Y'know, people say beauty is fleeting and time takes it away from you, it's nothing to dwell on. But if you are beautiful for thirty to forty years of your life, people adore you, life is easier, crowds move over for you, then that kind of confidence stays with you for ever. When you meet an old lady with that quiet confidence, you know she must have been good looking a decade or two back. Yet the whole damn thing is so transient and subjective, guided by commercial motives and ever-changing guidelines. Beauty, that is.