I decided on my trip to the National Museet here in lovely, yet somewhat cold Stockholm that I was going to look for faces I liked. Faces that caught my eye, faces that were handsome, faces that weren’t handsome, faces in general.

Why? Because I thought it would be fun and I came up on the idea when I saw this face:

Is it a Picasso face, or a Modigliani face? I don’t know, but it caught my eye.

Then, we got this one, the conceited looking face, looking down its Swedish nose on us:

I loved the conceit and contempt on the face of the person in the painting, likely some ancient Swedish nobleman, having no idea he is being slightly ridiculed by a girl on something called “the internet.”

And then we have this one:

This is:
a. a man
b. a woman

If you guessed man, you’d have been wrong. This has to be one of the ugliest women I have ever seen in my life. Well, OK, its just a painting, but it reminds me of the ladies Blackadder is shown to choose for marriage. At least this one, her mustache wasn’t as prominent.

I’m being mean. Actually, this was a Swedish queen who acted as both a man and a woman. In those days, probably really acceptable. These days, she’d be in therapy. Or on Oprah.

Well, moving on to better looking faces:

Sometimes you look at a face and think “uh, that just has that perfect, effortless handsome-ness about it.” This is where my mind went when I saw this face.

And to close it out, a face that reminded me that I am really homesick and being taken back to receiving mail from the old alma mater, in good times and in bad:

Good olde GW painted by a Swede. A globalized world indeed.