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Signe glanced sideways at the voice, offering a small smile, an automatic response to being engaged in small-talk. She took a moment, her eyes drifting back to the canvas before she spoke. The subject of the painting was a female flamenco dancer, mid-dance. “It really is,” she agreed softly with a quick nod. “I think it’s acrylic, but the way the colors just melt into each other. It almost looks like watercolor. Like, they’re bleeding at the edges but still holding control.” Her green eyes remained fixed on the dancer’s dress. “It’s the skirt that got me. The way it moves…like it’s caught mid-spin. And that red! It’s layered with these deep crimsons and hints of coral and orange, but they all blur into each other without getting muddled.” She tilted her head, thinking through something. “I just keep wondering how you’d even begin to replicate that on real fabric. Not just print it–like actually dye it that way and make it look like that when it’s worn. It would have to be sheer…maybe layered? Something that picks up the light the right way…” Her words trailed off and Signe’s posture straightened, suddenly remembering her audience. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she laughed. “I’m telling you the painting hypnotized me. I did not mean to ramble on like that.”
mango bay art district sure lived up to the hype that echoed from the seasonal tourists that came and went , cataloguing their trips digitally through vlogs and various yelp reviews . clark had spent months researching the hub , calculating whether or not this would be viable to place roots down in . standing across from the works that graced the walls , he could see that is was all worth the effort . soon , this would be home . wandering mindlessly through the gallery , clark was drawn to a particular painting adorning the center of the room . more so , curious about the person standing in awe , gazing at it . a fellow artist ? an admirer ? someone to pick the brains of ? “ it's a beauty , isn't it ? ” he responds , artfully dodging her initial ask .
Signe observed the unfamiliar man curiously, his easy smile and warm energy holding the kind of casual charm that made friends out of strangers quickly. His accent caught her attention first, and then, finally, she registered the question. She laughed softly, shaking her head sending her wild curls flying. “No, no, this isn’t my medium,” she replied, a polite smile gracing her lips. Although he didn’t say she was in his way, Signe stepped aside anyway to give him a better view. “It’s gorgeous though. I was just thinking it reminds me of something my mom studied – she’s an art history professor. I can already hear her commentary in my head.” She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed that it took her all of two seconds to mention her mom while talking to a handsome stranger. Signe tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and refocused on the painting. “You’re right though, it’s brilliant. I’ve been trying to figure out how they got the colors to look like that,” she murmured the last part almost to herself, once again losing herself for a few too long moments before she resolved to experiment later. Signe glanced back at the man, curious now. “Are you into art, or just wandering by?”
There was little Charlie loved more than having a free day before his shift at the restaurant. He'd spent time in some of the most beautiful places in the world, but the charm of his new home called to him. On days when he didn't have to be in until dinner he'd sleep in, cook himself a ridiculous breakfast, and pick an area to roam. Today's pick was Mango Bay, considering it was the same neighborhood as his job.
He'd already gone to a few shops before walking towards the art district. While Charlie did have a few talents, art was not one of them. He hadn't grown up in an area where it was appreciated, or at least not in his house. His mother spent the majority of her time working to pay for his blossoming career and when his father was around, the last thing they'd speak about was art. But on days when he'd walk home from training, he'd always stare at the murals; the ones left by graffiti artists that would be painted over soon enough, and wonder who'd made them.
Now, living somewhere that art had been celebrated, he'd tried to immerse himself a bit more. He hadn't realized that his mind was wandering, his eyes stuck on a canvas, until he'd heard a voice speaking to him. "Wh- Oh! Oh, nah, sorry." Charlie's head shook quickly, lifting his hand to point at the painting she'd also been admiring, "It's brilliant, innit? Did you paint it?"
Her wide eyes softened with recognition and she gave him a look, that Pappa look, the one that carried equal parts exasperation and affection. It was corny, but Signe might have been the tiniest bit homesick. Or, as homesick as one could get just living across town. Still, she’d gladly jumped at the idea of spending a few hours with her dad and explore her new neighborhood in the meantime. She nudged him back with her elbow. “Pappa,” she sighed, dramatically. “You can’t sneak up on people like that. You’re too tall, it’s unethical.” The painting in front of her still tugged at something within her – something about the use of color that made her wonder if she could dye fabrics to catch the light in that way. Sometimes she envied the way artists could make anything they envisioned into a reality, while she had to work around the restrictions of fabric, stitching and technique. Still, it was those constraints that made Signe’s eyes light up with a challenge. God, she shouldn’t have left her sketchbook at home. She shook the thought off and offered her father an exaggerated huff. “I was thinking… maybe even being inspired! And now, you’ve chased my muse away!” Her father dwarfed her, being almost an entire foot taller than her 5’6 and she leaned into the familiar safety of his presence. “For your crimes, you’re going to have to pay for fika.”
it felt strange that life was meant to just continue after signe had left. it felt as though a hole had been blown in the side of their emerald point home, and søren had tried to brick up the cavern only to watch it fall again, and again, and again. he wondered if sigrid felt the same, that they were missing some sort of vital organ now that he couldn't hear the distant closing of doors down the hallway and no longer noticed snacks being smuggled from the kitchen cupboards. it was one of his days off, and once they had worked through a flurry of dad jokes him and signe had decided to meet up for a few hours. a cup of coffee, some light window - shopping, and maybe a few treats from his own back pocket. søren parked a good distance away and walked to the art district, soaking up the sunshine that was still a novelty after ten years. sweden had been beautiful, but he couldn't honestly say they had much of a summer back home. 6'4" and with hair the colour of wood ash, he wasn't the easiest person to ignore. søren approached his daughter without the intention of sneaking up on her, but once he was a few steps away and still unnoticed he decided to reach into the fatherhood handbook. the doctor hovered beside signe until she saw him, nudged her with the point of his elbow and chuckled, “i don't know, are you ? ”
Havana Rose Liu photographed by Valheria Rocha for The Sky is Everywhere, February 2022.
⇢ 🌸 STATUS ﹕ open ⇢ 🌸 TAGGING ﹕signe + utp !! ( @palmviewstarters ) ⇢ 🌸 DETAILS ﹕ signe explores the MANGO BAY ART DISTRICT.
Signe had visited the Mango Bay Art District before, but somehow, it was different when she was now a resident of the neighborhood. The colorful murals along the walls and alleyways seemed particularly vibrant all of a sudden. The Coastal Creations Gallery had its doors open, and like a moth to flame, Signe found herself pulled in. Music was drifting in from somewhere and local artists were mingling beside their pieces. She hovered over one canvas that reminded her of something her mother might've admired in an old museum catalog. Her fingers itched with a need to recreate it, to break its mold and reshape it, but she tampered down the urge. Signe had always been impulsive when it came to her art, and she'd learn in college that she did not allow herself enough time to experience what inspired her before she tried to recreate the feeling. Lost in her thoughts, Signe didn't notice someone approaching until they were right over her shoulder. "Oh!" she blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, am I blocking your view?"
[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { SIGNE HOLSTRÖM } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is ? they kind of look like { HAVANA ROSE LIU } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 24 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { 10 }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { SPENCER HASTINGS } from { PRETTY LITTLE LIARS }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { PALMVIEW FASHION HOUSE } as a { STYLIST }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE MIRAGE } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { AVOIDANT } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { AMBITIOUS } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 2 BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { MANGO BAY LOFTS }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! { KRYS. 32. SHE/HER. EST. }
name: signe holmström [ pronounced sing-neh ] nickname(s): tba. age: twenty4 birthday: 06 october 2000 gender/pronouns: cis woman + she/her sexuality: pansexual occupation: stylist at palmview fashion house residence: mango bay lofts #4B time in palmview: ten years
signe is the only child of søren and sigrid holmström, a warmhearted doctor and reserved art history professor, respectively. she was born in malmö, sweden, but has been living in palmview for the last ten years ( since she was fourteen ). she is a soft-spoken perfectionist with a deep love for fashion and a dream of one day becoming a designer. while she's always surrounded by an abundance of love, she tends to have doubts about whether or not she actually deserves to be where she is. she strives to be the ideal daughter, not because of any expectations her parents have placed on her, but simply because she understands how much they've sacrificed for her and she wants those sacrifices to have been worth it. she's just moved out of her parents home and is figuring out what it means to be on her own.
full bio here.
🧵 childhood best friend - someone who has known signe since she arrived in palmview and has been by her side ever since 🧵 professional rivals 🧵 neighbors 🧵 roommate 🧵 former crushes/flings/exes 🧵 current crushes 🧵 college friends 🧵 work friends/coworkers 🧵 muse - a close friend (or rival!) who pushes signe to be bolder, weirder, and more herself creatively. 🧵 the mirror - someone who is also dealing with a legacy they're trying to live up to. they see a lot of similarities in each other and bond because of that. 🧵 the mentor - a senior person in fashion who takes signe under their wing
⋮ ★ 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚡𝚎: dependent, multimuse roleplaying blog for palmviewfm. penned by krys ( 32, she / her + est ). please do not interact if you are not a part of the group.
𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚛ö𝚖 — intro. pinterest. playlist.
𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 — intro. pinterest. playlist.
𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 — intro. pinterest. playlist.