I have learned recently that beauty can be so achingly simple, so heart-wrenchingly raw and austere and pared down and so imperfect. What makes things beautiful? The masters of classical design idolized symmetry and refinement above of all else. Perfectly styled stills? I think not though it would be almost blasphemous of me to say so with all that I have been taught. To me, beauty is natural, genuine and most of all flawed. Look around you, tell me it is not so.
*Image by Helen Friel