What exactly defines beauty? Is it that perfect nose, spread apart eyes, and defined jaw line? Is it that stellar personality and enchanting smile? Or is it the girl wearing Prada's latest runway looks with her confidence levels increasing by the mili second?
Has our world suddenly lost touch with reality? Have we all become the hopelessly desperate seeker for the lacking attention we get like Fitzgerald's character Daisy in his novel The Great Gatsby? For those of you who have failed to read the famous novel portraying life in the "roaring 20's", I believe it is time to delve into the pages of this eye opening idea of the loss of the American dream and distortion of what's real and what is not. The novel's message has had me thinking for days now about how our world has not in the slightest way changed from over fifty year ago. Beauty and wealth is this altered image that had been photoshopped time and time again, and manages to trick people with its alter ego. The media has created this concept of perfection that is frankly unachievable, and it has manipulated our minds to thinking that it is in fact possible. However, all it so happens to be is a marketing scheme. So my question is, what is real beauty? When the definition was first created, what was the person thinking about?
Humanity currently is lost. Or has it always been? It's trying to find its way home but it can't seem to figure out where it is going nor where home is located. Humanity is wandering, and this is exactly what the pictures from my photo shoot a few months ago are depicting. Although it is a part 2 to "Ella's Journey", there's a new spin on it. I guess that's just what time does, it changes views and brings out new discoveries:
Wearing: vintage electric blue blouse & wool dress from Urban Outfitters