No best dressed, no best makeup. Only the poetry of art that meets at the Royal Albert Hall in London to celebrate the world of cinema and recognize those who have done a special job.
We are tired of talking about the perfect dress, the perfect makeup, the perfect gaze: you’ve got dresses. You’ve got makeup looks. And it’s their flaws that make them unique. And then you’ve got the gazes, the chemistry, the smiles.
And then you’ve got them, the most beautiful: the imperfect photos.
