I’m not sure I really know what perfect means. I like things to be a little bruised. A little battered. A little used. I can give or take pristine and clean. Though I do appreciate minimalism. As long as it’s liveable. Comfortable. Perfection is making no sense at all. Perfection is beauty over reason. Perfection is value in things I see, real or imagined. Just like…
The uneven crannies and nooks of Michael Fassbender‘s jaw.
The trend–defying colours at Dinosaur Designs.
The irregular shapes of these Kerrie Yeung rings.
This surprisingly beautiful photo of a TopShop dress via Helen Glory.
Not knowing what this is, but loving the colour and texture.
Not loving birds, but adoring this piece by John Dilnot.
A relatable Tolkien quote rendered.
Letters that not only written, but cut from the paper.
A seal painted on your face.
A cake decorated with summer fruits and cut flowers.
What’s your definition?
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