Taken back when I used to only use vintage manual focus lenses. I’d find a spot, focus on the floor at the place where I wanted someone to walk and wait until I got bored 😅 usually holding an umbrella, it was a bit of a nightmare but kind of fun. Some vintage lenses are way sharper than the modern equivalent and a fraction of the price 🤷🏻♂️
I guess the face is really like a mask. You never know what goes on behind and it can either hide or show the feelings and struggles going on. You can change how it looks from one day or another, happiness and sadness at the blink of an eye.
I believe not many people know each others ‘real’ face as it also works like a protective barrier to survive.