Dear God. I used to HATE being half way through hair and make-up and having a stranger poking my eyes with eyeliner. Someone behind me chewing gum and pulling my hair. Teasing it. Fluffing it.
Everyone would be talking about creative genius.
I was usually busting to go to the toilet.
But then. I dont know…. after I got over my sore scalp. And skin. And started getting into the trippy weird music. Once I had made the photographer laugh at least once, went to the bathroom, maybe even sometimes got a free coffee, I would remember.
This isn’t all thaaaaat bad.
Even if I do have a skirt around my neck.
Baby Matisse just saw this pic and commented “Wow, her eyebrows look beautiful. Can you paint my room that colour?”. That is all. xxx