Return of the MUA
Been a super hot minute
Let’s try this shit again…
Do you ever find yourself swimming in multiple-choice paralysis soup? I do.
Maybe it’s a Gemini thing, or a seventh house in Libra thing, or just a full moon frenzy? It’s when there are just too many god damn options in my massive, sprawling makeup bag and I can’t decide which nude lipstick to wear, so I wear nothing instead. Freckled and bare, perpetually confused.
But then I got some much needed guidance and inspiration and found my way back through the wild woods of LA, back to this very page! Time after time, lol. Yep, this shit happened yet again and for that I am still filled with gratitude. Where would we all be without our real life spirit guides? Just adrift in a sea of too many nudes.
So here we go, gonna try this shit again. But this time I’ll be more consistent and share a bit more about what really go’s on behind the chair of a celebrity makeup artist. It’s not all rainbows and red-carpets, sometimes it’s just my own hot take that isn’t super well known or that expected. Sometimes it’s a rant or two about beauty marks and freckles and how people need to chill out a little on the filler. Pillow faces begone!
Sometimes it’s stories about loss and how I held on for dear life when things didn’t go as planned. Sometimes it’s just me driving around in hellish LA traffic, doing makeup in these iconic Hollywood homes and laughing at all of the silly little things that we all do. Yes, ALL of us.
Sometimes it’s about love and all of the magical things that it brings, usually when we least expect it. This Substack time I’ll be more in touch (but not constantly), I’ll be less afraid because I’ll wear my most favorite Pillow Talk dupe, while I’m writing. It’s just less confusing this way.
xx, Bria
