Last Monday, I was strolling home from a lovely chat with some friends and saw a tall, colt like, almost gangly young woman heading towards me, dressed spot on what I'm loving at the moment: hard/soft, masculine/feminine. Split second impression. Should I stop her? Do I have time?
I asked if she'd pose & she sweetly said yes. Lovely lovely girl - not conventionally pretty, gap in her teeth.. not at all like the countless of perfectly pretty posh girls I see in our part of town. Once again: the moment I snapped, there was something about her pose.. 'Are you a model?' Yes. Of course. She is Lydia Beesley, from Storm.
So I went online this morning - because she'd given me her card & I promised to get in touch - and I couldn't find her on the Storm site. There was a Lydia, but that girl looked nothing like her. But wait: it IS her!
(Thank you to Storm, who have unwittingly let me borrow these two shots: this gorgeous one is by Andrew Vowles).
I've been thinking a lot lately about beauty, and how hard we are on ourselves (women, I mean, altho, disturbingly, sometimes guys, too), and we were talking yesterday at the Cupcake Convention about people that get 'work' done.. but if I start banging on about it now, Mr. Dot will go to the cinema without me, and I'll be in BIG trouble.
Just curious: is there anyone out there who is perfectly happy with their appearance the way they are? Is there anything you'd change? WOULD you actually change it, tho, or would you just like it to be different?