This morning NYC came to ol' blighty - quite literally - and the effect was rather bedazzling
This morning NYC came to ol' blighty - quite literally - and the effect was rather bedazzling. As if news of L'Wren Scott debuting in London wasn't exciting enough, (all six foot seven inches of her; I still have the crick in my neck to prove it), she chose the utterly fabulous Bobbi Brown to head up the makeup.
Housed in the rather grandiose headquarters of the Institution of Civil Engineers, even backstage felt opulent (there's nothing like sky- high ceilings, gilding and huge Persian rugs to make you feel a tad underdressed.) When we finally stopped gawping enough to speak to the eponymous makeup artist, our surroundings suddenly made total sense as Bobbi explained that her brief from L'Wren had been Gustav Klimt during his 'Golden Period'.
What that translated as in makeup terms was a veritable feast for the eyes with a perfect canvas of skin (it's Bobbi afterall), and a painterly smoky eye (but given a modern twist by using two gold eyeshadows rather than the traditional grey or black). And just a note on the hair if I may, which was one of my personal fav's; afterall a cloud of frizz this light and fluffy deserves some respect even if you're a slave to the irons! The effect of the two together was as opulent as the clothes themselves. The question is, where did I park that 6 horse carriage of mine?
