When I look at women, I’m not looking for flawlessness. I’m searching for evidence of a life that’s been thoroughly, outrageously, intensely lived. I’m looking for something in the eyes that no cosmetic can replicate or accentuate. I’m seeking to meet the gaze that is no longer averted, vacant, vapid, frightened, anxious, hiding or guarded–-but wide open, knowing, experienced, wise, undaunted.