Face off

Twenty years ago, give or take, I was watching a man’s bruised face while riding the Tube to Richmond from Covent Gardens and it struck me how much we interpret people’s motives, temperaments, life histories, intelligence levels and artistry by their faces.

How jarring and, potentially, lonely it could be if born inside a face you never felt was authentically yours?

So here is my challenge – to myself and to the world.

Try to spend a day inside the face of the next person we gaze upon.

It may just change the way we jump to conclusions about perfect strangers.


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