1000 DOLLARS WORTH OF MAKEUP
I told you about how I suddenly (yes, suddenly) left Sephora in New York. Two hundred dollars lighter. Suddenly. Well, that was last Saturday. And then Sunday plundered my bank account too. I blame Victoria Beckham. She always has her shows on Sunday and this time it was at Cipriani closet to Wall Street and after having attended Tome, I decided to check it out.
Madness on the streets as per usual with a herd of tourists all with one goal: a snap of them with Victoria and David with their selfie sticks. Since I’m no longer a stranger to the whips of the fashion industry, I made sure my Jérôme Dreyfuss was in full view, put my Tom Ford on my face and walked into the venue as if I belonged there. Let’s not forget that Cipriani is a restaurant in the first place.
I had a post-show mission. Victoria had teamed up with Estée Lauder and created a makeup line and I was allowed to interview her.
I saw Victoria, I saw Brooklyn and I could smell David. Victoria gave Brooklyn a hug and walked around in an impeccable outfit: wide linen pants in the color of whipped cream, paired with a wide white blouse, a small belt that was dangling down on the left side of her hip and sandals. Victoria, the woman who once said “I can’t concentrate in flats” wearing flats.
Victoria spoke about her collection. The four cities that inspired each look. London calls for a different makeup pallet than Paris and New York and Los Angeles have their own signatures too.
All of it looked so good. And she looked good. I suddenly couldn’t imagine a day without her products. The morning aura (a serum that gives you a fresh glow, even after a 12 hour flight), a rouge, powder, the lipgloss, the eyeliner. I had to have them. Sales would start on Tuesday in Bergdorf Goodman. Luckily I didn’t have to crash outside the place because my hotel was only two blocks away.
So when the alarm went off on Tuesday morning, the mission was Bergdorf. My makeup artist who frequently works with Sonia and Louanne from The Real Housewives of New York was working his magic on my face with Vicky’s new collection. I wanted all the products. And something for my mother too. “If you’re above three hundred, you’ll get a 25 dollar discount,” the sales lady said with a big smile on her face. “Have I already hit that amount?” I asked trying to keep a straight face and not showing any signs of shock. “Just a little over. A little bit.”
Apparently I’m not the only one who sucks at rounding numbers down as I swiped my card. 398 dollars in one quick blow.
Part II was a success. Another two hundred dollars to go…