Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Well for someone who has an additional anti-glare, photo-chrome perspex like material in-front of my eyes, it sure beholds.

The most interesting faces generally oscillate between charm and crookedness. There is a tyranny of perfection, a certain tedium even, something that asserts itself with all the dogmatism of a scientific formula. The more tempting kind of beauty has only a few angles which it may be seen, and then not in all lights and at all times.

It flirts dangerously with ugliness. It takes risks with itself. It does not side comfortably with mathematical rules of proportion, it plays dodge ball with symmetry. It draws its appeal from precisely those details that also lend themselves to ugliness.

Classically beautiful women should be left to men with imagination.