What is it with a face that attracts me to it? Not the one that went through the fairy fingers of a make-up artist, for that is a face delicately made to sell an image.

What I mean are faces in the streets that I see everyday. The plain and unrehearsed -the plump and the skinny, the one with shifty eyes, the one with hundred yards stare, the stern and the tease, the bashful and the bold, the frank and the furtive, the fragile and the firm, the tense, the calm. Each one a narrative waiting to happen.

You can’t help try reading them sometimes. One click at a time.