Posts Tagged ‘entertainment’

Overheard In The Beauty Department (Or “Mean Boys (And Girls) Suck”)

Overheard in the beauty department, uttered by a high-ranking artist from a makeup brand I know you all know:

“Ask her what her favorite designer is. If she doesn’t have a favorite designer, well, she probably has no business wearing (makeup brand redacted), but we’ll sell her stuff anyway.”

I do not possess the vocabulary to adequately express to you how horrified I was.

Though I heard this particular fellow say this rather audaciously on the selling floor, I can name you at LEAST two other brands who have trainers and/or ambassadors who have said things like that behind closed doors.

It is this kind of unconscionable snobbery that is part of driving consumers to buy online. We all want to feel pretty and not be judged. The sad part is that there is some sort of longstanding badge of honor to be exclusive, especially among the executives in the cosmetics industry, so this sort of thinking winds up being encouraged instead of re-educated…then brands wonder why they aren’t getting their increases.

Including people feels a hell of a lot better than excluding them–on ALL sides.

Non-Touring? Give Me A Non-Break.

Don’t buy into the nonsense of new buzzwords to describe things that have been around forever. You know what “non-touring” is? Basic natural coverage foundation with a touch of highlighter, i.e. the stuff about 60% of my clients have been doing for years…and also what the good MUAs have been trying to tell people was best for their daily routine for the past year when they’ve been insisting, “but they used three contour products on Instagram!”

Random, Non-Makeup Related, 1970s Fiction Reboot In My Brain

Okay but what if–what if, people–Miss Havisham was a supermodel back in the 70s who fell deeply in love with a scam artist who talked her into replacing her agent with him? He was shady–most of her modeling money went up his nose–and he left her in Studio 54 one night to run off with someone else more rich and more famous. She never heard from him again.


Now Miss Havisham lives in a dated, poorly maintained loft in the East Village, wandering her rooms in her old, faded Halston and occasionally wrenching her ankle on the lone platform shoe she still wears. All her clocks are stopped at the ungodly hour of the morning when Liza Minnelli told her she saw him leave with Cher on his arm.