“i think people make their own faces, as they grow.” // e. blyton
i don’t try and seek out my reflection – truth be told, i sometimes shrink away from it.
it’s just always there. i catch myself in shop windows, in the mirror of our hallway mantle, and in the door of my fridge; a gentle reminder that perhaps i should forget about the ice cream that resides inside of it.
removed from vanity, i think looking at yourself is a somewhat inherent habit. i think it comes down to curiosity – one that comes in the shape of a body – in the way our noses scrunch, our smiles are crooked and our eyes are uneven. it’s an experience that travels in tandem with living a life – figuring out who we are, and what that might look like to others.
if we weren’t such nerds about the human condition, why would we keep surrounding ourselves with things that remind us of what we look like – we’re not that self-absorbed, are we?
➝ source : more pig snout than person, APR design studio oink piggy bank via gessato
➝ source : black skull votive via the minimalist
➝ source : small big/mouth plate via bailey doesn’t bark