strangely enough i don't mean beautiful in the conventional type of way. i am fascinated with people who are flawed in such a way, they almost seem perfect. its quite the experience, seeing someone beautiful in a photograph, or on the street, sometimes having to stop what you're doing as to fill yourself up with the vision of them.
i've come to realize, though, that my view on beauty might really differ from those around me- and this is something that i notice more and more on a daily basis.
this year i've come to appreciate male models much more than i have before.
but mostly-
i love trashy, beaten up, punk hoodlum boys.
ash stymest, yuri pleskun, sylvester ulv and his ever-charming septum piercing, a nameless boy with a great sense of street-style.
ofcourse, this post would not be complete without some girl-crushes of mine.
gemma ward.
honestly, do i even have to say it? my infatuation with this woman is crazy. she's so perfectly imperfect, ggggguh.
nimue smit, and look, we've hit a double whammy with vlada roslyakova and sasha pivovarova.
honestly, there is something so astonishing with the whole heroin chic, afterparty exhaustion. something captivating in hollow-looking eyes and prominent, scandinavian cheekbones.
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