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The Style Of Red (Oh So Decadently Hip)
By Allison, Guest Writer |Email| |
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Last night I watched on screen as a beautiful homicide detective investigated a brutal crime scene. Blood poured out all over the linoleum flooring of the victims’ kitchen, bullet holes were pegged and numbered in the walls, and shattered glass crunched in the stone tiles of the foyer. Our detective was firing questions at the officers on the scene; she was intense and demanding, her whole being engaged and alert. |
All the while, she displayed the most alluring, intoxicating pair of crimson red plush lips.
I was distracted by her red lips gracefully moving to speak hard words like “murderer” “victim” “splattered brain matter.” Somehow these dirty words dropped over her perfectly lined deep scarlet lips and became glamorous. Murder scenes became a catwalk, a mysterious and sensual backdrop to pedestal this mouth. The beauty and command of a dagger red painted kisser is palpable. It stabs you.
I then realize I am only half listening to the story of this episode. (And I am a writer so it takes a lot to keep me from listening to the words.) It is not the plotline, but these defiant lips that have me glued to the set. Our svelte detective is hammering accusations this way and that, yelling, pressuring witnesses, piecing together this hideous triple homicide. And I am curious what her lipstick would look like with a navy blue suit or gray pencil skirt.
Red lips are not the same as a red bag or red high heels. They are on your skin. They are stained artfully on your face as though you are allowing a secret part of you to be exposed. When done just right they create an exquisite you. A sexy chic perfect image. They are brazen power on even the most delicate face. Candy-red lips somehow make it sexy to fax contracts, edit paperwork, sip stale coffee in the board room. One luscious tube of Cranberry Crush transforms a 9 to 5 job from mundane to high drama.
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A crisp white collared shirt and hair gently tousled back is prim and professional. But defiantly slapped in the center are red lips, crafted so desperately perfect in their shape and shade as if to toy with power and poise. They create the aura of a lady who walks half dressed into the room, without shame, and no one can even mention it.
Red lips are the definition of glamour. They are as fresh and vibrantly hip as they are old Hollywood sophistication. Even under a baseball cap, chewing gum, bright red lips come as a flirty surprise; all the harnessed glory of a tomboy drizzled onto a lovely mouth. |
That gorgeous red warmth slid all over parting lips is temptation glaring like ice. It is indulgence and light at once. The bold sassy classic woman who dares to wear them on a first date, to the market, in the rain, to the coffee house, is someone very special. She is elegance.
Her whole life, every clip and scene, is red smoky drama. Even as she sips and spills her latte, it’s as though she is commanding an intriguing plot. Her spicy lips delivered and served up on her chin like dark chocolate cherries or the first smooth sip of the finest boldest wine.
As my new favorite detective wraps up the details of this hideous pulsing felony, I finish my merlot and head for bed. Feeling empowered myself, I stop in my bathroom and rake through a cosmetic mine of silver, gold, and purple tubes to find the closest thing I own to Smashing Red lipstick. After all, every once in a while we hip chics need to indulge our sultry side. Even if the only place we take our red velvety diva selves is the cube behind the fax machine.
- Allison -
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