You wear your life on your face

Have you ever really looked at a person?

There are secrets hidden in the lines on their skin, there are mysteries hiding in their eyes, there are stories lingering on their lips, there are tears dried on the contours of their cheeks.

Our eyes have been trained to see what is directly in front of us and we have lost the sight that showed us the beauty of the things not traditionally beautiful. Beauty is not only found in the face of a woman with high cheekbones and voluptuous lips, but also in the face of the man with leathery skin and sad eyes.

You might not know the secrets that are hidden, the mysteries that are concealed, the stories that linger, or why there were tears – but do not doubt that they are there. A person’s life, their story, is in their face; it takes a moment to recognize that but even a lifetime is insufficient to know that story.

Perhaps we are all really just waiting for someone else to see that, to see us.

Have you ever really looked at a person?

Carisa Saul : Project Exposure Q&A

1.How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Sweet 16!! ... I would love to be young&innocent all over again.


2.If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
This ones easy! It would definitely be along the lines of designing (interior deco or a designer)

3.If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
Do what u LOVE,and do it to the BEST of your ability!

4.What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
The thing I notice about me.. As that I don't learn through Trial&Error.unless like most people,I choose not to make MY OWN mistakes but rather learn from mistakes that others make.. I'm not saying I'm Perfect, but I try very hard to perfect my ways.

5.What are you most grateful for?
Family!-nothing comes close

6.Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
I wouldn't .. Would not change a single thing about me!I'm as REAL as they come.

7.What do you do in life?
I'm studying at VC bcom management and I run my own beauty salon.

8.What did you enjoy most about your Top 10 shoot?
I enjoyed working with Lee.amazing person and he makes u feel comfortable in every frame shot!

9.Which is your favourite part of the winning prize?
Everything!love it all!

10.Why should you win Project Exposure?
I should win project exposure reason being -not only do I have the looks but I am a young independent,driven woman!and I have so much to offer


Please note: All answers were copy pasted from direct messages sent to each candidate via facebook.

An Open Letter

Hello, Random Person:


I know you can see my eyes wandering from the dirty street floor up to your face. Or maybe it’s your hair, or the line of your nose. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



As I go through life, I’m constantly snapping pictures with my mind. Studying the light as it hits random people’s faces. That’s my life… to see… to see the world around me and find the little hints of beauty, or maybe I’m looking for the ugly in all that beauty. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



Oops. Our eyes met again, I’ll quickly turn my head away and pretend I’m looking at the poster of… Oh shit, that’s an advertisement for Viagra. I don’t need that, I’ll quickly turn my head away. For a moment, I stare at someone or something else. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



It’s not you, it’s me. You think I’m staring at you, but I’m not, I promise… I’m just looking at the light, or maybe it’s your skin, or maybe it’s the cool clothes you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way your jeans fit you… Ok, I guess I am staring at you. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



I’m walking up the stairs. You seem to be taking the same turns as me. As I turn the corner, I catch a glimpse of the way you walk. You have this sense of grace, almost like you’re floating. I think you notice me looking, again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



Later that day, I’m walking down the street and happen to run into you again. I notice your outfit changed a bit. Your blouse is flowing in the wind, what beautiful movement. Your hair… Yes, your hair too it looks fuller – it’s not as wet like this morning – the wind gives it this beautiful flowy look. I look the other way as we pass. I think you noticed that I was looking at you again. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. I stare at people.



I get home finally. I remember the things I saw today, and yesterday, and the day before. The flow of your dress. The attitude I sensed. The way you sat. The way you held on to the hand rail as you walked up the slippery stairs. Your hair flowing in the wind, your hair style – I love it.



I promise, I do it to everyone, everything. The Girls. The Guys. The Statues. The Buildings. The Taxis. The Cars. The Ocean. The Sky. The Light. The Dark.



You’re beautiful. You’re Ugly. Your style inspires me. Your style? What style? Your eyes freak me out. They’re glaring at me. I’m really not staring at you. You have this attitude that inspires me. Yes, I’m looking at you, but I promise I’m really not looking at you.



I can’t help it, I’m a photographer.



Sincerely,
Lee Folkard