Our regular author Marina Syutaeva talked about beauty products that she really likes, but for various reasons it is impossible to use them - which is a pity!
The most popular genre on women’s sites is the beauty editor’s choice. What about? Interesting. Practical. Authoritatively. During my editorial life I have compiled a wild number of such lists, but the most important one has remained unwritten until now. The main one is because cosmetics could get into it, which I adore, but I do not use from the word at all. Well, or I use it, however, so rarely that it does not count. So.
Having succumbed to another bout of shopaholism, in the malls I cannot calmly walk past the L'Occitane and The Body Shop stores. I wander there limply, as if under hypnosis. Like a cartoon mouse Roquefort to the smell of namesake cheese. After all, on the shelves of these stores there are body scrubs in orderly rows. They stand and smell: Loxitanian - verbena, almonds and lavender; bodishop's - green tea, coconut, caramelized apple. But the cruelest people are working on flavors at Organic Shop: mango and papaya, dark chocolate and strong coffee - you can't resist. And by the way, who came up with the idea of packing scrubs in jars a la "jam inside", and even hanging wooden spoons to them? Viscous textures with grains of sugar or sea salt and delicious aromas and so you want to eat, and then there is such a temptation.
Unfortunately, neither a scrub dessert, let alone a date with a jar in the bathroom alone threatens me - I am allergic to oils, which are found in scrubs in 90% of cases. And for the pleasure of rubbing the back with sugar granules melting under the palm, mixed with a thick oily substance, I will begin to pay in a couple of seconds - with dermatitis, which will then go away for a long time and painfully. By the way, for the same reason, I pretend that I hate organic cosmetics, although in fact I would gladly smear all these greasy creams with the maddening smell of sun-dried Provencal herbs on myself.
Speaking of creams. I'm a fan of body creams, but we also have a purely platonic relationship with them. For example, La Mer The Body Cream is the embodiment of luxury, the promise of velvety skin that smells of all the pleasures at once. Or whipped into the most delicate mousse Kiehl's Crème de Corps - in my bathroom I took turns in honey and (yum!) Grapefruit. And The Body Shop butters! Thick and dense, they smell of strawberries, raspberries, jasmine and just ask to wrap up the body. But no. I have an eternal time trouble and an emergency. I live in the rhythm of deadlines, my day is scheduled by the minute. And I don't have an extra five minutes to rub in anything with “circular massage movements, starting from the ankles and gradually moving to the thighs, then everywhere”. Therefore, weighty round jars of creams, remaining in their virgin integrity, move to my friends.
I can tell the same story about the lack of time to my stray face serums (Lumene Arctic Berry Cocktale with a double pink-orange texture and cloudberry extract - lozenges) and tonics (hello Payot with cranberry and pineapple extracts).
However, my first sadness is red lipstick. I have a lot of red lipsticks: cream, liquid, matte, satin, rare editions and timeless classics. All my favorite red shades have one thing in common - they are saturated, cold, with an infernal undertones of venous blood. I would not be surprised if this is the very “ideal red” that every second girl dreams of and cannot choose. I have the iconic Russian Red and Ruby Woo from MAC. There is little Alejandro from the Lips & Boys collection of Tom Ford (here I would like to write that thanks to the mini-case it is cool to carry it in my purse, but I don’t wear it). I also love NYX Plush Gel, the reds are just gorgeous. Recent trophies include Rouge Allure Ink, 154 Experimente, a liquid matte lip ink from Chanel. Plus their lipstick in the form of a retractable pencil Le Rouge Crayon de Couleur in a flawless 5 Rouge tone. And why not take advantage of all these miracles? It's trite: none of my bags has room for a mirror. And if there is no mirror, there is no bright lipstick. More precisely, it is everywhere, except for the lips, mainly behind the contour and on the teeth. No thanks.
With liquid eyeliner, I have unrequited love. In the bowels of my cosmetic bag, at least a couple of dozen copies have ended their lives ineptly by drying out at least a couple of dozen copies, among the unfortunate are the Diorshow Art Pen and L'Oreal Paris Superstar felt-tip pens, liquid eyeliner in an architecturally broken bottle of Lancome Grandiose Liner, gel eyeliners in round boxes Bobbi Brown and MAC … In order to draw arrows in the style of Brigitte Bardot, I would not even regret precious time, I swear. But it so happened that for several years in a row there was nowhere to draw them. By the age of 25, my upper eyelids began to deform and sag, so that the eyeliner was instantly lubricated. Last year, I finally pulled myself together with nerves and did blepharoplasty (I'll tell you about this sometime too). The eyelids are now perfect - but I have forgotten how to draw arrows. Although, at the sight of the new 4-color Clarins Stylo 4 Couleurs eyeliner pen, I think about taking a make-up course.
