With lips and cheekbones which could heal the sick, we were sure that he probably led a charmed life, as all people with museum-quality bone structure do. What we learned was that his name was Brian Bianchini, and on March 16, 2004, he died by his own hand.
He was still four months shy of his 24th birthday.
Despite being worldly-wise and sophisticated, we sometimes have the naive, silly notion that Life Is Perfect If You're Beautiful. So we found it shocking and sobering and incredibly sad that such a young man of such remarkable beauty could possibly find life so painful and meaningless that death seemed the only option.
We have no answers or pearls of wisdom; here at SSUWAT, we unabashedly celebrate the superficial. Glamour, beauty, artifice, and style over substance quite often help us make it through the day, and soften the ragged edges of real life. For us, that's enough. For Brian, and for many others, nothing could fill the void or ease the pain. So, for a moment, we will be completely serious: if you find yourself feeling that life is hopeless, please don't be afraid to seek help. Find and appreciate the beauty in life, and yourself.
R.I.P., Brian Bianchini. We hope that you've found the happiness which eluded you in life.
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