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How Town
Okay I gotta describe this here because it’s been in my head for over a month and it’s driving me crazy
I have this entire aesthetic (I don’t have a better word) in my head I call “How Town” because it started forming when I was reading anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings and got stuck on the line with up so floating many bells down
I adore this poem for some reason and this line always stuck with me because the imagery brought so many ideas to mind, like bells strung on telephone poles or just on strings with ribbons tied to them, or bells tied to pastel balloons
anyway
I have this mental image of How Town that’s basically a scene but also different items and things and I’ll try my best to sum it up but here’s what’s been in my head
Small silver bells on balloon strings or bracelets or tied with ribbons
everything that isn’t a person, animal or tree is soft pastel/almost white
in illustration everything would be drawn with light layers of watercolor but inky black outlines, possibly with brush pen
A lot of high-waisted dresses and button-up shirts with rolled up sleeves, sort of 1950′s inspired
soft music like faint bell chimes or quiet piano, nothing too loud or heavy drums, a lot of focus on wind and keyboard instruments
also string instruments
Snow in spring, a lot of white/color juxtaposition and dreamy, relaxing imagery
Nothing motorized except elevators and escalators and phones, other tech is implied but rarely shown
rainclouds are a slightly darker blue but never approach the darker half of the grayscale
Lace, bows, hand gloves
people whistling
Sort of a Harvest Moon kinda village? Not really a suburb but the houses are all within walking distance like a cul-de-sac
Idk this just all sits in my head and I wanna put it down on paper but it’s weird to translate? idk
someones married their everyones
- E.E. Cummings