Last week, I found myself in the unenviable position of hurtling straight from a facial to a last minute concert at Wigmore Hall carrying a tiny handbag into which I’d chucked a handful of make-up products without checking what I’d grabbed. Thankfully, my day job prepared me for this very scenario, and the advice of experts ringing in my ears, I made my lip liner triple as a lipstick, liner, and blush, while my hardworking brown kohl became a touch of contour and liner, then beefed up my brows.
This nature of living in a city – the frenzy, the things cropping up, the bumping into people you know unexpectedly – means beauty acts differently in town, needing to squeeze into the pockets of time and opportunities, while still being effective.
