Meet M.A.C. Studio Sculpt SPF 15 Foundation. Now prepare to genuflect and worship.
Before I start this propaganda effort, I should probably begin by telling you about the first time I was actually allowed to take a bus in Perth by myself. It began by me waiting at a bus-stand, getting on the bus, getting off the bus, and making my way to my destination (Westralia Square). Amazingly simple and uncomplicated. I wish my mother thought the same.
Anyway, I met my mother at her office, then while she did some bank stuff, I waltzed over to the end of Hay Street Mall where the other store of MeccaCosmetica was located. To my dismay, even they did not have the Stila Smoky Eye Palette in stock. Now I have to scout Melbourne; but even my beloved city might not have it.
My mother caught up with me, and I dragged her into David Jones so I could finally, finally get M.A.C. She wasn't very impressed by my flourishing description of how M.A.C. was practically the Prophet of All Make-Up That Ever Was, Ever Is And Ever Will Be, but she took my word for it. I, of course, being me and in essence careful about what exactly I spend on, had researched every single foundation out there, narrowed it down to M.A.C., then looked up all of the seven or eight types of foundation they had, and zeroed onto Studio Sculpt.
So I told the MUA that I wanted Studio Sculpt, but needed colour matching, and she agreed (obviously). So I sat in a pretty black chair in front of one of those photoshoot sort of mirrors and let her pat away at my face, trying to find the perfect shade. She found it, and it was beyond perfect. I swear. (I'm going to skip the rave revies for the moment though.)
Even my mother couldn't deny that it looked fantastic. I decided to take advantage of that.
"So, Ma, what are you using now, Body Shop?" "Yes, how did you know?" "I saw the mineral foundation on your dresser. I hate mineral make-up, its too heavy and cakey," "Yes..." "You should get this M.A.C. foundation, Ma, I can barely feel like its there!" "Really?" "Yes, and it doesn't it look so good?" "Well yes, it does," "So you should get one!" "Umm...why not..." [mother seats herself in chair and asks the MUA to match foundation for her skin tone.]
And that was how I managed to get my mother to buy herself M.A.C. foundation. Turns out that our foundation shades are exactly the same, according to the MUA:
"It seems like your skin tones are very different, your mother's is more of a golden undertone, but you have much more warmth"
I'm not going to pretend I actually understand that, but okay. So my mother got herself foundation and concealer while I practically leapt for the foundation and their liquid eyeliner.
My make-up wishlist now looks like this: 1. Stila Smoky Eye Palette 2.M.A.C. Studio Sculpt Foundation 3.M.A.C. Penultimate Eye Liner 4.Philosophy Never Let Them See You Shine Velvet Touch Primer 5.Body Shop Eyeshadow Brush 6.Body Shop Foundation Brush
So, Priya, why are you so mad about this M.A.C. Studio Sculpt Foundation?
For a few reasons.
1. It feels as if I have nothing on my face at all. My former Body Shop make-up was a little cakey and heavy, and though I might not have looked like I was wearing a mask (I hope) I felt like I was wearing one.
2. It blends so perfectly well with my skin tone. All other foundations I have used or sampled, I could see the difference in the colour even as I diligently attempted to blend it into my skin. even with my Body Shop one, I always add a layer of dark pressed powder to ensure that it doesn't look fake.
3. It doesn't rub off that easily. I hate how I would put my fingers up to my face to brush a strand of hair of, and when I take my fingers away, the tips are stained with the colour of my make-up and foundation. And sometimes when I accidently brush against someone else's white sleeve, there's a telltale brown streak left behind. Not so with the Studio Sculpt. Of course my loose powder still smears sometimes, but not my foundation.
After all that, do you still need any more convincing?
welcome
priya!
a little bit gr33kish, off the beaten road.
falls through every promise and kisses every toad.
always on the wrong end of the rainbow.
