Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2012

The Lightbulb Moment

Have I always had a fascination with makeup? (apart from lipgloss of course) I didn't think so. My mom was never a big makeup wearer, neither are my sisters. I hardly ever wear makeup. If you see me with mascara and eyeliner on then I'm probably going somewhere important. If you see me wearing foundation too well then I'm probably meeting the Queen of England!

I see your confused faces...'but what kind of a makeup artist doesn't wear makeup?' . You'd be surprised. Most people expect us to show up at shoots with 5kgs of makeup on our faces, multi-coloured hair, leather pants/leopard print and a lot of facial piercings. Oh the so-called glamorous life. When we do arrive looking very normal and with minimal (if any) makeup on, we get a panicked 'are you the model??' No, calm down. Yes initially it's a bit offensive that they reel in horror at the thought of you being the model, what do you mean I don't look like a model?!?! But after a while you realise that the picture in people's minds of makeup artists is insanely far from the truth. Most makeup artists don't wear a lot of makeup. Maybe it's because we spend so much time making other people pretty that we can't be arsed to do it ourselves or maybe it's just because most makeup artists are natural beauties and don't need makeup (told you we could be models!!!) I guess the saying holds true, the mechanic's car is always broken! Oh, and the leopard print obsession is definitely a makeup artist thing.

Back to me. I never thought I had a fascination with makeup until I stumbled across this old photo the other day...


YIAYIA SOPHIA!!!! A lovely old Greek lady that we were family friends with.

As soon as I saw this picture a flood of memories came back to me, and along with those memories I could actually smell her. What did Yiayia Sophia smell like? Makeup, powder and cigarette smoke. Then it hit me *LIGHTBULB MOMENT* this old lady is the cause of my three weird obsessions!!

1. Smelling makeup: I always smell makeup. It is virtually impossible for me to open a tube of mascara or a lipgloss and not smell it. The same ones. Every time. Yiayia Sophia's daughter was working for some or other cosmetic counter and my sisters and I would regularly receive tons of makeup liberated from said counter. The one time we actually received a part of the counter, a whole section of a plastic display shelf complete with embedded testers, only an old Greek lady could manage that!! I must have been about 6 at the time. Every time she would come for a visit she would bring makeup. I remember one elaborate visit that included a real olden day suitcase full of makeup and polystyrene heads (for applying makeup on),hats,scarves and other unwanted items that us three little girls thought were the most precious and valuable things we had ever owned. Yiayia Sophia always wore makeup,she's the only person I remember from my childhood that did. My memory of first smelling makeup is definitely a Yiayia Sophia memory. A lady who always wore makeup and always brought us makeup. That old lady was makeup personified for us.
2. Old people skin: I have confessed to loving old people skin before. When I saw the photo of her I immediately remembered Yiayia Sophia's soft wrinkly skin. It felt like powder, it smelt like powder. Her skin was so old, so soft. I remember her big arms hugging me and loving the feeling of being wrapped up in all that old squishiness. Wipe that disgusted look off your face and stop judging me!
3. Cigarette smoke: I have never been a smoker. But I love the smell of smoke. I love the smell when someone first lights a cigarette, it smells like burning candy floss, in a good way. I love the smell (and taste, but I most certainly can't attribute that to the granny!) of cigarettes on a man's breath. Yiayia Sophia was also the first person from my childhood that I associated with smoking.

Makeup, old people skin, and cigarette smoke. Told you they were weird obsessions!

I never realised how much of an effect Yiayia Sophia had in my life *nostalgic moment*. And in a bizarre twist many years later, my goddaughter's name is Sophia! Sophia is now 6 years old, and her mother wears minimal (if any) makeup. Coincidence? Maybe I need to be her makeup role model!! Yes! It all makes sense now! I hereby pledge to be Sophia's Yiayia Sophia. Fear not though, I am not about to start smoking or give up Botox!


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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I'm no elf but I work on Christmas Eve

The so called glamorous life of a makeup artist often sees us working at times when we shouldn't, like Christmas Eve. I did makeup for Bronwyn and her daughters, they were hosting Christmas dinner and this family always goes all out no matter what the occassion. They are great to work with, they always have a fully stocked bar and they never let your glass run dry... my kind of people! .... this is the SPARE fridge, just in case!

Misery loves company so I was thrilled that Shane was the chosen photographer for the evening, hey if I'm gonna work then someone I know had better be working too. And Shane isn't just someone I know, he is my gay husband's husband, Days of Our Lives! Shane and I both invited him to join us as Bronwyn's family are cool like that, but he ditched us for some stupid online gaming thing, on Christmas Eve!! It was really nice though cause I've never had the chance to spend time with Shane alone, he normally leaves us girls to chit chat. In between working we had a long talk about religion and life, really interesting stuff....is it legal to marry my gay husband's husband? Hmmm I think I should schedule separate visits with each of them from now on!

The only downside to having Shane and his fast fingers there was getting caught pretending to make out with a giraffe, and then being forced to pose for a proper photo! I hate photos of myself!


Holy mother of dwarves my skin is snow white!!

Christmas in this house is more fun than most. Even the Christmas stockings are more fun!

There was also a mobile bar with a cute barman who put on a great flaring show which I totally interpreted as lets-blow-this-popsicle-stand-and-go-live-on-an-island. My hands kept being given yet another fancy cocktail so I didn't manage to get a pic of him (that's not a good enough excuse I know!) but Shane has plenty pics from that night, I just need to make a note to nag him and update this post accordingly (don't hold your breaths people...look, a pretty flower in my drink...see how distracting it is, even you forgot about the cute barman for a second!)

So what does a dad who has everything want for Christmas? A piano that plays itself of course! Super cool right? Let me tell you, when you walk into the room and no one else is there and the piano is playing itself you start believing in the Ghost of This Is Your Last Christmas! What the hell is in these cocktails?? I think the barman is trying to get me drunk!

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Friday, April 8, 2011

Bring the lamb to the slaughter

I have arrived! Again.

My friend Janine posted this on my facebook wall:

Just so you know Miss Stavvie with the always amusing status updates, that when its time for bring a girl child to work (for job shadowing) that you have no choice, you will have Jordan with you - my child is determined to be just like you when she leaves school, lip gloss whore and all! You have a lot to answer for Stavroula! (that last part was said in my best grown up tone!)



Erm Janine... YOU have a lot to answer for!!! Tee hee!

Friday, March 26, 2010

I have arrived

When I arrived at the shoot this morning the model greeted me with this: "Hi, I'm also a makeup artist, and I'm very fussy, it's just that I know what works with my face"....eek... the pressure!!!! I was a bit nervous and had visions of her looking in the mirror and then throwing things at me.

I'm pleased to report that she was very happy with her makeup and so was her mom (and we all know mom's are the biggest makeup critics - their baby was born gorgeous and perfect and doesn't need all that muck on her face - sounds just like your mom doesn't it?). I wasn't entirely convinced, most people are just too polite to say if they don't like the makeup, but our dear darling lovely model told me that I am the first person in a very long time who has done her makeup and she's been happy with it, and she took my number so she can refer work to me (the ultimate compliment!). So yes ladies and gentlemen, it certainly feels as though I have arrived *gives herself a pat on the back*

Maybe my sociable and charming personality renders people incapable of seeing flaws in my makeup? Maybe it's a superpower? Maybe Wolverine wants me to have his babies?....... see what happened right there? You were so enthralled with my maybe's that you didnt even notice my eyeliner is skew!

Maybe it's talent, maybe its personality, potatoe, potato.... either way I still feel like I have arrived, did I mention that?

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

I hate photos of myself


I really hate having my picure taken, it just feels so corny, say cheeeeeeeze!

Ignore the unruly eyebrows, the wild blush, the lazy eyes and the red lips (first and probably last time you'll see me with red lips, my generation is all about a dark smokey eye and nude lip - why do mua's never say eyes and lips? smokey eyes and nude lips is good grammar and a full face, smokey eye and nude lip is really just bad education and half a face of makeup!)

I had many, many, many, when I say many I really do mean a lot, of caiparinhas in me when this pic was taken. It was the first day I had ever worn really red nail polish and the peanut gallery was trying to convince me to wear red lipstick. I wouldnt budge until Mike the barman (complete with feather boa and stories of life in South America) started pouring caiparinhas down my throat. Anyhoo somehow I was part of a bet that saw me in red lips being photographed by Nick who was wearing fishnet stockings and gold heels..... what the hell was in those caiparinhas??? Add 2 drunk models and you have a ridiculously fun shoot.


For anyone thinking its a half decent pic of me have a look at the before pic, god I love photoshop! and omg I need to save up for surgery on those undereye bags, jeez they are more like trolleys than bags!


You can read the full story at http://www.modelbase.co.za/forums/8_3854_0.html, good times!


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Me Me Me!

So I realise I should have started the blog with this post but oh well.

No I didnt grow up wanting to be a makeup artist. I didnt know I was interested in doing makeup until the age of 24 (okay 28 but who's counting and besides Linda Mason also only started at 28 and she's super famous now... erm, okay so she's super famous to some makeup artists not super famous like Brangelina).

So how did I become a makeup artist? I had a lipgloss addiction, a Dior lipgloss addiction, a very expensive lipgloss addiction, and I was bored. My real job was managing a model marketing agency, it just seemed like a good idea to do something creative that would also be useful for events and photoshoots I was booking models for. So I chose makeup artistry.

I originally wanted to sign up for an intensive week long course but somehow got convinced to part with 3 times more money and study for 6 months instead..... good thing they were dealing classes not drugs.

Fast forward two years later and I have a pretty darn good portfolio and a fab website www.stavmua.com (yours truly did most of the work creating that website, just the logo and background aren't my work...they are Johann Marx' work). I have worked with many photographers and models, I have done tons of work for free, I have done a fair amount of paid work, I have received glowing references and yet some days I wake up and honestly think I know nothing about makeup :-S

I have been through a I-hate-girl-makeup phase. It was at the time when we were doing a lot of boy makeup shoots and girl makeup just seemed sooooo boring (yes working with gorgeous boys with gorgeous bodies was far more captivating than doing just another natural look on a pretty poppie). Very few photographers are willing to shoot boys so I'm back to doing girl makeup and actually enjoying it *makes a note that Johann owes her a lot of boy shoots*

I am currently going through a am-i-good-enough-phase. Sure my portfolio is great but is it because my work is great or because I have worked with great togs and models?


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