Wooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! This was a day like no other. The beginning of this year has surpassed my expectations so far. You see, I am just another one of those chicks who sat down to revise yet another unrealistic New Year’s Resolutions list. Normally I would bin my New Year’s Resolutions by now after having disappointed myself, or maybe even revise a new, belated list of resolutions if I still have the slightest ray of positivity left in me. But wow, here I am now, strangely still afraid to call myself a makeup artist, but I am.
So I made it through the trial for Fashion Week. I don’t know how, I’m still little dazed and very much so lost. I can only describe my current situation as a jungle with no trail behind or in front. I don’t know where I will be by the end of this year and I don’t know if tomorrow will be another successful day either. I don’t even know how the hell I got here! Really, how did the thought of makeup artistry come about again? I really don’t know. All I know is that my creative journey has already begun and I’m enjoying the ride. I love that I don’t know what tomorrow brings. It’s so scary, but thrilling at the same time. Tomorrow could be anything and that’s the beauty of it. I’m just living in a world full of ideas, anticipation and hope and the feeling is so freeing, especially knowing that just recently, I was standing backstage at the Krystof Strozyna Show, full of incredibly tall models, talented artists and enthusiastic photographers.
Yes, there was craziness, madness and stress all around. When I first entered the building, everywhere I passed was so calm and relaxed and I was surprised by this. Shouldn’t there be more noise? More rush? More of everything? Even when the first few models arrived, there was still no drama. But boy, was I not disappointed when the hours passed. All of the models eventually arrived, some were late from a previous show, the makeup artists started rushing about, the hairstylists started to talk a lot louder, the models were taken away now and then, photographers trying to squeeze into any space for a decent shot, flashing lights all around, organisers came into hurry everyone, the models started running in their heels…now this was what I expected. In the end, everyone did their job. The hair was perfect. The makeup was flawless. The styling was complete. The rehearsal was fine. And the show was on time with a successful performance.
So that’s the life of a fashion makeup artist. Working calmly in a crazy environment with a time limit, working alongside other people and collaborate as a team, and using your initiative – do anything to make the show successful. That was all that mattered. After all the hours of hard work, the drama, the rush, the shouting, in the end the show was the pearl. And the role of a makeup artist…is to make sure you work with everyone else to make the show a success!
Did you guys spot Tammi Nguyen in the video? If not watch it again but don’t blink or you’ll miss me