Trippy Trio of Women
For men, the attention of women is a strange and mysterious thing. When we don’t have it, we’re miserable. When we have it, we can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I think a few men understand that women can see right through us. And those who don’t understand it, sense the fact on some deep and undeniable level of truth. There’s something about the image above that seems to evoke both the wonder and the distress of female scrutiny. The colors are intense, the lines a bit too finely etched. I am compelled by them (their eyes, especially) and some of my usual self-assurance drains away like water. I think they call that love — 