Quotes About Makeup

A man without makeup is like a cake without icing.

I see a lot of girls whose concealer is way too light, or their foundation is way too dark, or I can see when their neck and face color don't match. I think it's very important to find the right foundation and concealers and the right brands that really complement your skin.

As much as I love make-up and the creativity behind this, the Internet can be a horrible place, and sometimes, with so much negativity and hate, it's hard.

I still get nervous when I have a lot of makeup on, a big hairdo, and a dress.

I love the light-brown shadow I made with Colourpop. It's a nice matte and neutral color that gives a bit of definition on the lids.

I'll never give up my Dior mascara.

I never take my makeup off.

If I like a make-up artist's look, even if nobody knows about her, I use her. New people give me energy.

I've just been taking care of my skin even more since I have the extra time at home, which makes it really easy to commit to my routine. I've also been trying new things, including makeup for days I want to do a little more.

That's how I started. I moved to New York City, and I was a makeup artist.

I do sleep next to my makeup because I don't want any makeup nightmares.

I've learned more from makeup artists in my nine years of modeling than from my mother. She always told me not to wear any makeup. I try to keep my skin and hair clean and give them a rest when I'm not working.

I have makeup that I can do in 15 minutes, 10 minutes, or five minutes, depending on what I'm doing that day. On a day when I'm shooting, it's 15 minutes. Five minutes is when I'm running around that day, and it's no big deal.

I remember early on, in my very, very early days, I had a makeup artist tell me that I needed to get an attitude. I had no idea what he was talking about.

When it comes to our makeup artist asking me, 'So, what do you want today?' I'm like, 'I don't know.' I have no idea what I want that day, or I just go with what I feel.

When I started doing makeup, I had no intention of doing drag.

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

How she looks is watered-down. How she looks is disappearing. How she looks is erased. Don't stress, she says. This is just me not wearing any makeup.

El maquillaje puede ser una falsedad, pero no si todo el mundo lo lleva. Si todo el mundo va maquillado, el maquillaje se convierte en en la manera en que son las cosas. Y que es la verdad sino la manera en que son las cosas?

Sure, Desdemona, at the receptionist's age, and seeing some poor woman in a second-hand gown and a plaster-cast of makeup to cover the encroaching menaces of age - wouldn't she have shot the same withering glance?

What if you didn't have time to draw them on one day? Or what if it rained and your eyebrows started dripping off? Hopefully her eye pencil is waterproof.

But I am beginning to understand about the dignity and the art of wigs and the makeup. This small, everyday attentiveness of eyebrow pencils is perhaps a picture of the very sort of bodily care our embodied God would have us cultivate, weather in illness or wellness, whether our bodies are in the throes of ecstasy or the throes of pain.

Weekday morning routine: Take shower. Assemble perfect outfit. Apply makeup. Pull hair into bun. Secure with glitter pencils. Accept twenty-dollar bill from Dad. Pick up latte and creamy chocolate brioche from cafe. Drive to school the long way. Listen to sad music way too loud. Nab choice parking spot under tree.

I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts.