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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