I. Large dry hair surrounded a small head, filling in it's volume. From within the dry golden mop, not unlike straw, badly painted red lips failed at distracting the eye from a large black mole on the cheek. Sweat beaded the waxy forehead and the thick makeup resulted in a melted look. Dark, near black eyes peaked out at nothing, hiding.
II. He had a large round head. The wiry thick hair was cut short, and was a thorough gray. Instead of hinting at age, it hinted somehow at wisdom. Kind blue eyes, slightly magnified behind thick glasses, gazed searching, without prying. A kindly smile, gentle, rested with deep wrinkles that assured the expression was common.
III. He had a long, angular face, that swept inward to a hawkish nose. The white hair was pulled back from his forehead, sweeping in a wave. His beard, white also, was closely and cleaning cropped. His eyes, hidden in the deep shadows of pronounced eyebrows appeared solemn, sober, though not so sane. (of Ezra Pound's portrait)