ode to lara stone
there’s the kind of beauty that stops you in your tracks and hits you square in the jaw like a sucker punch you weren’t expecting. the beauty queen, the captain of the cheerleader squad, the pinup girl - the women who’s beauty is expected and palpable to any observer.
i’ve always been attracted to beauty that was inconspicuous, hidden, and concealed. the gawkish nerdy girl sheepishly hiding behind a pair of glasses wearing clothes a couple of sizes too big for her delicate frame. the moth that had no idea she was actually a butterfly.
lara stone’s beauty is unorthodox in the same way that brigitte bardot’s beauty was different from marilyn monroe’s and sophia loren’s. bardot’s was a sophisticated and far less accessible kind of beauty that appealed to a more refined palate. it’s for that reason, and the startling physical likeness that she bears to brigitte, that to me, lara stone is one of the most beautiful women in the world :)