Friday Post: Three Takes On Naked

Whoa there, I mean make-up, ‘kay? The naked face. As in nude lipstick, beige eyeshadow, barely-there foundation. Sheesh, I do one tiny post about getting your kit off way back in November and suddenly I’m Linda Lovelace? Not a day goes by without someone reaching Something Purty through search engine terms like ‘black silky thong’, … Continue reading

Which Beauty Tribe Are You?

What with this being a real-time blog and all, I’m not quite ready to crack open the spring trends just yet. But until that heady day, here’s something rather lovely I heard this afternoon from MAC’s Director Of Make-Up Artistry Terry Barber, who apparently spent the last run of shows observing the fashion tribes at … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend

Can we get a shout-out for Saturday here, for it was then that (after weeks of fretting over my pale and drawn complexion) my glow finally got its mojo back. There’s been a lot of restoration work going on in my bathroom (all lovingly detailed here and here) but I credit Emma Hardie Amazing Face … Continue reading

Friday Post: Restorative Make-Up For The Morning After…

I haven’t drunk nearly enough this week for the following information to be truly useful so am relying on you to go out tonight and get utterly in your cups, just so’s you can give it a fair go tomorrow morning. And before you mention last Tuesday, I’m talking pink-eyed, pale-faced, dead-and-dug-up-again hungover, which unhappily … Continue reading

Friday Post: Kay Montano’s Daytime Red Lip

There’s something about a red lip in the daytime. While I’d rarely wear red in the evening, a quick whip of scarlet on a Saturday afternoon is a non sequitur of a make-up gesture that I really love – a little bit unnecessary, and remarkably cheering when you’re grubbing around in jeans and a jumper. … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend

Which of these makes me less of a beauty editor…cycling 55km to Kent and back in unfashionable trainers and ten year old jogging pants, or sinking a bottle of Rioja, a pumpkin risotto and an apple crumble in the pub afterwards? Whatever, I have a chapped face to show for it, and while the Rioja … Continue reading