As a child I loved to play with my grandmother’s makeup. How many years have passed, and some of the little things from her dressing table have settled with me. These are cosmetic products that were invented not even in the past, but in the nineteenth century.
Ran through the supermarket, saw the mascara, as my grandmother was – they were called still samoplyuykami. Because it was necessary to moisten the brush, and then to move it around the carcass bar. In the wake of childhood memories I bought, the price is ridiculous – a little more than 20 rubles.
I tried and wondered, the result was no worse than that of my beloved Le Volume de CHANEL. In one layer, the cilia are black, divided, long. Two layers give very noticeable eyelashes, the so-called drama effect. Mascara is not smeared and not showered. If you twist the eyelashes, the bend will hold endlessly.
But I do not use it. Why? Everything would be fine, but if you rub your eyes, fall under the rain or cry, the drama in your eyes becomes a real tragedy. As part of the carcass soap, when it hits the eye, it burns incredibly simple.
At the same time, mascara components such as beeswax, sage wax, rosin, and castor oil will be useful for cilia. It is impossible to think up a more natural composition.
My granny had all the colors that were released at the time: light, peach (pink) and tan. She mixed them to get the perfect tone for herself.
A dozen of her unpacked boxes were very useful to me while studying at drama school, where we used it for stage make-up. In ordinary life, I would not wear it: the grinding is coarse, and it is still visible on the face.
But I take pleasure in using modern crumbly powders. Just recently, the Pupa Newsletter is over, now I want to try something new.
Perfume Red Moscow
Oh, just do not wrinkle noses! At my grandmother on the pier glass these perfumes were poured into beautiful crystal bottles with ground-in lids. Grandmother very skillfully wore these perfumes, and a mile from her never smelled.
Did you know that these perfumes were created in 1913 by a French perfumer for the Russian empress? After the revolution, the recipe went to the factory New Dawn and the spirits began to call not the Bouquet of the Empress, but Red Moscow.
This is a chypre floral aroma. In the pyramid of bergamot, neroli, ylang-ylang rose, jasmine, cloves, iris, vanilla and tonka beans. But judging by the reviews, the fragrance from party to party is different. How lucky: a carnation can bulge, and only flowers can be heard.
I bought them for memory. Unscrew the cork and sniff. But somehow, in order to breathe, she applied them like a grandmother: half a drop on her wrist, her wrists touched the elbows. After 10 minutes, citruses and cloves evaporated, and the skin remained tender flowers with a note of powder.
Especially good flavor in the cold. But I do not bring it to the people, this is my pajama flavor. Calm and cozy.
Red Moscow I have already forgotten to think about the existence of these spirits, called Red Moscow,
when sudden memories of them turned my life around.
Once I went to a friend who, in difficult years, from a graduate builder turned into a photographer, and thought: And why are some photographers now called a photo artist?
What kind of prefix is such an artist, and without this prefix what, the photo will not work, or what?
Black and white images of the actress Vera Kholodnaya, the faces of the murdered imperial family, the black banner over the Reichstag were swimming in my head …
Although over the 20 years of perestroika, or rather the experience of survival under the rubble of the last collapsed empire, after the army of managers, distributors, promoters and merchandisers, the Russian word artist even somehow reassured.
This is me to the fact that my friend, to whom I was going, called himself only as a photo artist.
We had a long and calm conversation with him about the dried beds and fresh currents.
fine art, which undoubtedly includes the art of photography,
they sorted out color and black-and-white pictures, among which came sepia, when I,
completely unexpected, was struck by one photo, where on the old-fashioned dressing table,
being reflected in the swollen mirror, there was a dried rose in a porcelain vase, and next
a bottle of Red Moscow cologne, the same, with a glass glass stopper in the shape of a dome!
The bottle was half full, and it was clear that the light flickered in a dark odorous liquid …
and at a distance, there was a box of a case – tall, with white zigzags and a silk tassel on top.
Just like in my childhood.
I even clouded my head from a strange attack of nostalgia and, it seemed, already
sailed around the room and the recognizable smell of Red Moscow rose to my throat, once it was not
that fashionable, and the only, dear and decent spirits, signaling to the whole world that a holiday or guests came to the house.
In the New Year, the whole country smelled of Christmas tree, apples and – Red Moscow …
Tangerines were, but rarely, and oranges came to Rostov even later, in the seventies …