Since having jobs that involve meetings I’ve become accustomed to having to look presentable and some what professional on a regular basis. This is something my teenage self would be ridiculously shocked at as I spent the majority of my adolescent years lurking in the darkest corners of HMV in ripped jeans and band t-shirts and way too much eyeliner.
Now as I attempt to build myself a career that will keep me switched on and away from a mid-life crisis for as long as possible, I’ve come to terms with the fact that goth/punk/emo/grunge/metal Hev needs to pay the rent and be a business bad ass – whilst still holding on to elements of all those glorious teenage phases.
Anyway, how did this get so off track? I’m here to talk about make up…sheesh!
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