Perfume blogger Mariana Ryzhauskas about harassment and favorite cosmetics
Under the heading "Cosmetic Bag"we study the contents of beauty cases, dressing tables and cosmetic bags of interesting characters to us - and we show all this to you.
Interview: Margarita Virova
Photo: Ekaterina Starostina
Mariana Ryzhauskas
author of the blog "Perfume"
If my child wants to use cosmetics, I will do everything so that he does not experience complexes about this.
About attitude to appearance
Appearance is important to me and is not important at the same time - after all, the times when it seemed to me that something depended on her (for example, relationships) did not last long ago. However, at some point I just had no time to think about how I looked: I was left alone with an infant and postpartum depression. I got up somehow, combed once a week - it's good. From this state, I gradually drifted into psychotherapy, after which I found that I liked myself even with regrown roots and smeared mascara. True, I prefer not to relax about this.
The difference is that I used to look after myself in order to please others, now in order to please myself, well, just for fun. Today, I can calmly come to the presentation of new spirits with a bare face, and I can make up at home before sitting down to the text - simply because I like the process. Of course, before that there was both rejection of one’s appearance and experiments: I remember how at fourteen I pierced my lip, pasted “tattoos” on my face, and let my eyes fall with a blue felt-tip pen.
About self-expression and bulling
The first time I felt the power of self-expression with the help of cosmetics at the age of eleven, when I bought fluorescent light green nail polish with money earned from washing cars, putting out bottles and selling parrots. In those times, it was like Sasha Seleznev in the kitchen to hang out: hell you buy, and the neighbor does not approve. At first my classmates beat me. Then the headmistress broke me in her office. Then - again classmates. And then they lagged behind me, because I never washed that varnish. Legends about my inflexibility began to go around the school, I had authority, so they didn't touch me anymore. And the thing was only that I did not have nail polish remover. She then, like everything else in the early 90s, was difficult (and not what) to buy. Since then, I have not been afraid of experiments and reactions to them - there have been so many of them in my life that I could well be considered a freak.
I started to do makeup at the age of twelve - many thanks to my mom, she didn’t fall into a coma from this, but simply unloaded me with unnecessary cosmetics. Louis Philippe mascara, a meteorite replacement unit, Estée Lauder travel kit, which contained a palette of lipsticks, eye shadows and Cinnabar perfume. I must say that I painted very modestly at the time, as I was embarrassed that our house committee on morality, that is, grandmothers on the bench at the entrance, will think: "Yeah, she wants to like, atat, what an indiscreet girl, let's condemn her!" Now I understand what this is nonsense. If my child wants to use decorative cosmetics, I will do everything so that he does not experience complexes about this (I have a boy, if that).
At fifteen, I began to paint myself like a war, I wore a black wig, and I painted my lips and eyes like Courtney Love. Swab black, smear red. The police, seeing my war paint, which included a corset, fishnet stockings, boots and mini-skirt, constantly dragged me into a monkey with the words: "Cho? No passport yet? Yes, you just n *** ka, but we have not pay for some reason. " I hate them so far. Today I dress and paint as I want - or not at all if I do not want. Because I follow the rule: live by yourself (with pleasure) and do not bother to live for others. No, of course, and now there are citizens who are baptized, looking at my tattoos, but these are getting smaller. Dying out, probably, from heart attacks, triggered by my appearance.
About care
Despite the fact that I have a lot of different cans on my shelf, I am not a fan of care - I don’t have time. I'd better invite guests, work out with the child, take a walk with my husband, write a book, do a perfume review, blur something funny in my telegram channel about maternity Mom I'd like to lie in bed with a book. The skin of this, of course, does not approve, so I try not to ignore the stern minimum. Always wash my face thoroughly. I can not have time to put a night mask or morning serum, but wash off makeup and dirt - this is sacred.
Most of the care for my appearance, I delegate to professionals, in my case - to professionals. For example, the current eyebrows, mercilessly perechipannye still in adolescence and not growing until last year, is the merit of the brows of Lilia Khalikova. A totally magical girl: a year of solid work - and I no longer need corrections. Everything that has not grown over the years has grown - and that which hindered, no longer hinders. The nails are only Sasha Kondratyeva, before her I walked like a convict-gold digger: the nails exfoliated to the elbows, the lacquer lasted for five minutes, the corners on my legs grew. Now my hands and feet are always in order, do not suddenly feel ashamed to get into the morgue, if that. The face - the work of Catherine Zhitkov. She stabs me with a botulinum toxin (I have very active facial expressions), which at the same time saves me from headaches, it also makes my lips: after an unsuccessful operation on the jaw, my right face of my face became numb and my mouth became asymmetrical. I trust my hair to Yana Zheneros, who managed to return me to my native, burnt-out blond of auburn color, without harming my hair at all - this is despite the fact that the hair was dyed with so-called straight pigments (colorist hairdressers will understand). And all the tattoos, which I have so far only six (but this is easily remedied) were made by Maria Kaminskaya, an amazing artist and tattoo artist.
About fragrances
A separate topic - the flavors. True, I have already told so many times about my hobby that I don’t know what else to add. Recently, I have thinned my collection, leaving only landmark perfumes for me, a total of about five hundred bottles. The rest, started, handed out to her friends, sealed - as always, she gave to single women from nursing homes in the framework of the action "Give perfume to grandmother!". Join us, we constantly need care and decorative cosmetics, perfumes, as well as specific things like anti-decubitus sprays, disposable diapers and diapers.
I do not know how my relations will develop with the fragrances further: I have already collected almost all the perfumes that I wanted, and now I have something like a “perfume depression”. I use only old ones, and I enjoy moderately new products.
