Cleopatra who?
Jan. 25th, 2004 05:05 pmFor the little photo session, I gave the boy permission to be the artist with a canvas, namely my face. He started with foundation and concealer--and then went for the eyes. Heavily lined top and bottom with white and black, blended shadows of pale green, lavender, light brown, light blue, black, white, gray. He handed me the mirror and my jaw dropped. I looked like I belonged in Egypt serving the cat goddess Bast or something. It was awesome. Lips were a soft berry red to compliment, with blush and powder to set everything. I'll agree with him on all counts: I looked damn hot. It's really fantastic how carefully applied makeup can not only enhance, brighten, and compliment the face, but pretty much turn you into someone else. I keep forgetting that makeup is a good thing. I cannot wait to get the film developed. Of course, if I post one, it'll be one or two of the most subtle, since Adam basically wanted to turn me into a lustful goth bondage sex kitten and most of the shots are quite private. But I shall most definitely find a way to scan and show a good face shot. Adam kept telling me how gorgeous I was, how hot I looked in the makeup and various little outfits. I believe it now. It did empower me in a way. Girlie superficial stuff, hell. No wonder ancient Egyptian women used their face paints so much: The right colors, the right application, on the right person, in the right setting, can easily bring a guy drooling to his knees. *grin* Yes, I know that I'm pretty and fetching without makeup, but I now understand that with the right kind of color, I can be absolutely, divinely stunning. Yay me!