Lara Stone is My Drug

Lara Stone’s face does something I can’t fully name. That gap in her teeth, the shape of her mouth, the way her eyes sit—it all just works. I know I’m not alone in this. Playboy made sure of that. But looking at her still feels private somehow, which is the real trick with beauty like that. It manages to feel personal even though it’s everywhere. I’ve definitely spent more hours with her photographs than I probably should.