It is in the motion of a hand as its body carries it down the street. It is in the elegance of a shell lying on the sand under moonlight. In sub-cultures finding their own path, trying desperately to not be sucked into the mainstream and lose its soul. Yes, beauty is momentary, sappy, and sometimes futile; yet, I do not despair this.
Why start out this way? This is a beauty blog. But, not in the terms of high-fashion. Although, there may be a few waifs, posing for cameras, I intend for this to be for original work of all persuasions that seeks the heart of what beauty is.
Adieu.
Senseless beauty! More senseless beauty!
ReplyDeleteI applaud this endeavor.
('tis Ruina, sorry to disappoint :P)