fresh off of a new pair of Campbell's high browsing through the Nordstrom at the Grove with Nash- the Mac counter glitters with holiday collection from the distance. The same dismal reds, bright shiny apples await their next kiss of death... I sit somewhat amused as Margaret attempts to try a brand not sold at Barneys for once, as a sheer pink lip gloss is her first dip into the Mac make up pool. Kicking my feet and my new kicks- I see the blood crimson staring me dead in my blackened kohl eyes...
If I'm going to practice what I preach with telling my clients to BE BOLD. TRY A NEW LOOK. CHANGE IT UP, why not put my money where my mouth is and try a bold new shade? The deepest crimson.... if Aubergine and Burgundy had a lipstick baby... it would be called WHAT JOY! Satin by Mac. The whitest shade of Blonde and the Darkest shade of red felt suddenly dark, dark, dark in my dark of hearts- and so so good.... When in a rush waking up in a tangle of my hair- facing the closet of perfectly laden Black that engulfs my wardrobe that is my skin... the blood red swipe across my lips thrown on with my huge Ray Ban aviators just instantly gives a posh bullshit "I've got my shit together" look... when underneath is yesterdays face- and no one dares to question with a lip color like this that you have ever just rolled out of bed my little sleepy heads... give them the ultimate rip lip curl with a shade that is shocking to even your own self in the mirror... and we just may be starting to fuck with some brilliance here... give it a try my little monsters... it won't bite. xx
*bella*
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