ruthwilson:

Eva Green Photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth for Madame Figaro, 2012

On the Topic of Beauty…

Artifice, more often than not, is treated as though it is a mask, a cover for one’s perceived shortcomings. For me, it is an act of expression and creativity, and is an art that is not easily acquired nor easily taken away.

So, forgive me for wanting to create a different look than my natural one by powdering up my face, donning my red lipstick, extending my eyeliner past the natural corners of my eyes, and wearing heels near-constantly. Forgive me for never receiving the memo that I’m constantly expected to look like I just woke up, or that I simply don’t give a damn about how I look. Forgive me for being vain and selfish, but I suppose that’s the wicked way of the world, and there’s really nothing that one can do about that.

Ah, and then comes the anti-feminism argument… I’ve always found this quite funny, as the comments that I receive regarding me being so ‘obviously an anti-feminist’ are typically from females who act quite contradictory to what they claim to be advocating for, which is, essentially, the celebration of women, if not people as a whole. How, exactly, am I anti-feminist because I embrace what I enjoy doing? Please, someone — anyone — give me the answer, because I certainly can’t think of one. Perhaps it’s all that makeup going to my head…

Simply put, I adore artificial beauty. I adore the sense of glamour that one receives from it. To me, there is nothing ‘glamorous’ about overly-tanned, beach-blonde bikini babes. That’s too common for my taste, and I’ve never exactly enjoyed being ‘common’. Put it this way — if I’m the one who’s actually so deeply concerned with makeup instead of tanning oil, corsets instead of polka dot bikinis, and heels instead of flip-flops… I’ve got something to capitalize on. I hate saying it, but I’m different.

I just want to keep an art form alive. After all, how boring would the world be if we kept everything politically correct?

cumbershy:

okaysional:

PLEASE

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SWEAR WORDS IN THE WORLD FOR THIS SITUATION. NOT ENOUGH. NOT EVEN IF I MADE THEM UP. NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH. 

ciaratheunicorn:

Unimpressed Deacy