She’s got the look

While sitting in a cafe in Abingdon today I saw a woman go past. She had a deep, unhealthy tan (skin like parchment, I guarantee it, ten years max) and cheekbones that shone and protruded. The auburn, waxy, slightly pockmarked texture of her face reminded me of an Arcimboldo fruit-face, only redone entirely using slabs and offcuts of liver. It probably wasn’t the look she was going for.

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