Replika Product Manager Rita Popova about favorite cosmetics
FOR THE FACE "HEAD" 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 magic cream
Probably, I must immediately say: I love to be beautiful and I like cosmetics, so I hardly like those who manage to look great with one can of coconut oil. I can only explain my interest by the fact that in my childhood I was greatly impressed by the episode from “The Master and Margarita”, where a Soviet woman was smeared with a magic cream and turned into a luxurious witch. In my childhood, girls were still divided into beautiful and smart, and I, an angular, but full teen with acne and a shock of dry and fluffy kucheryashek, most of all wanted just such a cream. The pimply childhood, however, taught me something: I have been taking care of my skin since the age of twelve, at fifteen I went to a beautician, started to play sports, follow a diet.
The problem is that asking myself where my ideas about beauty came from at all, I started only a dozen years later. I can no longer remember when I began to be ashamed of my body, when I decided that it was important for me to look beautiful in the eyes of others. Books are very helpful in reassessing values; This year, for example, I was greatly influenced by "A Theory of a Young Girl", which, among other things, views our pursuit of conventional beauty as one of the stages of human modification. I still haven't understood what to do with all these thoughts, so I continue to go to the beautician and read books written by people smarter than me.
One of my favorite drag queen once said: "If you buy Dior mascara, then your problems are bigger than your eyelashes." I agree with her: I really have a lot of problems, and for me self-care and makeup is the easiest way to give yourself a little love and care. Therefore, I want the cream not just to work, but also to be in a beautiful jar and tasty groin, but I could smear it and fall asleep with the feeling that I had done something good for myself.
About professional procedures
I met my current cosmetologist seven years ago - I liked that she not only responsibly treats the procedures, but also explains in detail what we are doing and why. Now we choose treatments depending on the condition of the skin and the season: deep peels in the fall and winter, facial massage, masks, cleansing and anything else the rest of the time. With her, I also advise on what kind of care is best to take home or how to choose the right product. In general, I am very grateful to myself for not being lazy and turning to a specialist - this saved me a lot of nerves, money and time.
Care products, of course, also vary with the seasons, but the pattern remains the same. In the morning - cleansing, tonic, serum, cream. In the evening, remove make-up with milk or micelle, wash with a second cleansing agent, apply tonic, face oil or cream (if you remember, cream for the eye area). When I'm not lazy, I do a massage with a dry brush and definitely apply body cream - I can't stand the feeling of dry, irritated skin. Therefore, by the way, a humidifier always works at home. When it seems that the face is muddy, or it was a particularly painful day, I make a clay mask paired with a moisturizing fabric, drink herbal tea and watch a reality show.
In the daily make-up, the tone is most important for me, because the vessels on the cheeks close to the skin terribly enrage me: I use BB cream, concealer and fixative powder, fix Fix + on top. The least favorite part is the eyebrows; I usually paint them with a beautician, but when the color is washed off, I put them in a tinted gel (the relationship somehow did not work out with the pencil). The most favorite part is the rouge, which I put on without any measures at all, in order to achieve the effect "just came out of the bath", and a bright lipstick, which, in my opinion, really goes to my points.
About meaninglessness of overcoming
I do not like the now popular rhetoric "Step over yourself" or "Be better than yesterday." It seems that the world is already quite cruel and full of overcoming - why not be a little more gentle and kinder to yourself? My experience of perelamyvaniya themselves through the knee led to an unhealthy attitude to their weight and nervous exhaustion, rather than health and lightness. Now I try to listen to the body, suppress in myself impulsive and destructive decisions and look for what works for me - and, it turns out, to play sports for pleasure, rather than torturing myself to the extreme, and eat vegetables because I want vegetables and not pizza is also very effective (by the way, I really love pizza).
I will allow myself to preach in one paragraph: you are better than yesterday, because in principle you survived yesterday, and your value as a person does not depend on how many folds you have on your stomach. Sometimes the main achievement is to just get out of bed, wash, leave the house, and this is no less worthy of respect than the bars for fifteen minutes.
Now I train three times a week, I try to give up my attachment to Uber (it turns out bad), more often to walk, walk in nature, when I have a free day. I go to bed early and get up early - usually at 7:30 I am already on my feet, but if I feel tired, I will sleep as long as necessary. I drink water, I do not smoke, and most of the time I lead a rather dull and non-poor mode of life.
About femininity
I have a complicated relationship with femininity: somehow I wrote a whole text that I was often confused with a boy on the street. I like men's clothes, haircuts for a boy, and I will not die if I leave the house without makeup (and often it happens), but gradually I realize that at first there was an element of internal misdiagnosis - I’m not fond of "girls" ( read the "frivolous") themes, so I must be taken seriously. Now, of course, admit it awkward.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that interest in the drag has changed my life. It dawned on me that women can be strong and generally FIERCE, and I sincerely like the appearance of femininity, which even other women seem excessive: false nails, eyelashes, bright makeup, shiny dresses. It is ridiculous that for this we had to watch ten seasons of a reality show about men who dress up as women.
So now I live like this: during the day I run in someone else’s shirt and with a cotton bag packed with sports things, and before the party I turn on Lana Del Rey (my beauty ideal) and sit for an hour in front of the mirror: I use sparkles mixed with Duraline for an hour, draw arrows I glue eyelashes, I paint my lips, and I leave the house with the feeling that I can blind some villains with a highlighter, and with another I scrape my eyes with false nails.
