Women of
the World

A flag is a piece of cloth. A border is a line someone agreed to. Neither made the woman who tends the cradle and the grave, who keeps the old stories and begins the new ones. Each face is built in a paper-inspired style — faceted, fragile, exact, catching the light from every angle. Difference is real. It is also beautiful. But fold it back, layer by layer, and what stands is not a nationality. It is her.