…Or, how my camera battery conspired against me to end my career as Stephanie Spielberg.
I’ve been a busy, busy bee, attempting to put together a presentation for my Spanish conversation classes, and last night was the night, where it all came together in a cinematic triumph. Only, not really. If I wasn’t being video bombed by my
darling cat, I was tripping over my own words and babbling my way through blooper reels’ worth of footage. After that débacle, I have resigned myself to the fact that if I have to give it in person tomorrow, c’est la vie – if not, watch out Oscars.
Aside from the language, make up was my most pressing concern. Surprising, hey? Namely, how would I look polished but not seriously overdone (whilst struggling not to freeze, the area of my house that worked best for lighting was not exactly warm)? My everyday routine of lipstick and precious little else wouldn’t exactly cut it.
This was my answer. And the chin shadow was totally intentional. Ahem. At least if my language went to Hades in a handbasket, my face would at least prove a good enough distraction.
Benefit Erase Paste (and lots of it)
Chanel Tan de Soleil bronzer
Chanel Rouge Noir lipstick