I believe my life would have been different if I’d had a mother who taught me how to apply makeup. Instead, I had a dear, brilliant role model who could have starred in a Fellini film, so terrible were her application skills. The lipstick was a slash of orange, the cheeks were two unblended red daubs, and as she got older and her hair thinned, she wore a hairpiece like a jaunty little cap. So I learned nothing—which may explain even at this late stage why I enjoy watching makeup tutorials. I’m as terrible as she is—when the going gets tough, the tough call Glamsquad—but still, I can spend hours poring over various tools, techniques, and vibes.
My unlikely go-to site is MasterClass, and currently it hosts three very different makeup gurus. It’s fun to find the one who best suits you. But be open. Who’s to say that a Bobbi Brown girl can’t have a RuPaul kind of day?
