ver the past few years, what cultural commentator Jia Tolentino described as “a single, cyborgian face” has popped up on our phones, in restaurants and in the boardroom. It’s a preternaturally young face, with toddler-plump cheeks and inflated lips paired, inevitably, with a glass-smooth forehead. The aesthetic leans eerily towards generic sameness, which is hardly surprising given 15 years ago, filler was deemed an in-and-out lunchtime procedure akin to the efficiency of a McDonald’s drive-through. It was catnip for anyone over 25 desperate to
