I love every face I’ve ever seen. Truly I do. Beautiful ones — the work of genetics. Old ones — the results of a life of experience. Scared ones — testaments to survival. You get the idea. We all bring something to the table when others can see your face.
The size of a person’s smile has nothing to do with the ease of their life, or the comfort of their life. People with the greatest of burdens can still light up the world with a smile when they choose.
But of course the trick is “when they choose” — and sometimes getting a model to smile can be the work of hours. Not a hokey put on smile. But one that comes from the depths of their soul and embraces the entire room.