On My Face
This site is often flooded by images of myself and so it should make sense that a load of you would e-mail in to ask about my make-up routine or lack thereof and while remarks like “Man Repeller has got great style but she looks like a puggle with down syndrome” are often thrown at me, I figured the select rest of you that don’t equate my face with a bag of dying babies–Lena Dunham, if you’re reading, I think we should have brunch, please bring Hannah–might actually want to know what I do to my face.
You know, I take that back, even if you do agree with the latter sentiment, it should be important you know what I do just so, you know, you don’t do it. Figure this a cautionary tale brought to you by the internet. The below collage bares no particular order but here you have it: if I were being sent off to a stranded island or say, France, where American products are a rarity, I’d only have to bring five things.
…I leave out the Dior nail polish and YSL lip stain because, well, bonjour. I won’t lie, my bronzer brush isn’t a $70 La Mer product, it’s actually $3.99 from CVS but is chunky and cool and soft and I love her. Nars Casino under Nars Desire gives me perpetual sun glow that is sometimes mistaken for a spray tan at which point I set the record straight and retell of my lineage: mother from Iran, father from Turkey. It would be unusual if my skin didn’t do weird shit with just a dab of some powder. Lancome Oscillation Intensity Vibrating Infinite Power Mascara is awesome because it is wordy like me, and offers the illusion of fake lashes but never begs I actually use them.
Dior skin sculpt concealer hides the genetic bags under my eyes when I just don’t feel like exploiting my heirlooms. The YSL lip stain was actually a gift from Emily of Into the Gloss. I told her I don’t often wear red lipstick and that one year during fashion week I did with a fairly high top knot. People called me Front Row Frieda for a few tweets, it was awesome. Somehow, it just doesn’t compliment my face that well though. Emily said she had just the cure and so I patted on this lip stain per her recommendation and it worked. Worked, I tell ya. I looked cool.
Finally, nude nail polish because with all the color our wardrobes are seeing, I’ve had a hard time doing very much at all to both my northern and southern nail beds. Guess that’s not necessarily ‘On My Face’ but you know, it could be. Hey, speaking of which, a year’s worth of free manicures waits for your ass right here.
For a more extensive retelling of this, Into the Gloss did profile my top shelf last year around this time, have a peek should you feel so inclined, or do the macarena because it’s fun and we are the purveyors of fun.