Rolling Stone magazine informs me that marketers of a brand of lipstick has appointed celebrity spokeswomen.
I am, quite frankly, mystified. Lipstick isn't for talking in, it's for pouting in. Talking is the the death of a really good lipline. Taking a sip of water at a press conference is the nail in the coffin.
The canvas for a good lipstick doesn't move. You don't do anything with lipstick. You either have a $60 kiss-me pout, or you don't. And you don't want to talk about your perfect pout under lights for an hour, because your pout will diffuse slowly across your face.
Actually, you don't want to kiss with a perfect kiss-me pout either. Noone can appreciate your steady hand and even application when you're smearing lipstick unevenly over someone else's face.
You don't touch, you don't listen, you don't converse. You are seen.
And besides, what is there to say about lipstick?
Last modified: 25 December 2002