Like mothers, like daughters: beauty is a thread between generations
As time passes, comes the point when we rediscover our image in the gaze of a lover and then, perhaps, in the astonished eyes of a little one when it is our turn to become a mother. Unconsciously, we mimic the gesture our mother had to spread a lock of hair or spray perfume on her wrists. We did not escape the transmission, the habitus of which spoke the sociologist Pierre Bourdieu. The identity has profoundly rooted, the beauty is perpetuated and it is much more than just the choice of a shade of nail polish or the make-up of our eyes. It's a question of attitude, a way of being in the world. “Mom, I have your cheekbones, your mole on the nose, but also – depending on the story – your humor, your courage, your modesty or your rebellious spirit.”