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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
On the plane back from Miami yesterday I was sitting next to a woman who’d had so many plastic surgery sessions, I could literally see the line where her normal tissue ended and her collagen injections began.
“How old are you,” she asked. “19?”
“I’m nearly 30” I replied (side note: OH MY GOD I AM ALMOST THIRTY)
“You aren’t. Or if you are, you’ve already had some work done, I see.”
“Um… no, I mean I wash my face?”
“That’s remarkable. How do you wash it? With what? Where are your parents from? Are you part Asian? Tell me exactly when you started moisturizing your face. What do you use for your under-eye treatment?” As her questions continued, her face began to change. Right in front of my eyes she switched from Bruce Jenner’s long-lost sister to Gollum.
I could tell by the look in her eye that had we not been surrounded by other passengers, she would have cut my skin from my face and worn it as her never ending youth mask.