This photo embodies much of what I feel about the world fashion and beauty: a paradox of emotion. I am drawn to the image of perfection and I strive to pursue it for myself. Yet at the same time I loathe so much of what it represents or, perhaps more honestly, how it’s pursuit sometimes makes me feel.

It’s frustrating to be attracted to something you were never previously aware of—and then come to desire it— and then realize it will always lay beyond your reach.  After all…perfection is just an illusion. And illusions only exist as long as you keep chasing after them.

I don’t remember how or why I created this picture, but I think it is the response to the question of beauty I asked myself long ago and have since forgotten.

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