There is a gal who works a half a block away from me who looks like she stepped out of a Rossetti painting. Every now and then when I'm leaving for lunch or home at the end of the day, I'll catch a glimpse of her walking to her car. Simply stunning.
My late wife had that kind of beauty especially her eyes and hair. I adored her for many reasons. You could not take a bad picture of her. I, on the other hand, either looked demented or like a gargoyle in most pictures.