I think London has a disproportionate number of good looking people.  I cannot claim to qualify this in any way, but go with me.   Especially the girls, and especially at my work – side effect of working in fashion I’m afraid.   So with this in my head, you can imagine my surprise when we’re all getting ready for our Christmas Party and they all parade out in so much make up I thought it must have missed a memo about the Drag Queen theme.

Black eyeliner was clearly the beauty item of choice; it was so liberally applied that even Amy Winehouse would have looked underdone.  Mascara, eye shadow, sparkles, glitter, pencils…  and this is still on eyes mind you!  Add to this skin, cheeks and lips and it’s quite a package.  I don’t think they’d ever heard of the don’t-wear-dark-eye-shadow-with-dark-lips-rule; which was a shame as it’s the only I know.

On the way to the party I held hope that my work buddies were some rare breed of Rupaul London Aliens, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach – I knew it wasn’t true.  I remembered all my stalkbook sessions checking out photos of my London friends at the time and thinking to myself “Geez, they are wearing a LOT of make up” – too much in my opinion; but what can you do?  It seemed the norm – I hastily applied my red lippy before slipping into the party.

And what do you think?  The music was pumping, the drinks were flowing and the lighting was dark and moody… and my Rupaul Aliens looked fabulous.  While the make up looked absolutely scary under the fluorescent lights at work; it worked a charm in the nightclub lighting of our surroundings.

Once again, I lose in my underestimation of Londoners, gotta be quick friends.