Media Manager Lana Gogotishvili on atopy and favorite cosmetics
Under the heading "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.
Interview: Margarita Virova
Photo: Alyona Ermishina
Lana Gogotishvili
deputy editor-in-chief for the media movement of the publication “Such things”, organizer of the parties “Ponikaraoke”
The standard for my images is the Petersburg little imprint Kroshik.
About work
I work in “Such Affairs” - this is a media that writes about social issues. Here I am promoting, doing so that the site is read, monitor traffic, invent topics and projects. And I am with my friend Alena organizing the Ponicaraoke party. I live like this: on weekdays I tell the world about homeless people and people living with HIV, and on weekends I have karaoke. And nothing prevents to engage in the first and second, sprinkled with glitter. I can not be painted five days in a row and walk in the same, and then declare to the bat in my most acidic shadows. My appearance depends only on whether I feel well. Well, from whether I overslept the meeting for three hours or only for an hour.
About beauty
Beauty is what makes you you. All that is considered to be a “flaw” in my worldview is what makes us special. I, for example, have a crooked tooth. I will always remember the story of my sixteen years - in front of a giant crowd a small child shouted: "Wow, what does this aunt have such a tooth of a curve?" After that, in all the photos I saw only my tooth. More precisely, as it seemed to me, a gaping black hole that sucks me in. At the same time, all my life I smile and laugh loudly and do not think about how he looks. Or, at school, I didn’t pluck my eyebrows for a long time, they were thick and wide. I didn’t think that “something was wrong” with them until they began to tease them - after that I began to see only two shaggy Trans-Siberian highways above my eyes. Growing up, I realized that this crooked tooth, and shaggy eyebrows, and round cheeks are all me. And with all this, it's fun to be me.
In other people, I also love the features through which the man himself peeks through. Beauty can be seen in a grunting laugh or coarse clothing - if a person feels free and himself, this is fine by default. I sometimes do not even notice the features of the interlocutor who are concerned about him - I simply do not see other people's crooked teeth. Most of all, I am angered by ridicule at others because of their unusual appearance or weight. I will stand up to the end for those who are being bullied and laugh with them at really witty things.
About make-up
It used to be how I was perceived. As a student, I could not appear in public without a make-up with arrows — I felt inferior without them. In the mastery of makeup, I was pumped so much that I could, being late for the exam and standing at rush hour in public transport, draw perfectly symmetrical arrows with one hand. But why did I spend time and energy on this, I could not answer myself. Only after a while, leaving the house without makeup stopped hurting.
Now I love the feeling of carnival. Over the past couple of years, I have fallen in love with colored shadows and glitters: I usually dress in black and white, I like forms that are strict or loose, so the face is the only place where I allow myself a complete break. I love the effect of moist, radiant skin - most of all in my beautician cans with transparent and sticky pieces that allow you to achieve glow. In this regard, the standard for my images is the St. Petersburg little Kroshik imprint: it has a shining, perfectly smooth, wet muzzle.
I am constant: I will use the same perfume for years, go to the same manicure master and dye my eyes only in a certain way, if I liked it the first time. Because of the increased anxiety, it is difficult for me to venture on an experiment, even if it is just a decision to make the arrow fatter. At the same time, I really like a weird make-up on the verge - the one with whom it is time to sing "Guests from the Future" in taverns.
On atopic skin
My atopy is when, due to stress, nutrition, climate, or anything else, my skin begins to look like you were boiled in boiling water and left to dry in the desert. It began in childhood, when my parents transported me from the subtropics to unpleasant Moscow. The doctors, among other things, then prescribed me brewer's yeast, which were supposed to help with the skin. They said that in a "childish" portion you can use regular beer. I really loved him and was ready for everything for a sip.
In adolescence came other manifestations - then the doctors wrote off a rash for allergies to frost, everything quickly passed. After twenty years, atopy again began with a vengeance — they put on food intolerance and prescribed a course of treatment, which barely helped. And only three years ago, I accidentally found out that I have atopic dermatitis, with which I have to spend my whole life: itching because of stress and clothes and covered with a rash from inappropriate cosmetics.
About care
All my care is aimed at maintaining healthy skin. Now I am in remission - dermatitis is not raging, I follow only the increased hydration of the whole body. With atopy, even the most routine things turn into a test: for example, I can not use an unfamiliar deodorant or gel for intimate hygiene, so as not to burn the skin. Therefore, I choose the same products: a cleansing gel safe for me, a means for moisturizing and radiant skin, moisturizers with dense textures, oils and masks without aggressive components. At least once a day, I need to be covered with lipid-restoring balm from head to toe. For the rest, in matters of care, I am rather careless: I have not yet learned the list of substances that are contraindicated for my skin, and I often rely on intuition and luck.
