There is something etheric in what the layer we put between our skin and the outside world signifies. You can describe it as cultural, as vanity, as status, as functionality, as art, but something describes it better. That it’s human. Of course that when you try to define that you might be led even more astray. And perhaps words aren’t the best tools to approach such a definition. Perhaps the means of finding it lie elsewhere. And perhaps it’s a matter of intuition if we can get closer to that elusive definition.