I love looking at people in profile. It’s gratifying to stare, whenever I can, to follow the lines of noses, the expanses of cheeks, the concavities beneath eyes, the pudginess to the sides of a person’s lips. As a woman, I love looking at the cruder planes and hollows of men’s faces. I automatically, unfairly, distrust people with small noses. When I draw people in profile, it’s like sitting down to a favorite meal: there are the parts I savor—the undercarriages of noses, upper lips, and lower lids—and the parts I salt—foreheads, necks, ears.
Conceptual arts of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.
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