“i’m just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious.” // d. letterman
in a bid to become less predictable, and add an element of ooomph to my eye game – i’ve been adding a dash of drama to my typical feline-flick, and painting a jet-black line of kohl on my upper waterline, going for the ultimate in night-time allure.
the caveat being that by the time my glass slippers begin to ache, and i’m on to my second cocktail to numb that pain, my eye makeup begins to fail me. betrayed by a slick eyelid and contacts that shimmy, my eyes are never what i intended them to be, two hours into a marathon night out.
(please note the hyper, hyperbole. i’m in bed by midnight, latest.)
so, i’ve decided to take the frustration out of the equation and go for the smudge, but – on purpose. i’ll take a sweep, smudge it up and off we go, not worrying about my eyes going awry. instead, the concern will just be about the shoes; those damn uncomfortable shoes…
➝ source : waterproof smoky eye stick via buxom cosmetics
➝ source : caviar stick eye colour via laura mercier
➝ source : smudge crayon via stila cosmetics
➝ source : bulletproof liner via too faced