The day I was born I can promise you I was wearing no make up, my hair was a mess (yes I had hair when I was born) and to almost anyone I would have looked a mess. Yet I was perfect. I was perfect to my mother who had waited all those months to see me, and to the rest of my family and all there friends.
So if this is true, and I looked so perfect without making the effort to style my hair or put my make up on, then why is it not the same today, eighteen years later?
My new project is going to be a series of portraits of me and my friends and other people I know expressing how they feel about modern culture trying to make us 'perfect' by hid