Aneta Bartos



Where would we be without our ingĂ©nues? Our Amelies and Mary Pickfords, and of course the tragic ones like Cosette from Les MisĂ©rables? Everyone’s heart goes out to the lonely, the sad, the existentially concussed young woman. Throughout art history there are legions of moping naifs within a hair’s breadth of O.D.-ing on one of life’s bitter pills. And there they are, frozen in time, and we, completely ignorant of the fact that a but moment before and a moment after, they were spouting inanities like, “If I have to like, clean my room, I’m going to just totally die!”

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