The first words Taylor Swift sings at the beginning of her outrageously successful Eras tour concert emerge from perfectly-painted red lips - rumoured to be MAC’s Ruby Woo, which Swift once described as a “staple” - and at the end of that concert, as she sings Karma to her rapturous, friendship-bracelet festooned audience, that very same lipstick remains in place, perfectly-sharp arches still hugging Taylor’s cupid’s bow.
I know this not because I have already been to one of her hallowed performances but rather because I’m due to see HRH Tay Tay in this next wave of London concerts with some hardcore Swifties and, nervous that I’d be caught out as a fair-weather fan, I’ve spent hours watching the tour footage. I’ve enjoyed the music, sure - but my beauty editor’s eye always picks up on grooming details and the fact that the lipstick stays so faithfully put is noteworthy to me.
