Let me tell the story of these picture.
I wanted a professional studio shot for my LinkedIn profile and other social media. Some thing that didn’t say ‘selfie’ or ‘office Christmas party’. So while I was in England last year I decided to do just that. I had done a couple in Abuja a few years ago but they didn’t give me digital copies so they kinda got lost. Sad, they were quite nice.
So when I saw a deal on wowcher offering a full makeover studio experience worth well over £399 for £9 I rushed it of course. The hook was perfect. For this price they do your hair and make up give you pretty much all you can drink champagne and take your picture in 5 different outfits (and dozens of poses) and give you one digital print. After the appropriately staid media shot below I got a bit adventurous.
See – THAT’S what two and half hours of hair and makeup look like.
I’ve never spent more than 10 minutes in the morning on hair and makeup. Who had the time? I was a single working mother. Now that I have the time I lack the interest. I didn’t recognise myself after two and a half hours of hair and makeup. It was an amazing experience. I recommend it.
After 3 glasses of champagne and 2 hours with the broodingly handsome Italian photographer called Sergio I had to chose my Top 10 shots out of over 400. As I flipped through the shots I just dey wonder -“Who be dis chick? Na me be dat?” Some of those shots only but ever gonna be seen on my bedroom wall o!
I don’t look like this everyday. I can’t, I wouldn’t know how to but it was a rich experience and I enjoyed it. And its nice to know I could look just as hot as Halle Berry and Jada Pinkett if I could devote 4-5 hours a day. And I would if I was getting paid for it. We women are socialised to feel so insecure about growing up. This shoot was just what my ageing self esteem needed to fight the media images of perfect size 0 women aged 14 – 22.
The only thing that’s changed since the photo shoot is that I wear lipstick now. Well, sometimes. I’m still 10 kg overweight. I’m still a size Large (horror!) and my hair more often looks like a bird nest than anything so sleek and groomed but just for a few hours I was George Eliot’s ‘Lucy Deane’ instead of ‘Maggie Tulliver’.
I’m sure I’ll look at these pictures in 10 and 20 and 30 years time and be just as amazed. And my grandchildren will probably gasp in wonder and say “Babs! You used to be young!”.