In Spanish, bella means beautiful, and fea means ugly. The portmanteau Bellafea is an oxymoron then. Or is it? Perhaps it’s just a state of being, a statement of truth that avoids distinctions like black or white, off or on, right or wrong. If purity exists, it’s certainly got safer homes than beautiful or ugly. And is it possible to appreciate one—or maybe even to have one—without the other? Maybe Bellafea is vindication, not contradiction.