I’ve never had a chance to work consistently with a beauty client — nothing more than ghostwriting buyers guides and roundup posts. But, I have always felt that food and beauty are so much the same in the way they tease cravings through color, texture, and shape.
Good makeup just looks mouth-wateringly yummy. My perfume-free, sensitive skin life feels like a diet from the most visually-indulgent products.
The peak of makeup indulgence is lipstick, in all the deepest, milk-chocolate shades that I lusted after from my pre-teens. Red is always sexy but, chewy, brick red is unstoppable.