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The liberatory power of makeup

Lisa Eldridge’s first book, ‘Face Paint: The Story of Makeup’ is a reminder of human social obligations; of wanting to belong and feel accepted



This book review/feature was first published for The Hans India

"Makeup, as we know it, has only been commercially available in the last 100 years, but applying decoration to the face and body may be one of the oldest global social practices.”
London-based makeup artiste, Lisa Eldridge has added another shade to her palette of achievements with her first book, ‘Face Paint: The Story of Makeup’.

In ‘Face Paint’, the red carpet specialist with over 20 years of experience in the industry reveals the history of makeup, from Egyptian ages through the Victorian age and the golden era of Hollywood, and surveys the science of cosmetics for what lies ahead in it. She narrates a story tracing the origins of makeup to its development over centuries citing anthropological, psychological, evolutionary and sexual significances as she uncovers the answer …

Lizard on my Head - A Poem

What a day it is
When a lizard
Falls on your head?
A grown up lizard,
A fat lizard..
You touch it
With your finger,
Not knowing what it is
To discover a feeling stranger.

And it fell on my head,
I touched it in stead
Of jerking it away.
With a scream,
I punched it in a bucket
And jumped back like a rocket.
Stood in a corner, naked
When I should've bathed
How rude to attack in the bathroom!

How dare you lizard!
Now get ready for a blizzard.
Armed with the hand shower,
I moved a little closer.
It looked up at me,
With two beady eyes.
And I uttered a battle cry.
Turned the hot water on,
Marched ahead bravely,
Rock ON!

But the enemy
Sensed the heat,
And chose to retreat.
It made a clumsy jump
On the wall,
Yet didn't fall.
And it crawled uglily,
Up to the ceiling,
I stood staring
At it, with fiery eyes
Until it yielded;
Stopped staring back
And went away.

So, I won the first round,
But the lizard's dirty feel
Still hounds.
And hence, of that species
All are my enemies.

-Asra

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