My mother never went out without makeup. Once in Koktebel she jumped into the market, not having made up - it is a stone's throw from home - so she was approached by a woman and said, »Shame on you! You have no right to go out like this. » And Lyudmila Gurchenko she once said: »I do not have the right, it's part of the profession! You should always be divine. »
My mother did not go overdressed to the obscene, andonly with painted eyes and a little gloss on the lips. Red lipstick only remember the scene. She was beautiful without makeup. All the children say, »My mom is the most beautiful» - but I have a right to think so not because of the fact that she was my mother, but because it is true.
All childhood I remember my mother with long hair upblades. Later, she was always a penalty. But once we went with the Pope of Koktebel Feodosia meet her in Moscow. Come stand on the platform and the train suddenly goes some Gavroche and catches us. Hair cut like a boy, did not warn anyone. Surprise.
As a teenager, I took my mother's makeup: lipstick, mascara, blush, eye shadow. I do it secretly to a certain age. I always looked like she was painted, it is annoying, I remember. Now to my son just looks, and I know it well. Now just paint the lashes in everyday life. And before adored colored shadows. The bigger the job, the more makeup and opportunities to express themselves in it - therefore less a desire to make it in life. Once my friend that I was living, screaming, banging on the bathroom door, where I put things marafet: »Come out, Tsigal, you still have nothing to save!»
Ô de Lancôme
Favorite Mom fragrance - eau de toilette Ô de Lancôme. At some point it stopped producing, but dyutifri she has met, and mom, dad, all friends of the trips brought bottles. We still kept a few bubbles since. She had a lot of different flavors, but steady, »everyday», not for an important event, the smell, with whom I have been associated mom - it is this.
Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens
I'm also partial to the smell. Now very much like two flavors: Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens - buy it in the duty-free, because I'm afraid of fakes - and Ambre & Santal by LOccitane en Provence. These are grass-male odors, unisex.
Ambre & Santal by LOccitane en Provence
WITHOUT fintiflyushek
Koktebel - our small homeland, as they saygrandmother, Mirel Yakovlevna. My great-grandmother Marietta S. Shahinian was friendly with Voloshin and Marya Stepanovna - his wife - and often went there. It was such a poetic and artistic lair. Once, walking with Marya Stepanovna through the village, passing the great-grandmother bought a plot with a tiny little house of adobe bricks - this time worth as a pair of shoes in Moscow: »Mile at graduation.» That is my grandmother. The garden has grown, the house too. Like family. And my grandfather and grandmother were artists, all beautifully done. Grandfather, Victor Tsigal, except that he wrote and drew, was engaged in forging and even modeling. Everywhere they made things - the gate, lanterns, handles on cupboards, ceramic. And a lot of my grandmother image. Like many other artists, he often wrote to his wife, and inserted its striking profile in many of his works: how comic and serious. We have no question where to go in the summer - because the answer is obvious.
