I've always loved the beauty of Rudolph Nureyev and Mikhail Baryshnikov, those Russian ballet dancers capable of unimaginable feats of grace, strength, and control. Their hooded eyes and taunt skin, stretched tightly over cheekbones and muscle, added to their bodies beauty and prowess, n'est pas?
Here's a drawing of Nureyev in the latter part of his life. Still possessing those haunting eyes and bones of cheek.
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