Entries in San Francisco (2)
Being fair with pores large enough to been seen at ten paces, I am always on the prowl for products that both brighten and heighten the colour of my complexion and smooth over the pore-tastic finish of my face. My first tango with such powders happened during an impulsive shopping spree on my first trip to a Douglas chemist. I was entranced by the place -- like a French chemist with all the high-end beauty I could handle in one go.
During that trip (and rash dash for products), I purchased my first YSL lipglosses and a pot of Guerlain meteorites. I had once espied the latter product on the bathroom shelf in the house of two very glamorous north London Lesbians (where I also came across first flush darjeeling, in the kitchen, not the loo). It was far beyond my meager student means at the time, but my curiosity was piqued, to be satisfied several years later on that first trip down the aisles of Douglas.
Returning home from Douglas, I shimmied off the lid, swirled a brush within the latticed pot of luminescent balls and swept it across my cheeks, from nose to temple (pores being most visible, of course, on the cheek right next to the nose). Wait... where did they go!? My pores!? The skin was smoothed and had the most lovely, soft, uniform finish. I was hooked, for a while at least.