Manager of the store "Chuk and Geek" Laysa Tsagarova about your favorite cosmetics
For category "Cosmetic" we study the contents of beauty cases, dressing tables and cosmetic bags of interesting characters to us - and we show all this to you.
About care
Skin care has never been difficult or painful for me (not counting the moments when parents with excitement squeezed my "black spots" on my nose during adolescence). Thanks to the genes: I have not struggled with acne, I have no allergies and dermatitis, the tan lasts beautifully and lasts a long time, there are no stretch marks, and abrasions and scars heal quickly. Therefore, quite early on, I developed an ideal principle for myself: do no harm. That is - daily clean and moisturize the skin, do not eat junk food, sleep a lot and breathe fresh air. Much later, "put Sanskrin every day" and "gently exfoliate your skin with acids and throw out scrubs." The most important thing I've gained over the years is consistency and regularity in the matter of care. At twenty, go to bed, do not wash makeup, easy. Now I can’t even fall asleep without washing my face; I will be ashamed in front of me, with my skin and the great queens of beauty blogging, who look at me from the telegram.
About mom, grandmother and roots
As a teenager, I just wanted to look cool. What it really meant, nobody knew, it was just my feeling that, for example, long natural hair is cool, but highlighting or pigtails are not there at all. I was also from the “Natural Beauty” team named after my beloved grandmother and resisted the “Most beautiful and elegant even in the hospital” team of my mother. Mom - a fantastic beauty and degree of grooming woman, but I was afraid to imagine that someday I will inevitably become like her and will do makeup every day. I grew up, and it seemed to me that all this time the truth was somewhere in the middle of the approaches of my mother and grandmother. I love to take care of myself, I like cosmetics and the feeling of “elegance”, but at the same time I do not feel like a naked freak when I leave the house without a make-up. And I still learn to feel myself. I would like to wake up one day and accept myself without amendments to “You are beautiful, but non-standard,” without “You are a big girl,” without “Are you half a Chechen? How exotic.” I will never forget the damned kindergarten, where I was denied the role of Cinderella for all these reasons ("Well, where did you see such a slanting Cinderella with that leg size?") And gave the role of an eastern princess. It was then that I grew up and began to study sacred tales, and now I have something to say about this to my teacher: "Svetlana Vladimirovna, the character of Cinderella is in many fairy tales of many nations, and often he is also a man."
Perhaps my current relationship helps me more than anything to beat off all these standardizing ghosts of the past. So simple: a person loves you all the time and says that you are beautiful - and now you have already loved your height, broad shoulders, stomach, long feet (well, thanks also to Tarantino). I still don’t like weight, but who loves it, let the first one throw a stone at me.
About make-up
I always liked my face and skin. In my life there was only one period when the skin became reactive. I worked as a television journalist, and once I was made the leading morning news. At first I was very glad that I would wake up the whole city so beautiful almost every day, but then, when I dressed, combed my hair and made up at my own discretion on the first broadcast, it turned out that absolutely everyone had the director, the editor, the cameraman and even the sound engineer has his own opinion about what I should be in the frame. I was asked to get a haircut, they gave out more than a modest budget for cosmetics, a lot of advice and a few ugly sponsored store jackets. For a year a couple of weeks a month, I covered my face with a centimeter layer of the thickest foundation, effectively painted my eyes and neutral lips, fixed my hair with lacquer armor and with that all sat in a stuffy studio, losing the ability to see after dazzling studio lighting, which also Heats no worse than the Russian stove. Not that I once doubted that poor-quality decorative cosmetics in large quantities harm the skin, but then it was certain. For some time after this experience did not want to paint the face ever again.
I generally paint a little, the make-up for me is not a continuation or an expression of my essence, but rather just a game with which one lives more fun. Very early, I learned how to draw arrows of various shapes and with any cosmetics. I always lived with the feeling that my face was too much, the features were large, so I like simple and minimalistic solutions like “bare skin” and bright lips. In a good mood I draw funny points on the eyelids, if you correctly calculate the angle from the pupil - it turns out very cool.
The great make-up artist Gevorg, with whom we were all fortunate enough to live at the same time, taught many, including me, to draw with a pencil on the mucous membrane beautifully, and not so that rabbit eyes were obtained. So now I have more colored pencils than in childhood, and all of them are for the eyes. When you want something like that, I just go to my friends, makeup artists and beauty bloggers who, anyway, know better. I endlessly trust and admire them, as well as daily scooping a ton of useful information and inspiration from their blogs. Masha Vorslav long ago helped me to love my face differently, Adel became Virgil in intricate self-care circles. Their blogs are what I always advise anyone who does not know how to approach beauty and care issues. And sometimes these kind people give me cosmetics, which is very necessary.
Hair is simple: I like them very much and I am not afraid of anything. I spent half of my life after fashionable children's haircuts, at twenty-two I wove up dreadlocks, then unraveled and made a short haircut. Since then, my life - an endless carnival of new haircuts. Each of them manages to make beautiful Sasha Kotenkova, who once made me a cool lavender strand - now I can say that I dyed my hair.
About fragrances
Perhaps the most important part of my beauty routine is fragrances. Smells - this is my world, this is what I always wonder, regardless of the state and degree of self-acceptance. If I have a stuffy nose, I become very angry, rude, and feel pretty unhappy. Because life happens around me, but I don’t understand it, I don’t feel it. I have a lot of spirits, but not too many, and yet almost for every mood I have something to wear. Since childhood, I have been consciously and unconsciously seeking ways to learn more and more about smells and "stuff my nose."
I became a professional barista, I studied in a perfume school, I love to cook and I do a lot of this. It seems to me that smells are not just a time machine, but a TARDIS: you can scamper in it and along the temporary tape, and in all possible universes. Once I found my dad in a bottle. The fragrance was not even that similar to the perfume used by dad. It was the smell of his neck, hands after a workout - hard to describe, but, in general, I just burst into tears in the store. A couple of years at the perfume exhibition in Milan, I accidentally met a perfumer who composed this smell, I told him this story and thanked for this fragrance, he immediately climbed into his bag and poured into my hand all the castors of this perfume, which he by myself. The fragrance at that time was simply removed from production, and thanks to the good heart of the perfumer, the smell of my father's nape to this day is with me.
I always try to keep track of all the feelings and memories that cause smells, and then I feel really happy. In general, everything that I have understood in my whole life: you need to do what you really like and fill with a sense of inner justice. It seems to me that this feeling - of correctness, harmony, calmness - is beauty. Based on this, I would like to listen to myself more, learn to rest and relax the body, go back to coffee, cook and try more food, live in a more aromatically interesting place than Moscow, and most likely start swimming again.
