đź’„PRETTY BOY PUNK
He wears blue like a bruise,
lilac like a secret—
softness painted
where rebellion should be.
Taupe. Olive. Chocolate.
Muddy little storms
smoked across his eyes,
never meant to behave.
Then black—
dragged beneath the lashes,
smeared by fingertips,
left dirty, left broken,
left beautiful.
Because perfection
was never the point.
Orange burns across his lips,
yellow crashes through,
a little sunshine
with nowhere to behave.
Pretty,
but never precious.
Delicate,
but never tame.
He is pastel with a punch,
beauty with a bruise,
a flower wearing combat boots.
The face says pretty boy.
The eyes say punk.
And somewhere between
soft and savage,
polished and undone,
he makes a mess of beauty—
and makes it COOL.
#COOLBeauty #CoolisinSession
Photography: Claude Villahermosa
Make Up:Myckee Arcano
Stylist: Edrick Paz
Makeup Associate: Jam Jacobe
Model: Elijah of Muse Manila