I adore the designs of
Zaha Hadid.
She of Iraqi birth.
I worship the designs of
Philippe Starck.
He of French origin.
I enjoy the designs of
Tom Ford.
The American.
How, out of such conflict of nationality, can such beauty erupt? I understand that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Am I myopic? Am I in turmoil? Am I the design whore?
Behold. Me!
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