Before moving to Paris, I prided myself on never wearing any makeup except around my eyes… which are smoked and shadowed in every shade of dark… I never picked up a lipstick except for a school play in the third grade.
But spending days working at Cafés with god knows how many hot chocolates led to a lot of people watching… I became somewhat fascinated by the styling and beauty tricks of Parisian girls. And that’s how I began to appreciate the effortless sex appeal and chic of a scarlet lip and a bare face.
Hair tousled around one shoulder, messy yet shining, with nothing on the eyes (or so it appears) and a bold red lip paints the image of a girl who just slipped out of bed, ruffed her hair up, grabbed the Chanel rouge by her sink, swiped it on her lip and raced down to meet her friends at a café…. Beauty and style is all about fantasy after all.