I don't know about you, but I spend a relatively lengthy period of time each day staring, dead eyed, at my own reflection in the mirror.

There are several reasons for my doing, which I will not innumerate here, but the consequence is that I, rather like a writer who has been staring so long at the word 'multiple' that they can no longer work out if it's a real word or not, can no longer see the wood from the trees when it comes to my own face.

Indeed, it's only when I see myself in photographs that I get a real sense of my visage in its true form.

If you were ask me to come up with an adjective to describe my face at 7am it would probably be 'haggard'. I've just woken up, broken and exhausted, and my eyes are most likely half shut.

Ask me to describe my face at 7pm, and the chances are 'haggard' will probably come up once more. I've just got off the tube and staggered home, another day in the can, ready for the blissful oblivion of sleep. Sleep, that brother of nothingness, that paragon of peace.

Well, as part of her project 'Au Coin de ma Rue', Barbara Iweins has been taking photos of people at 7am and 7pm to discover the differences between the two. Here are the results.

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Frankly, these people all look great at both morning and evening. I wish I looked so bright eyed and bushy tailed when I got off the tube.

These photos show how much your face changes from 7am to 7pm