Why no faces?
In the beginning I was asked this a lot.
Now that there are more than a hundred faceless girls posted across my Instagram and website it’s just assumed faceless is my jam for reasons unknown.
Faces force an assumption on you.
I remember the first time I lived on my own. I was 20 years old.
I would call home and have these great conversations with my mom. Very positive, mutually supportive.
And then I’d go home to visit and couldn’t stand talking to her in person.
“I think I should go in the other room and just call you on the phone,” I’d tell her, not joking.
She was hurt and couldn’t understand why I was so bothered talking in person.
It was the expressions on her face. She couldn’t control them, they didn’t match up to the words coming out of her mouth. The movements of her hands as she spoke. Her tone of voice.
They were all conflicted.
So what can I believe — what I see or what I’m told?
Faces lie.
My faceless girls offer you real honesty.
I want you to feel their emotions deeply in a personal way.
I’m not here to tell you your truth.
Let yourself explore.
