Linda Ripoll Page 1
Even though I may not readily discuss that I watch “The Hills” and know every character arc and plot twist, I have to admit that this final season is one to watch if you’ve never brought yourself to sit through an entire episode. I am not endorsing the show as a revolutionary concept in reality television. What I am interested in is the amazing exploration into self-hatred, body dysmorphic disorder, and addiction to plastic surgery that are the backbone of this show.
Makeup artists are a special breed. They live and die for glamour and work their fingers and brushes to the bone to create flawless faces that defy logic and reality. Whether they’re painting faces of top models who stomp down international runways or glamming up their celeb clients for paparazzi pics on Robertson Blvd, makeup artists are the masters behind some of the most beautiful women in the world and without them wielding their beauty brushes, we wouldn’t have anyone to covet, envy or obsess over!
You know times have changed when women are openly exposing their fakeness. We’re talking about the pre-packaged, deliciously decadent, beauty business fare. There was once a time when you would never admit to breast enhancements, four thousand dollar extensions and Hollywood spray tans that made you look as though you’d just gotten back from a stint on South Beach.
Experimentation seems to be the new rule — which means playing with color combinations and utilizing different textures to create something completely authentic and unique for each individual.