in a hotel room. packed. showered. plane scheduled tomorrow morning. too many unsightly events in the past week. literally. don't judge me if i find myself indulging in some visual gratification.
i wrote earlier about wanting real things again. is real ugly or is it beautiful? not sure...
we are ugly. we are insecure. we are shapeless. we are evil. we disgust each other. yet. we all seek some kind of beauty. one way or another.
credit : tokyoundressed.blogspot.com
or the director of the shot
assuming they're two diff ppl
or the model?
or our own minds
where does the beauty of photos like these begin?