Long memory: Girls about dear to the heart cosmetics
We all have things which we keep for years for sentimental reasons and do not throw out even when moving. We asked the girls what lipsticks, fragrances and shadows they no longer use (or they do it very rarely), but keep them safe - for romantic or other, not very clear, reasons.
Automne M. Micallef perfume bottle purchased in Switzerland in 2005-2006. First of all, they are valuable and significant for me because they were my first selective fragrance - before that all my bottles could be easily found in duty free (but after that life was never the same). For a long time, my husband and I tried to establish their true age, didactically understood that he was definitely more than 7 years old (our six-year-old son was not even in thoughts then, and then teenage friends are now healthy foreheads with their start-ups) and less than 12 (we’ve been They were married, but they could not afford to travel outside the work). So, Zermatt, 2005, money is categorically to spare, and as luck would have it, we walk every day and walk past numerous shops. Well, at some point it sounded: "Okay, walk, send the spirits to choose." I chose according to the principle “the stranger the better”, while saleswomen tried to bring a theoretical basis to the process: this brand seems to have four flavors in accordance with the seasons, and they tried to identify me to one of them. As a result, I became “autumn” and was terribly pleased - the smell of “Red Moscow” fully corresponded to my ideas about an unusual flavor. I must say, I used them for quite a long time and with pleasure, but they didn’t become my favorite aroma - that bottle was the only one, but I don’t raise a hand to someone, and I keep it as the beginning of my collection of favorite fragrances and a gift husband
I love to buy cosmetics when traveling. Therefore, almost everything that is on my cosmetic shelf, I brought from some duty free around the world. I like to remember where this or that thing came from, with each story connected. For example, Lancôme moisturizer I bought at five in the morning at Abu Dhabi airport after returning from Seychelles with a proudly burnt face. Dark-plum lipstick Chanel bought in Berlin, I remember that I immediately put on her lips and went to some incredible party, and had already returned home without lipstick on my lips. I bought the perfume Jo Malone during one of my flights to New York, some kind of extremely impulsive purchase, now I open them and I understand that I don’t like the smell at all. It turns out that instead of, say, magnetics on a refrigerator or other souvenirs, from travel I bring cosmetics, which is why I feel sorry for throwing it away, because it reminds me of my favorite cities.
Mom's box with me since childhood, as I can remember. Small, dark cherry-plum, densely berry, hard old plastic, inside - the bottom and walls of silver (for obvious reasons, the image of the very same editorial box could not be found. - Ed.). What was there? Who knows. I have never seen a full box, it came to me already cleaned up, sparkling with silver emptiness. But at the same time fragrant. It smelled like a box of something thick and spicy, perfume, oriental and very feminine. I kept in it either beads, or dried pollen, or precious samples — nails and skin — which I then looked at under a microscope, then beetles, then what other absolutely necessary things. This box has changed five cities with me, more than twenty apartments (at some point I lost it), has not disappeared anywhere, and still guards my little unclear values. A couple of years ago, I saw familiar forms in some simple economic form. And I realized that in my mother's box was, probably, as in these, just lip balm. Smell in her inside so far. Thick and spicy. And very feminine.
Male Sisley Eau d'Ikar appeared at home by accident - won three years ago in a lottery at a party. I was glad that I would give her boyfriend by February 23. But, alas, we quarreled, and I tried the scent out of curiosity - I liked it! I decided to keep it. Now I sometimes wear to the office when I need to increase motivation at work or create a mood for making “male” decisions. Despite the fact that the perfume is fresh, complex and, in principle, unisex, I heard a couple of times from my friends that the smell of men's cologne is still felt.
Thumbnail Versace Blue Jeans. Their female “pair,” Red Jeans, was one of the first spirits that I bought on my own — the same miniature was sold at a kiosk on the first floor of the 1st MSU Humanitarian Building, where I studied. But Red has long been demolished, and a half-empty bottle of Blue Jeans I am the shore. This was the flavor of my friend - a neighbor in the country. They smell like something complex and cool; Now, as it seems to me, fresh men's fragrances are much more rectilinear. Helena Rubinstein Loose Powder orange glitter Fluorescent Coral. Orange is my favorite color, but even I could not find the use of these glitter on my face (except, it seems, a couple of parties). I keep because of the aesthetic component and in memory of the wonderful days of work in the journal L'Officiel, where the editor of the beauty department Tanya Yakimova presented me the sparkles.
I am a real minimalist maniac. I love throwing things that no longer like and have any meaning. In addition, if there was a contest "Miss a Scarce Cosmetic", I am sure that the winner's tiara would be provided to me. It seems even more mysterious that I have the shadows of Pupa, bought in 2004. They are black and white and baked with large glitter, a sort of Satan's diamonds. Where did I go with them? In the university, of course. And also to concerts of young and promising emocore groups (in the yard in 2004, remember?). These beautiful shadows could repeat the makeup of Marilyn Manson or the hypnotic-depressive singer of Garbage. By the way, despite the fact that I already worked and had some money, in those days Pupa cosmetics seemed something incredibly cool and not at all cheap. Since then, I have changed an innumerable number of rental apartments, cities and countries of deployment. Yes, and I dye at least eight years already, no black circles around the eyes. But the shadows are still with me. In the foreseeable future, I will go on stage (dance tribal fusion) - and diamonds of Satan, finally, will wait for their truly high point.
In 96, I first traveled to Italy - a country with which I have a long and passionate affair since then - and brought back a luxurious set of things, which personified the Italian style then: Valentino light blue tight jeans, Lurex slim trousers , Crop top with jellyfish and Acqua Di Gio men's toilet water. What exactly prompted me to buy it - a shelf of "new" in duty free or an advertisement with Larry Scott - is already impossible to install. I clearly remember that at that time I used exclusively male fragrances (before that, I had already experienced the two-year monogamous obsession CK One) - in reality, where the word “selective” did not exist yet, it was the only option to stand out. Acqua Di Gio seemed to me the perfect smell of androgynous freshness — without the obvious masculinity of the sea, freshly cut grass or soap — and subconsciously went along with so much happiness that I could not afford to spend it to the end. Since then, my mom has a matte flask at home with a pair of gradually evaporating milliliters at the bottom. Sometimes, when I visit her, I just open it and smell it - I suspect that when it comes on the skin, this 18-year-old liquid will produce the effect of Alien's saliva.
I carefully keep the very first bottle of selective perfume (although then it wasn’t called that yet), which I bought 12 years ago on the market in Konkovo for one hundred dollars. There were no special stores back then, and officially Un Bois Sépia from the collection of Serge Luthen fragrances until recently was sold only in a boutique in the Palais Royal in Paris. They were also called "bells" for the shape of the bottle. Until now, my favorite of his scents - it smells like fallen leaves, dry grass and the autumn sun. I usually wear it in the fall. Unfortunately, over time, the flavor in the glass stopper bottle has changed, and not for the better, and a few years ago I replaced it with a new one. But the old one with a purple label (in the photo above - an updated version of Un Bois Sépia. - Approx. Ed.) Left on the shelf as a memory of first love or something like that.
This MAC palette for Smokey-Aiz is almost seven years old - at the end of October 2007 I bought it at Evropeisky, killing time while waiting for Paris Hilton. Not for a rendezvous, of course, but for work - I was the editor-in-chief of a small and modest Spletnik.ru, so I myself covered important events. At that moment, Paris was considered a big-scale star for the first time in Russia - at the invitation of Kira Plastinina to show at ARMA and for other promotions of the designer brand. After the show, the guest went to hang out a bit and returned to the hotel only in the morning. The photographer and I naively showed up at the Plastinina shop in the “European” by noon, respectively, the announcement. Four hours later from idle waiting among pink skirts, I became brutalized (2007! - time before Facebook and instagram in each smartphone) and went shopping, strictly telling the photographer to look both ways. Returned, however, before Paris, which appeared only in the evening. I came from a MAC store with eyes like a panda and the four shadows of the Gentle Fume Eyes, and I have used them exactly three times since then - and each of them for some shots, in real life I don’t wear it. But throwing the hand does not rise - the time was romantic, Paris Hilton seemed enough reason to kill the day. Oh, youth