sorts. “That sounds… intriguin’, my brother might enjoy that, I’ll let him know what you’re up to these days… If you’d like to explore filmin’ stage personas, we got some gigs comin’ up, I could hook you up with passes to film us and any of the openers, people we’re playin’ with…”

Ayden holds the camera steady as Cyrek removes his leather jacket, now filming his bare arm in detail where the fabric once was. He stays silent in order to get the last of what he was looking for, slowly zooming out from the macro-shot. He finally then turns off the record button.

“All done. You’re free to move to the shade now.” He nods as he puts his camera back into his bag. “I’d love to talk to your brother, maybe film him too. I find siblings pretty interesting. I’m an only child.” He explains with a shrug.

He smiles a bit in excitement at his offer to come film some of their shows. “Oh, shit dude. I would love that. It would definitely add a nice contrast to what I’m doing now.”

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johnsonmarg:

Margaret leaned forward to take the business card. She read it quickly and nodded. “Alright.” She liked the design and thought about copying it for when she’d make her own business cards. She didn’t consider herself to be an artist though. “When and where?”

“Well.” He paused for a moment, considering if he wanted to use her for the project about  personas, or perhaps something else. “I have a studio, but if you’re more comfortable in public we could go elsewhere.” He stops again and looks at her face, considering carefully where he’d like to shoot her. “Hmm, ever been to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens?” He asks with a raised brow. “As for when, right now I’m free.” He flashes her a smile.

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Timothée Chalamet in A Rainy Day in New York (2019)

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johnsonmarg:

“It sounds a little sketchy. Do you have a website?” She held onto her book as she crossed her arms over her chest. She keep her eyes up at him, trying to keep a smile on her face as not to come off rude. Margaret just wanted to protect herself.

“Yes.” He says simply and nods, reaching into his pocket. He takes out his wallet and grabs one of his business cards, holding it out to the woman. The card itself was a simple white thick paper with the silver embossed words: ‘Ayden Pierce. Artist & Videographer. David Swirner Gallery. aydenpierce.com.’

“Here you go. My website is on the back.”

He didn’t exactly blame the girl for taking precautions, after all it was New York and creepy men were certainly not a rarity.

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cywreck:

Admittedly, having the camera panned behind him was an odd feeling, resisting the fidgeting urge to face the person he was talking to and remaining where he was. It was harder to put on a show when he wasn’t being directed or… well, performing. “Yeah? That’s bloody awesome, glad to meet you. I hope you enjoyed the show, even if you were there to see somebody else,” he replied casually with a one-shouldered shrug, snorting. He wasn’t about to bethat pretentious singer that wanted to know how he held up on stage. Whenever a performance was due, he gave it his all and that was the best he had. Ayden Pierce. Shit. Cyrek wasn’t good with names and he’d definitely never run into him before. Rooting around through memory banks that were fuzzy under the piles of stress that had been stacking up the past couple months, he hummed. “Sounds… familiar, can’t say I know it. I’m not, uh, a huge fuckin’ artfanatic, to be fair. I’ll look and admire, can’t say I know artists by name… My brother probably knows who you are.” Guilt wrought some part of him that he couldn’t place the name when the other had recognized him, distracted by his explanation of the project that brought a laugh from him. “Fuck, you’re in the wrong fuckin’ place to catch my persona, unfortunately. I come off real fuckin’ intense on stage, this isn’t it.” Hell, he’d cussed a few people out on stage to get them to quit hassling him. His intention hadn’t been, in the beginning, to act tough despite being in a punk rock band– it was simply the unfortunate marriage of a rugged former street rat who knew how to use his sharp tongue well in a pinch and a record label throwing their– at the time– newest band to the wolves as openers for hardcore metal bands as “training wheels”. He wouldn’t have lasted in those crowds if he hadn’t learned to bring out the bite and the fire he carried when people got on his bad side, and it strengthened the desire to take no shit. “This is, uh, kinda just me bein’… me.” Maybe a fake extroverted, slightly bouncier side of himself–himself, nonetheless.

He nods his head and smiles at him, even if he couldn’t see it thanks to the camera in his face. “Yeah, I’ve always had a great time at your shows. My girlfriend at the time was a big fan, and after seeing you guys live I was pretty much convinced.” 

He shifts his focus to the man’s hands, the frame tightly capturing his fingers up against the leather jacket. He laughs at his comments about his real persona being on stage. “Trust me, I don’t doubt that... This is a bit different though. It’s more about the everyday self that we tend to accentuate unconsciously in public. It’s still you, but it’s also the identity you knowingly present to others.” He pauses as he struggles to explain. “But, the idea of a stage persona is interesting. I’d love to explore that too.”

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cywreck:

“Same here. Except for that last part. People who are from here tend to be fuckin’ pretentious, no offense.” The Big Apple was, without a doubt, known for its snobs and impolite attitudes of the passerby. A sheepish look passed across his face when he mentioned it was video, wondering what he could possibly be doing with video footage of him and what exactly the so-called project was. Shifting lanky legs to stretch out on the grass, he pulled his sunglasses down to shield his eyes. Thoughts melted away while he relaxed and tuned himself to the surroundings, looking up again when he was prompted. “Um… that fuckin’ depends. I’m a vocalist in a band? Avant-Garde Society? Ringin’ any bells?” he asked, flashing a small grin in his direction, uncertain he recognized the younger male himself. If he was a fan, he met hundreds of them after concerts and during festival season, faces were harder to keep track of until he’d met them a few times over. While typically able to imprint them in his mind easier than names, it was too much to commit everyone to memory based on one time. Pulling his leather jacket closer to his figure, his curiosity finally bested him. “What’s this project about, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

Ayden chuckles as the man called New Yorkers pretentious. He himself had gotten that comment plenty of times, so at this point it no longer surprised him. 

He stands back up and holds the camera steady as he moves behind Cyrek, now focused on his silhouetted figure. “Ohhh, yep. That’s gotta be it. I’ve seen you guys play a handful of times. Well, it’s nice to meet you.” He says the words through a genuine smile, then leans forwards to get his face in the shot again. “My name is Ayden Pierce.” He introduces himself, quietly hoping that he had heard of his art before. It was always a huge confidence boost meeting people that recognized his name.

He then moves the camera to capture him tugging the leather fabric closer to himself. “It’s about how we present ourselves to the world, the personas people adapt or amplify while others are watching.” He explains.

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johnsonmarg:

Margaret had a rare opportunity to sit and relax at the park. She brought a book with her, expecting to read, but she opted instead to people watch. She turned her attention to the visibly younger man, chuckling. “You’re not serious?”

Ayden raises a brow at her response. Usually, if someone wasn’t interested they would flat out say no, or just ignore him. This was different. And of course it just made him want to film her more. 

“No, I am.” He says with another reassuring smile. 

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Got any bad habits?

I don’t think much before speaking, so sometimes I can come off as really pretentious. I’m trying to work on it.

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Have you ever physically harmed anybody?

I never have and I never would. I’m a really gentle person.

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What about yourself that you're extremely proud of?

I am incredibly proud of my creativity, as well as my ability to turn my ideas into tangible artworks. 

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What's your favorite piece of art?

Is it terribly narcissistic if I say one of my own works?

I really love my short film titled Her. It’s mostly comprised of shots of my girlfriend at the time. I was very inspired by Jeff Wall’s Picture for Women (1979).

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Do you prefer men or women?

I’m straight, actually.