Charming people are especially delightful because they know they can get away with saying anything—so they do. If anyone else on earth had turned to me at lunch and said, “So what’s your problem? Where’s the makeup?” I would’ve swelled with indignation. But because it was charming person/makeup guru Dick Page, I laughed and I smiled and I twisted myself into knots trying to protest that I was in fact wearing concealer, mascara, et al.
“No color!” he insisted. He flared his eyes at me in challenge, then rose to show the assembled beauty editors new lipsticks that weren’t really lipsticks but stains, but more pigmented than stains ... Adorable, but far too bright and over-permanent for me. I daubed at a blush compact on the table, trying to spice myself up.
When he sat back down, he sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “Here. Look at me,” he said, and started with the lip stain—the hot-pink, aptly named Disco. It’s okay, I said to myself. This crazy stain will fade. “Smile!” he said, blotting it onto my cheeks. Panic. Blot, blot, blot. He pulled back and cocked his head to one side: “Perfect.” When I tell you this supercharged, hot-pink, long-lasting, wildly vibrant stain-thing makes you look gorgeous and alive and not like you have bright pink lipstick on your cheeks, it seems impossible, yet it’s true. The bonus, if you’re like me—too lazy to bother with blush in the makeup bag—is you get both with this one tiny, charming vial.