Nosepin, 19 September 2014

It used to shine in the gleaming rays of the Manchester sun. Such a misnomer, because it pours down in Manchester. All the time. But the beauty of pin on nose never goes out of style. Much loved when they come in different shapes and sizes, even more so when the nose belongs to an ethereal face. A face on which one sees an effortless intertwining of metallic lustre with flawless texture. One where the nosepin doesn’t seem to protrude but flows along the contours of skin like your finger on a soft Ferrari. Sculpted by the Lord himself, the face in context never ceases to amaze passers by, especially when the pin becomes a ring, the eyes are jet black and the hair in a side pony with lips slightly ajar. Sometimes, there is a purple speck on her nose instead of traditional silver and I think to myself “How many twinkles should I count in this face full of starry eyed surprises?”