I have recently become enamored with Marion Cottiliard (French bombshell, model, actress, singer in her own band…yes, yes, she’s got it going on…’nuff said) – mainly the look she was sporting in a recent Vogue issue. (You may find the link to the issue/spread
here.)
I decided I should try to copy ‘the look’. I took the magazine to my salon and asked if my stylist could recreate the hairstyle (the make-up would have to be on me and the clothes...well, spending $6,000 on a top just is not going to work with my economic restraints).
The young lady I’ve been going to told me that she could indeed do this for me and told me what would be needed for me to recreate on my own. (Something no other stylist has ever told me). She also said I had to go much darker with the color in order to make it look as rich and shiny. Since I seemed to be turning a bit blonde from all the highlights in my hair I was OK with this.
She did it. She pulled it off. I left that salon with my hair looking the same way as in the picture I provided. I was unable to go shopping for the make-up but I went home and surprised my husband who seemed to really like the new ‘do’.
The following day, I went looking for the cosmetics to complete the look. Let me tell you Dior cosmetics are very expensive. I got myself one of the lipsticks and I used it today. I usually am not one to rave and rant about make up. But this lipstick was just amazing - the colour and the feel were rich and silky – and the shade truly compliments my own colouring so I am thrilled. Unfortunately, the hair color (and I never thought in a million years I would ever utter these words)- is too red. It’s fake looking and so unfortunately, I have to go back to have my stylist adjust this. But I like the cut and I like playing with my hair now.
Why am I writing about this? I don’t know; partially because I find myself at times in the need of reinvention. I am not sure if this is a ‘woman’ thing or if men do this as well. I want a ‘do over’. Not with my life. Finding out I have sciatica (oh just stop whining Colette and stand up straighter mother would say...) has really put a damper on my spirits. I like movement. I like to be active. This pain is hindering me and so I think on some level, I needed to do something to make myself feel better. Even if it is just surface and cosmetic I think it helps me...
I don’t want to cross that line into the land of vanity. I have always felt that there is so much more to people than how they look. However, I find I like nice clothing, I like putting myself together and maybe, just maybe, that speaks to how much you care for yourself on the inside by trying to look your best on the outside.
...now about those clothes (*winks*) – anyone want to contribute to the ‘buy Colette a new wardrobe’ fund?
^_^
Labels: Fashion, Observations
