Beauty trends have not typically been my bag. Give me a pair of mukluk booties or a skinny jean, and I’m sold. Beauty? I stick to the basics.
Until Amy Winehouse came along. Difficult as life has been for the poor lass lately, she has bequethed upon me an obsession: that bee-hive, that thick black eyeliner, that LOOK.
Certainly, the onus is on me to incorporate the rather over-the-top elements into my relatively classic attire. Its not a look for everyone, but I had a glimmer of hope that I could make it work.
The translations first started for me when I spotted Kate Moss in the August issue of Vogue. Her version of the ‘did was still a bit much, in pearls and a suit, none the less. It was really Duffy who showed me the way. Hers was a softer version: the teased bouffant subtle, the side-swept bangs more feminine.
Well, folks, with this much inspiration to work with, I gave it a go. Friday night, I picked up that comb, armed myself with hairspray and teased that mess of hair into the best damn rats nest its ever seen. Step one: smooth the rats nest. Step two: gather back and sweep to the side. Step three: black mascara. Lots of it. With wings to boot.
Reaction from husband? He’s not too sure what to make of it.
On to the first stop of the evening – cocktails at 205 Club in the LES. More nods and stares than I have recieved in a very long time. As a married woman, this is exciting. By nights end, I look at myself in the mirror, and that hive has stayed put, mascara still thick, all-in-all everything holding up quite well.
I am a convert – the bee-hive is my new best (Friday night) friend.