My unibrow adds a certain old world Parisian zest to my overall appearance,
a robust stateliness that no one hesitates to put his or her trust into.
It’s like encountering a Spaniard under a waterfall at midnight.
It’s like I have a sophisticated accent but I don’t.
My unibrow is a passionate brushstroke on the piece of art that is my face.
It is a weapon I use in the everyday war of fashion and handsomeness.
I use it to communicate with Andrea Boccelli and Frida Kahlo.