I like these two pictures. I appreciate them cause they are naturally beautiful and cause they haven’t been re-touched whatsoever at all; nevertheless most of the worst weaknesses I see on myself (my hooked nose, my retangular and long face, my spaced forehead and my incredible similarity with my dad) have somehow manged to get well-covered; my hair is wavy, which never usually is and I look so calm, relaxed, sweet and innocent (even slightly sexy), which is quite far off from my actual, real personality…It’s almost like, for a moment, I could just be somebody else…I could choose to be whoever I wished or whoever I wanted people to think I am…

Those pictures almost let me approach (even if just for an instant shot) that ambition of perfection I have been spending my entire life trying to achieve, even if not estethically, in various bits and pieces of own environment, almost to the point of obsession…