As you may recall, this weekend I did the makeup at a local fashion show, Gravity OKC. It's been a really long time since I've done high fashion makeup, so I was a bit nervous. I came prepared with my tackle box jammed with every tool I though I might possibly need (read: I was overprepared). From the second I walked in the door, I was doing makeup. The bitch of it all was that it was extremely hot out that day and the place had no airconditioning! There were a bunch of fans around that served no more purpose that to idly blow around the warm air in the building. The room in which I did makeup was tiny and poorly lit, but I rolled with it all.
I put in a Herculean effort not to drip sweat on the models. I think only one of them was a real model and, goddamn, she was gorgeous. Being around models tends to make us normal folk feel a little plainer and a little worse-for-the-wear, and truly, my self-esteem took a beating. I did very dramatic eyes - some of the looks I pulled straight off the fall runways. I don't think any of the models liked their makeup (except for maybe Donnie, who was a totally cool chick). I was a tiny bit offended because these models weren't even real models and probably weren't too keen on high fashion looks anyway, but now I'm just sounding like a total bitch, right? I was feeling pretty insecure about it all, but when describing to other professionals about how the models were Complainnosaurus Rex's, I learned that this is almost a universal theme. Apparently, I'm told, models NEVER like their hair or makeup. I regained my confidence when told this and also when I realized that I know what I'm doing and I'm a professional. I shook off the bad vibes and just did my job and the results were phenomenal! The best part is, the girls who put on the fashion show loved it. One of them wants me to be her makeup artist when she does hair shows and a few more of them are interested in booking me for their weddings. Bonus!
I also networked with every fashion/art person there and gave out my card to everyone! Usually, I feel like a tool handing out my card to someone and saying, "I'm a fashion blogger, journalist, makeup artist, personal stylist and photographer. Will you read my blog?" Derp. I got over it, though, and hopefully I've drummed up some more business for myself.
The fashion industry is designed to eat us alive. Faced with nearly unattainable standards of beauty, we put ourselves through hell to even proximate that standard. It's hard to find inner peace amidst the cutthroat, bitchy jungle of hungy young designers, critics, models and ensuing entourage. But, have faith! While it's nearly impossible to ignore the savage bellows of the beast that is Fashion, one can find confidence in their talent if they try.
Pics of the event to come soon. None have been uploaded yet.
This weekend I have my very first fashion photo shoot. I am doing the styling, and makeup for it and I'm shooting it myself! I'm nervous as hell, as I've never done this before, but hopefully the results are awesome.
*I also wanted to thank my dear friend Erin H. who came out to the show and acted as my assistant. She did a fantabulous job and was very helpful. Erin H. is the greatest!
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