Winged Victory of Samothrace

You walked into the room, wind in your (marble) robes, wings fully out, headless and completely unbothered about it — because who needs a face when you have that much drama in the fabric. You are an entrance, a gust, a standing ovation with no one to bow to. You don't do 'chill'; you do 'triumphant arrival at the top of a very dramatic staircase.'