FML: The Night Court

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art

The High Lord of the Night Court


What can I do
when the night comes
and

I break into stars?

Nothing, he said.
Break, and break again
and come back shining brighter

than you did before.

– An answer to the poem “Osmosis” by Nayyirah Waheed 

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Pipilotti Rist: Sip My Ocean, Pixel Ward, Museum of Contemporary Art. Black angel dress

Black Angel wings dress. Mix Collection jewellery by MYJS.

Black Angel wings dress. Mix Collection jewellery by MYJS.
Dress: Christenza | Jewellery: MYJS | Shoes: Windsor Smith

“I think one of the most pathological things I have ever seen is stabbing someone and then telling them that their pain and anger over being stabbed is making you sad.” – Nayyirah Waheed

I’m sure we all have been unfortunate enough to meet a person like the above. Funnily, I always come across them in the workplace.

So many people get bullied at work. So many.  And in my current job, I’ve been there myself and it sucks.  It sucks wondering why your “friends” aren’t talking to you anymore, or hanging out in secret without you knowing.

This brings me onto the current book series I’ve been reading that inspired this post – “A Court of Thorns and Roses” by Sarah J Maas.  In the series, characters that appear to be charming and nice at first, end up being the detrimental ones, and the “darker, unfriendly” characters end up being the ones who are secretly fighting for a peaceful existence and culture.  But if you think the latter are weak you’d be wrong.  They are extremely powerful and get their revenge in the most satisfying was on anyone that has crossed them.

In my case at work, I had dark angels looking out for me.  Friends that I didn’t realise cared about my wellbeing.  They told me the rumours this person was saying behind my back in the office, to my friends and during work events that I had also attended.

And let’s just say I got my revenge too, shining brighter than ever before!

Oh, if you’re wondering, these photos were shot at the Pipilotti Rist exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art. Beautiful huh?

 

Have you been inspired by a book or something you read recently? Share it with me below – I’d love to read it!

Comments (11)

Beautiful photos and such a pretty art exhibition!

Xo,
Miki
http://mikialamode.om

Thanks Miki!!

Oh, my! This is lovely – your dress, the setting, and your framing story! I’m glad your “story” had a Happy Ending, but sorry to hear you had to fight through all that to get there.

Hi Chief! Not going to lie, it was a pretty crummy time :(

I literally stared at the pictures for good 5 minutes, not even kidding!! They have come out sooo beautiful, love the wings detail in your dress, love the aesthetics and the ambiance of the art exhibition! I guess I am gonna stare at these pictures again!
xx
Hope your week is going great!
Ankita
http://realgirltalks.com/

Hi Ankita! Oh my gosh, that’s so lovely of you to say, I’m glad you liked the photos. The exhibition is really beautiful I highly recommend it!

Did your Sun Prince take these? If so, wow! He’s already doing professional grade work..!

Hahaha, thanks Chief, but no he didn’t, a highly persuaded (…maybe forced) a friend to come with me to the exhibition and take photos haha. In return I made sure she got some nice shots too :P

I just re-read a wonderful little book; Tim Farrington’s “The Monk Downstairs”. It’s a trifle, just a simple story of love and life, but it’s also about loss, and the grief of loss. Here’s a sample:

“She had never allowed herself to grieve wholly before, she realized now. Not for her father, not for her grandparents. Not even for her marriage: she’d never allowed herself to face what it meant to fail in the central relationship of her life. To really remember that shining, innocent love she’d felt and everything that had happened to it. And this was why, of course; because some pragmatic, self-protective sense had told her that grief was bottomless. Skirting this sea, she had dipped her toes in; she’d wondered what would happen if she crossed the line, but it had always seemed that it could only be a kind of defeat, a drowning, a death.

And so it was.

But maybe it was not the end, to be defeated by life. Maybe that was even part of what it meant to be a human being; to recognize the way in which life had finally defeated you, to accept the ways in which death had come, to stop looking away from the failures of love, and to grieve.

To keep your heart open in this sea of silence; to drift in it, surrendering to its currents baffled and without recourse.

And at the bottom of it, to be surprised anew by love’s simplicity.”

I think you’d enjoy it.

Thanks for sharing this chief, it was really beautiful, I actually relate to that quote a lot, so definitely adding this to my reading list!

I think you’d enjoy it, not just for the thoughtful bits like this but for the story itself; a very sweet and romantic story, but in a “grown-up” sweet and romantic sort of way, not eliding the difficult part of trying to find a life that includes someone, a love story with the bark still on it, so to speak.

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