- Note Slate http://noteslate.com
- Nikon/Canon EOS Digital camera (must look more into this)
- iTouch (my iPod is like 5 years old, I need a new one)
a flock of fleetingly forgettable words, an anthem to failed writers, a filtered cache of art, a filigree of ideas and designs.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
personal wishlist.
After months of job searching and living off my parents dime, I may actually have a shot at a job. I'm hoping I'll be able to get a job. Because of my short memory and love of making lists, I have made a list of what I will do when I get my money. Other than spending it on makeup and nail polish (which is typically what I blow it on) there are other things that I have my eyes on.
cosmetic candy land.
photo credit: mac cosmetics |
I applaud women who wear makeup for themselves. Women who sit in front of a vanity and think not to hide their beauty or fake their beauty but to accentuate and highlight their beauty. I think of color theory. I think of designs and shapes. I think of the fantastical and the mysterious. Makeup can transform. You can be a simmering seductress, an ethereal maiden, a dewy youth, or a high fashion model. It's not a false pretense but an adventure. It is opening a door to more possibilities.
For me, there is a certain mystique and beauty to makeup and cosmetics. It's sacred. There is nothing more confident to me than a woman who wears daring bold colors and designs on her face. It's modern war paint. It's art in motion. It's an expression of beauty. It's therapeutic and familiar. With smears and dabs of color we can be transported into a different world, a different time. Limitless colors and tools craft things that people can only dream of, bringing fantasy to life.
This was an incoherent ramble about makeup and my love for it. I simply can't understand people who don't see the beauty in cosmetics and rather only see it as something that objectifies women.
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