We love 25-year-old Dutch supermodel Doutzen Kroes . So much so we struggle to convey it with words, so instead we’ll post an extract from TS Eliot’s poem The Wasteland which accurately conveys the sense of loss we feel at never having been able to smell her hair.
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only There is shadow under this red rock, 25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”