Sometimes it's good to reflect on old times.
I was looking at this portrait the other day, by who used to be one of my favorite photographers.
The photo was of this incredibly gorgeous person, stunningly gorgeous (eurogorgeous), sitting against a leather chair in a car, smiling slightly, eyes in a crescent, and they were smoking a cigarette. The lighting was superb, the photo had incredible color, making it look whimsical and brilliant, but down to earth.
So anyway, I looked at the photographers work again, and came upon a photo of that same person, and to my dismay, the subject/photo/photographer I used to dote on aren't at all what I thought they were.
The semi-smile is just the smirk of an underaged drunken stupor. The once magnetic eyes have no passion and are circled in dark racoon-like patterns of exhaustion, her position is weak, and most importantly, quite unlike the original, the photo is black and white... but it's fuzzy, the lens is dirty, smoky almost... let's just say there's a lot of grey matter.
...what a let down.
For a second I thought I knew what beauty was.
The photo was of this incredibly gorgeous person, stunningly gorgeous (eurogorgeous), sitting against a leather chair in a car, smiling slightly, eyes in a crescent, and they were smoking a cigarette. The lighting was superb, the photo had incredible color, making it look whimsical and brilliant, but down to earth.
So anyway, I looked at the photographers work again, and came upon a photo of that same person, and to my dismay, the subject/photo/photographer I used to dote on aren't at all what I thought they were.
The semi-smile is just the smirk of an underaged drunken stupor. The once magnetic eyes have no passion and are circled in dark racoon-like patterns of exhaustion, her position is weak, and most importantly, quite unlike the original, the photo is black and white... but it's fuzzy, the lens is dirty, smoky almost... let's just say there's a lot of grey matter.
...what a let down.
For a second I thought I knew what beauty was.