Sometimes faces piss me off!
Just sometimes and not anyone’s in particular.
I wonder what life would be like if we all had a blank canvas instead of features? Imagine if all our faces looked the same?
I wonder how this would effect the way we see, the way we interact and the way we admire each other?
I think we (myself included) place too much emphasis on the way we and others look.
My idea of beauty does not lie in perfection but in imperfection.
I wonder about these things yet, I buy so much make up………so I am a contradiction unto myself…..a bullshitter. A multifaceted living discrepancy.
“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction. “
Inspired by article from Dazed Digital, the film Frankyln and a painting by Reneee Magritte
Faux leather leggings from Topshop
Pintuck shirt from Moss Bros
Black jacket from Warehouse
Kendama was bought in Japan
Bowler hat from charity shop
Pillowcase taken from my bed
Photos taken by Hiro.