The clocks have changed, late afternoon darkness is upon us, and it is only a matter of weeks before your skin will start to look tired and sickly, even if you’re mainlining as many vitamins as I am. You surely know what I’m talking about: that sort of exhausted pallor that descends come winter, seeping through your bronzer, adding a hint of grey, a touch of Colin from The Secret Garden to the proceedings.
We all know that, in an ideal world, said loss of glow would be tackled at the root, with exercise and lots of veg and maybe a lovely holiday in the Caribbean where the only thing to do is recline and read a good book, but the soggy sad fact of the matter is that sometimes popping on some reliable make-up is the only option. And maybe, just maybe, looking better will act as a placebo, prompting a little natural radiance thanks to the reassurance of looking less peaky. Even if it doesn’t, at least nobody will ask if you’re in need of a lie-down.
