Most people are clever and slather their faces with glitter and gloss when they’re a tween – so they get over the Mimi look without too much photographic evidence
and develop the dexterity of a neurosurgeon by the time they hit big wide world.
At the very best I can usually avoid poking an eye out with a misguided mascara wand and be satisfied with clumpy lashes. Then in an attempt to feel like a 1950’s film star, I liberally powder my nose…and end up looking like I’m in cardiogenic shock. Plait my hair and Wednesday Addams would be my home girl.
Perfect for Halloween.
But that won’t slice the cheese Mister. Not after stumbling across this series of hauntingly beautiful "landscapes":