Alie let me watch as, before our shoot began, she put on her make-up.
Reminds me of when I was a wee boy, and my mother would go through her own make-up ritual.
She called it “putting on my face.”
And I suppose, ever since, the process has always fascinated me, watching as people cover up what they perceive to be their faults.
Having seen Alie before she put on her make up, I think I can say with some certainty that while she does look ever so beautiful with it, she was no less gorgeous without it. And had I been able to do so without causing a rip in the time-space continuum for suggesting something so outside the norm, I would’ve asked her to go without any make-up at all.
Maybe I’ll work up to that.
