For starters, how about that Marimekko collaboration with Target? I totally had my hopes up with that one. My stepmother was the opposite of the boring, G&T-drinking tennis-playing people I grew up with. She owned an art gallery and a crazy gift shop where she sold cool mid-century modern stuff, and she wore tons of Marimekko.
But there was no poppy print.
And the colors were either drab
or weirdly loud and all over the place.
People appear to have forgotten the Evil Side of the 1970s. But now this collection is giving us post-traumatic flashbacks.
Next, we have Urban Decay and their misguided attempt to color the world Naked. Here's a clue for you, Urban Decay: everyone else in the world already has all the Naked (nude, starkers, bare, raw, unclothed and disrobed) makeup they need.
Stop me if you've heard the one about the lady from New York who moves to Boston. She asked one of her new acquaintances, "Where do Bostonian ladies buy their hats?" And the new acquaintance replied. "Bostonian ladies have their hats."
Exactly. Everyone HAS their Naked palettes. Even I have two of the goddamned things. But the Urban Decay Naked Vault keeps wafting back into stores. Who could possibly be said to need even one Naked palette at this point, let alone all six?
|All the Naked eyeshadow palettes you could ever want, and then some. $180 at Ulta.|
Wow, it's lucky I'm not trying to sell ads on my blog, because seriously, what idiot would place an ad with me? Where's my consumerism? What's wrong with me? THIS IS AMURRICA!
OK, I'll lighten up.
I don't want to buy them, but this, from the Gap website, is mesmerizing.
They're selling it in the States. Maybe I'll buy some. There. I hope you're satisfied.
p.p.s. Happy Mother's Day to you, your Majesty.