That was' one time when my technique absolutely deserted me, I must admit. There was a wax face that he had created himself to cover his own ugliness. I was in his clutches and I had to hit him in the face.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I did a film a long time ago with a shaved head and I had the ugliest looking head in the world.
When I was doing 'Smile,' I was looking back at pictures of myself and going, 'Thank goodness I couldn't do the sprayed-bangs thing! Everybody's so embarrassed by that hairstyle now, but I was never cool enough to pull it off!'
This man, although he appeared so humble and embarrassed in his air and manners, and passed so unheeded, had inspired me with such a feeling of horror by the unearthly paleness of his countenance, from which I could not avert my eyes, that I was unable longer to endure it.
When I wasn't as attractive as I am now, I suffered at the hands of cruel children and their taunts until I realised that confidence and a bit of aesthetic care can overcome that.
When I first had my eyebrows waxed, I was pretty disturbed.
I remember taking my makeup off at a Saint Laurent shoot, and I was dragging it across my eye. The makeup artist was like, 'Don't do that to your skin! Don't pull it like that!' And I'm like, 'Really?'
I'm trying to keep the face of my opponent more or less not damaged but eventually to execute the plan and knock him out.
The job of art is to chase ugliness away.
He drove his kind of realism at me so hard I bounced right into nonobjective painting.
So I'm ugly. So what? I never saw anyone hit with his face.