
I’ve been watching a lot of movies the last week. Period pieces depicting women with face. I don’t know if I am just a sucker for enchantment and turmoil suffered by that of a pretty face or if I am just really good at escapism carte blanche that I see myself as being capable of doing anything in life as long as I can make a few people fall in love with me for my face or feel sorry for me because of my face. As long as there is a face there is a way.

I am also re-in love with red lipstick again and luckily had a tube of alarm red revlon (not seen here obvs) in my purse it’s amazing how just that can change your whole perspective, feelings, self esteem.







