The service would have been pronounced by any modern aesthetic religionist--or religious aesthete , which is it?--to be crude and cold: to me, coming fresh from the ever-advancing developments of a London church under a soi-disant 'Catholic' Rector, it was unspeakably refreshing.

She was clad in a somewhat strange garb of peacock green and peacock blue satins, that gleamed like blue and green metals, such as delight children and aesthetes , and her heavy, hot brown hair framed one of those magic faces which are dangerous to all men, but especially to boys and to men growing grey.

As a modernist whose aesthetic appetite has been fed at an earlier stage when he was a member of aesthete society at Oxford, Acton's negotiation with the spatiality of China in essence reflects his request to make up for the deficiency of beauty increasingly engendered by capital industrialization.

On paper, Julia Holter makes highly cultured pop music for the modern-day aesthete . The Los Angeles-based singer/composer/producer's previous albums draw upon the themes of Greek tragedy, Western philosophy and, in one case--namely her 2013 release Loud City Song--a loose re-working of Gigi (the 1958 musical and the 1944 novella by French author Colette).

He was an aesthete , first and foremost, and his craft was no less awesome.

1996's "Either/Or," was named after a book by Kierkegaard, in which the philosopher posited that the aesthete would eventually find himself in a state of despair.

Ladwa described himself on Facebook as a director of several companies, adding that he was an "acerbic aesthete with architectural hair".

The perfume's bottle design was created by world-renowned designer Parisian Aesthete Studio head Thierry De Baschmakoff and produced by the French glassmaker Pochet du Corval.

OVER dinner the flamboyant aesthete Anthony Blanche in Evelyn Waugh's classic novel Brideshead Revisited warns the hero Charles Ryder not to be "strangled" by the aristocratic Sebastian Flyte's charm.

Its proprietor, a 50-something aesthete named Herm, is the guy who makes it all possible.

Learned, over his entire career, from Vico, Hegel, as well as the odd aesthete , Yeats appropriates this self-reflexive dialectic of revisionism, in which he returns to the origins of the tradition, remaking its fateful history, to divine the future of his imagination, his creative career, and his hope for symbolic immortality.