THE CATCH UP #3

Hello, Real Face. How Are You?

Sweater, Jenni Kayne. Tank top, Zara. Necklace, Monica Vinader. Don’t look for my ‘real face’ (lol) in this photo, it’s static and with great lighting—check out the last lives!

2025: A FACE ODYSSEY
Hello, Real Face. How Are You?

I hadn’t done any Botox for months and months, and my “real face” was starting to show up.

In a way, it’s a bit like going up to the attic where the portrait of Dorian Gray really lives. Suddenly, I discovered my forehead is actually extremely mobile, that I’m not “naturally immune” to frown lines, and—wait, what? Holy shit! I’m getting older.

I liked seeing the real me. It felt, in a strange way, like everything was in harmony—the inside and the outside. As if the woman I’ve become is gently reflected back on me.

There’s a soft kind of surrender that happens when we allow ourselves to age, and I have to admit—it comes with a deep sense of contentment.

“Yes, but to hell with the wisdom—I choose my vanity,” I thought, as I showed my frown lines to my new, very good doctor. (Let me test her, and if I like her work, I’ll definitely recommend!)