utEach day of this presidency can feel like an assault, and now there’s a picture that succinctly expresses that feeling. Those highly embellished images of Trump’s cadre of women often convey a sense of unease, a feeling of something unpleasant being suppressed, beaten back by all the glamour. Holderness’s photo suggests the reason for our discomfort: Lurking beneath all the luster of those women, and by extension, beneath all the luster of Trump’s entire gaudy world, has always been an ugly wound, the imprint of a violent and careless fist. It hurts to look at Colbie Holderness’s face, but look we must. Her face is our face.