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MMeO. Makeup.

I am by no means through transforming my wardrobe, and transforning my body, while certainly in-progress -and I am thrilled that "working out" (weights + cardio - "aerobics" is so 80's) in my 8x6 living room space is a actually a completely acceptable way (given my limited budget of money + time) to keep my spirits high and my body getting stronger and with more calcuable + therefore preventable strain on my knees than dancing- is years from being complete (while all of the components of appearance take effort on my part, the change to my way of life is greatest through "body" habits). All this to say I am moving on to include in my daily efforts the application and wearing out in public of... makeup.

Tonight I am going to a exhibition talk at apexart where curator Robert Punkenhofer's A Way Beyond Fashion exhibition just opened on Wednesday. A close friend is joining me, and later we may meet up with another dear friend, and then possibly even crash my boyfriend's fashion strike pub crawl, where all of his friends know me too. I am anxiously anticipating their reactions to my altered state of face. I worry that, for once not having followed the advice of anyone, my makeup is all wrong. My apartment has wretchedly spotty lighting (normally a beautiful thing) and while I think the makeup turned out ok, it still looked too much to me. I have a freckled and uneven complexion, so adding foundation, powder, blush, and eye shadow --oh yes, and mascara-- is a bit of a shock. I feel very... ivory. (That's the name of the foundation shade.) And now some guy on the train is trying to name all the states in the union in an effort to pinpoint first the midwest and second the state in the midwest from which I admit to have hailed. Um... WHY is this dude talking to me?!!! And when I say dude, I mean it in a categorical way. Hrrm. It can't possibly be the make-up...

Well I don't think that's it, but now I've completely lost my train of thought and have in the meantime arrived at my destination and (woah, that's vito acconci over there!) am waiting for my first friend of the evening, noticing that my lip gloss has dried up.

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posted by e m p @ 11:05 AM