When I sink my teeth into the concept of beauty
I’m always left to wonder whether the taste of it
Is as subjective as carrots or sprouts
To a seven year old
Or whether the palate needs to be trained
To recognise the finer overtones and underlines
That I see now
In you
Text: © J. L. Nash, 2011
Images: © Predrag Pajdic with Nathan Hanford, London July 2011, Featuring hand crocheted fox mask by Huckleberry Delsignore
