The mysterious woman / Painting the face
Average faces in different countries , CC 2.0 I often see people staring blankly 'in' the face of a beautiful person... They aren't 'leching'. They aren't even conscientious of their act. It is as if they are not there. Their vacant gaze seem to come from the wall behind, as if they have merged in the background and they are nothing but a pair of eyes, the only connection between here and a world inside their heads. uncanny. Why does a person fly away momentarily out of the real world when their gaze land on the face of a beautiful person? It is as if their gaze is always in search of a portal to their inner world. And it gets unlocked only by the sight of a beautiful face. Why else does one compulsively checkout faces of others in a crowded subway? We are forever in search of the key to our flight. The conventional wisdom is, Conventional beauty = aggregate of different visages . An average face in the sea of variety. A plateau in the h...