Name changed for this because it’s a bit outing! 😂
Does anyone remember Kevyn Aucoin? He was an American make up artist, the emphasis being on artist. He literally painted faces on people. Other people’s faces.
He wrote a few books, in Face Forward he shows how it’s possible to turn yourself into anyone you want using make up and face tape. Aucoin turns Amber Valetta into both Clarke Gable and Carole Lombard.
Ok, they’re caked in heavy make up and it isn’t really a look for popping down to Tesco, but young women now wear so much more makeup than most of us would be comfortable with that I’m not sure they’d find it odd, even close up.
The point is women have been using make up for centuries to make themselves look like something they’re not. Whether that’s to cover up smallpox scars, to hide a ruddy complexion or to make themselves look younger by using blusher for a healthy, youthful glow.
But at the end of the day they wash it all off and go to bed as themselves. It isn’t a permanent change and leaves no lasting impression. Apart from over zealously plucked eyebrows, that is!
Historically women have used products that harmed them, all in the pursuit of beauty. In the 18th Century foundation contained lead which poisoned the user, but it gave the impression of the prized whiter skin - a sign you were wealthy enough not to work in the fields. Women have developed skin cancer chasing a ‘healthy tan’ - a fashion that started because the wealthy were the ones that could afford a foreign holiday in the sun, they didn’t have to spend all their time cooped up indoors working in a factory.
And now women are injecting poisonous substances into their faces to try to achieve a certain look. They trust unregulated practitioners and some of them sadly pay the price. It feels like we’ve gone full circle.
I worked for most of my life as a model. My face, quite literally, was my fortune.
I’m old now. I have wrinkles, I have developed jowls. I am no longer pretty or beautiful.
But I will never have cosmetic surgery or tweakments.
I can still slap on the war paint and look presentable, I haven’t given up on life or presenting my best face to the world! I look like me, just older.
At the end of the day I can take ‘my face’ off and be left with my face. My own face. And I’m happy with that.
It’s a pity so many young women today cannot say the same thing.