You can domesticate your body, but you can’t domesticate your face – even by having a lift or having your nose bobbed. A face bears the reflection of our nature, which in the beginning is veiled by the attractiveness of youth. But as soon as youth begins to go, everything written on the face starts to come to the surface, and pretty soon it’s engraved there. No landscape can equal a human face that’s been molded by its own owner.
