Me with the fakest Picasso drawing my parents could find.
A few weeks ago I found myself at lunch with my grandma, an opinionated woman, whom I often find difficult to talk to. But, I had to make the best of the situation, so I basically told her all about my friends' love lives, and made everything seem extremely classy. She, however, saw right through my gossip, and told me that I can't find love because I come off as too serious and pensive. This led me to wonder: can a thinking woman be beautiful?
I've always thought so. In fact I find intelligence to be a key sign of beauty, but then what did my grandma mean? I assume she meant that I seem unapproachable when I'm thinking, and that my untouchable aura, doesn't come off like that of a sexy French woman reading at a café, but instead like Albert Einstein trying to solve a physics problem.
Confused and unsure, I spent my Sunday with Picasso. So, I wore a turtleneck sweater to give off lost poet vibes, and a ripped denim skirt that makes me look like I was beat up by Regina George on my way home from school. The boots, are a war time staple for any British spy, who is the ultimate thinking woman.