Behold the global covers of Vogue Magazine for 2010 digitally spliced over each other. It seems to me that the collective image of beauty is somewhat spectacularly spooky and oddly enigmatic.
Just a girl finding inspiration in city living, in the genius that is Margaret Atwood, in the scarlet translucence of a glass of red wine, in a chiffon vintage dress that fits perfectly, in an imagined life as a Parisian Beatnik poet that buys fresh baguettes from the corner cafe and finally in love.