My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

my heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

Nadia and I have recently been struck by memories of our cosmetics, khe-khe, of our youth. Nadina part can be seen, but I, of course, have something to remember here - especially considering that I, unlike my dear colleague, like about makeup as much as I can remember. my first shadows were produced by the “Dawn” factory, hereonly shades were different - gold, silver and blue. I was given by their mother when I was still quite small - eight years? nine? - because I really wanted to, really requested, and promised not to paint on the street, of course.

by the eighth grade in my life there were serious changes: we moved, I changed school, I started to go everywhere alone - and I felt old enough to be painted outside the house. my mother never took a great interest in makeup and did not paint anything but her lips (), so I made up my own arsenal. I had an automatic black pencil by the Polish company Bell (still existing today), with which I let my eyes down, it seems, at a distance of half a centimeter from the ciliary edge.I didn’t have brushes - I don’t remember at all that separate brushes existed as a genre, everyone used applicators enclosed in boxes with shadows. cotton swabs, it seems, did not also appear on the market at the time, so there was no way to correct the contour.


here is a Bell pencil, but it seems without the word Professional

a little later, the magic world of the Tushinsky clothing market and the collapse of the metro of the same name opened for me. I bought Griseille brand eyeliners there, which the Internet doesn’t even remember, but I remember that it was sold as French, and where it was actually made that cosmetics, it's hard to imagine. I had two pencils - mint and blue, and these were shades of a dream. as well as the rest of my children's cosmetics, I threw them away many years ago in the next visit to my parents, and now I am terribly sorry, of course.

I probably had some kind of shadows (I did not use mascara for many years, considering that I had enough of my own eyelashes), but for some reason I don’t remember them. It seems that I had at least one of the huge palettes of Ruby Rose: these giant bulky sets, which included a million shades of shadows, powder of a strange color, rouge and lipstick, were the embodiment of everything beautiful for all girls who grew up in the nineties.them, unlike my beautiful pencils, the Internetand it seems like you can still buy them somewhere. I must say, I still breathe unevenly to such large palettes, although I understand everything with my head about the quality of these products and about the inconvenience of using them.


pallets were usually multistage and unfolded

I bought nail polishes in the same delightful tents near “Tushinskaya” - my favorite brand was called, if I'm not mistaken, Artistic. I remember the look of flacons - with a high elongated white lid - but the Internet here again brings down, slipping under this name some cool gel polishes. I must say that I chose the most conventional shades - the main thing was a translucent light pink. in general, I was a very modest and intelligent teenager - I wonder how I would react if someone showed me then what I would look like twenty years later.

as for fragrances, then, as Nadia already mentioned, probes reigned: miniatures of bottles were sold everywhere (such as they are now put in beauty boxes) and fake “pens”. I, like a fashionable girl, had exactly miniatures - the first was, bought me as a gift by my aunt in the brand boutique on Tverskaya. I also had kids L'Eau d'Issey and L'Eau Par Kenzo donated by my parents - I loved the last to the insanity and dreamed of a full bottle until, while studying in the first year, I heard this divine fragrance from the most nasty girl in the company and immediately dream of him ceased. then he came to me, I love him now, but the magic never returned, alas.

the dream was then sold here in such an oval bottle

which brother gave me on his fourteenth birthday (or on his thirteenth birthday, I don’t remember exactly now). This adult smell of seduction did not suit me so much, and I was so shaking over a bottle with an unfamiliar beautiful logo that I still have half of this bottle. sometimes I use it, but very rarely - I remember a school disco in the eighth grade, where I stuffed Amarige, and all the feelings of excruciating modesty a teenage girl from a good family, who has been supporting the evening all night, while everyone is dancing under the Run DMC.

the magical world of styling was revealed to me when, at the age of 13, at the insistence of my mother, I cut off my three hairs that were lonely hanging down to the shoulder blades, and never looked back. the short haircut was terrible for me, but I had a Bang, which I thought was necessary to Lay.without hairspray, I didn’t even go to the sea with my parents, and my best friend was a round brush. the bang had to be laid with a hairdryer on this brush so that the bang hung on the forehead with such a round hitch, and then tightly fixed with varnish. at the same time I dyed my hair in a copper-red color that seemed to me the most beautiful in the world. My poor mother, endowed not only with good taste, but also with wisdom and patience, looked at these stylistic experiments with exceptional calm, for which she thanks a lot.


it was assumed that the bang would look something like Drew Barrymore (and it turned out, alas, not quite)

The end of the era of bangs came when I was about 15 years old - it was winter, I lingered at my girlfriend and hurried home, slipped on the porch porch and cut my forehead so that the bleeding did not stop for several hours. I had a scar on my forehead, and our then hairdresser, Ira, said that I now have to wear a bang all my life to close this scar. I, of course, was indignant, combed the fringe on the sides, fastened with hairpins and since then almost never cut it off, proudly shining with my scar, which, as is known, is decorated.

by the end of the ninth grade, I was already working as a correspondent for the culture department of the federal newspaper and I was even paid money, so I switched from my market finds to a rather luxurious one by the standards of Oriflame at that time. I remember olive shade-pencils (very beautiful, really!) and a couple from the youth line of Visions - lipstick and nail polish in a dark-bloody shade of Vampire, which I bought for the name. since I was goth, but very shy (closet goth, so to speak), I didn’t dare to make up my lips with this lipstick. The short finest hour of lipstick came when I went to her, I apologize for the expression, to the philharmonic - the newspaper sent me to some concert. I don’t remember the concert at all, but I remember my horror well - during the intermission I looked in the mirror and found that all my vampire lipstick was spread ugly around the lips, and on the inner edge, on the contrary, it was eaten. it seems that this was the first and last exit of Vampire outside the parent’s apartment. Maybe I now love dark lipsticks so much, restoring the consequences of that youthful injury? I do not know. but it seems to me that if the 13-year-old were really shown me my photograph 20 years later, I would be very encouraged.so that something, and I learned to paint lips.

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  • My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

    My heart will go on: cosmetics in the nineties

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