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Fathers Day

Chris Evans x Reader Fic.

Notes: So this is my first reader fic. I decided to write this cause it Father’s Day!!!! Hope it lives up to your expectations. If you can, please please comment, reblog and message me about this fic or about anything else. Your thoughts and comments make my day :)

His mind was blank. Strangely empty of any and every sane thought. He was overthinking and not thinking at all. His head buzzed, heavy and tired with the activities of the day;  His muscles ached underneath his skin and he repeated his movements over and over again - rinsing the dishes with water and placing them into the dishwasher. The sound of running water had filled his ears, their pounding force creating an almost relaxing rhythm in his mind.

Glancing upwards, he eyed the clock that said it was 12:23 pm. Good God. He’d been awake for almost 23 hours now. Placing the last spoon and glass into the dishwasher, Chris turned the knob in the center, punched a few buttons and switched off the lights as the dishwasher roared to life, breaking his trance like state; pushing him back into reality, one in which he was absolutely terrified and lost. Hopeless. His buzzed thoughts cleared out, making way for fear, anxiety, confusion, haste. He was barely conscious of his movements as he moved around the ground floor of his house, switching off lights, picking up stray tissues and shoes, placing the remote controls back into the shelf, folding the soft, blue blanket. Checking the back door one to ensure it was locked securely, Chris started his ascent towards you as his footsteps guided him up the rich, cream carpeted staircase.

He could feel the air thinning as he moved up, making it harder for him to breathe with each passing second. His shoulders felt strained, as though he’d carried a ton of weight on them and walked here. His feet stopped on their own accord when he reached the upstairs landing. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, Chris walked towards your bedroom. Placing his hand on the door, he tentatively pushed it open, only to find that you weren’t there: the bed was empty; the bathroom door was open, no lights switched on. Sighing to himself, he turned to his right and walked a few steps to the door nearest to your bedroom. It was shut half-way, and he could barely hear a soft murmur from inside. Pushing the door open softly, he glanced inside, only to have the remaining few breaths left in his lungs snatched away.

There you were, in a corner of the small room, tucked into a large, comfortable armchair by the window. The room was airy, illuminated by the traces of sunlight that had managed to reach the window. Chris stared at you for a while, propping himself up on the doorway - because if he hadn’t? He was pretty sure he’d have fallen to his knees then and there. He’d seen you in a plethora of states. He’d seen you dolled-up, ready to head out for some party. He’d seen you fresh faced, without a trace of makeup, looking absolutely immaculate. He’s seen you in formal, red-carpet worthy dresses and sundresses and that gorgeous white wedding dress that you had hung in the back of the closet, neatly wrapped in a cloth cover. But this? He’s never seen you like this, looking so… serene. You sat in the sofa, covered by an old t-shirt of his and tights. But it wasn’t your carefree look, or your mussed hair that had caught his attention. No. It was your posture, your expression that caught his attention. It was what you held in your arms and the way you looked at it, that caught his attention.

Swaddled against your chest, Chris could barely make out the face of the little baby boy he knew was placed inside. Baby. Your baby. His baby. Our baby. Suddenly, he felt the urge to be there, beside you, looking over his son. He moved as quietly as he possibly could, coming to rest beside you, before dropping to his knees. You looked at him, your eyes connecting for a moment - a moment in which time seemed to halt. All Chris was aware of, was your beauty. How truly relaxed, calm and composed you looked. You shared a smile with him, eyes twinkling, before going back to your previous duty of simply staring and admiring your new baby. Chris leaned back a bit to observe you. You seemed… different. Not in a bad way, not in the slightest. No. You seemed changed. Gentler. Softer. Calmer. From the way you traced your baby boys’ cheek to the way you softly inhaled and exhaled, making sure to not disrupt your baby’s sleep. Your were so careful. Loving. And in that moment, Chris realized what had changed. You. You weren’t just his wife, or the spectacular professional that you were. No. Now you were a mother. The biggest role of them all. And it terrified him. He was scared. So fucking scared. His life wasn’t like usual dads. And he didn’t want to burden this tiny life now. Not ever.

He knew this was all real but he still had a hard time believing it. Come to think of it, just 4 years ago, when he hadn’t even met you, Chris had given up his dream of this life. Of a family that was his. And only his. But looking back at the two people he cherished most in the world, he couldn’t help the internal explosion of joy and love that had occurred. Never would he have thought he’d see this day. Him, married. Chris Evans, married and who now had a baby. A proper home, filled with various memoirs of your lives together: photographs and trinkets and even the curtains that you two had fought over for nearly 2 whole weeks. It all seemed so surreal, so…pure, that he didn’t know if he deserved all this. If he deserved you or that little bundle of joy.

Your hand weaving through his hair brought him back to reality. He looked up at you, wanting to say something but words failed him. You looked gorgeous. Simple as that. The scintillating, roaring fire that you were was now a softer, benevolent flame - one that provided comfort and warmth; protection and safety. Home. You were, are and will be his home. His source of truth. His faith even. You smiled again and moved to get up to place your baby in his bassinet. Chris watched your smooth movements, mesmerized by you once again.

“I love you y/n. I love you so much,” Chris spoke softly, forcing you to turn away from the bassinet and stare at him. “I… I want to say so much but… I can’t - I don’t know how to say it. You - you deserve to know how much I love you and how happy all this is making and I - I don’t know how to say all that I want to.”

You made your way over to him now, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the hard planes of his back that were so familiar to you. You smelled like flowers and baby powder, the scent making Chris lightheaded.

“You don’t have to say anything Chris. I know. I love you too.” you reminded him before reaching up to press your lips to his. Exhausted by the few days you’d had, you lay your head against his chest, maneuvering both of you so you could look at you baby again. Chris’ soft sighs and beating heart started to lull you to sleep. But you had one last thing to say to him.

“Happy father’s day Chris.”

And with that, all his anxiety, all his nervousness evaporated. It was real. All of it. No matter what happened in your lives, this moment, this joy was the only thing that mattered. He was a father, and as difficult as acceptance was right now, Chris knew he’d do anything to make sure he was a thumping good one. All around him, it seemed as though the grey faded; the white shone through, leaving behind pure elation - one in which you two basked in, feeling so proud and so so so very happy.

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Hatefuck - G Dragon [Playlist Series]

Originally posted by nelliel66

Summary: It’s always the same cycle with you two until you’ve had enough.

Genre: ANGSTY AF, maybe just a lil dip into smut

Warnings: Swearing, feels if I wrote this well enough

Next Song: Tumblr Girls - G-Eazy ft. Christoph Andersson DONE

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A/N: So this is the first song in the series. I also hate to say it but 3 Billion Dollars will be updated NEXT week. THANK YOU FOR 100+ followers! I couldn’t be happier with you guys. Well, anyways I hope you enjoy!

P.S. This is with orange hair comeback G Dragon and it so hot I can’t.

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You walked into the building. Everything around you screamed how expensive it is. You were too scared to touch anything, the fear of breaking and having to pay stopping you. The walls were a beautiful dark maroon color, completely contrasted the golden trim and the golden lamps. To make the setting even more extravagant, a glass chandelier hung from the high ceilings of the building. Everything was fancy, almost too fancy. Everyone had amazing, red carpet worthy outfits. Women wore gowns and dresses that either flowed perfectly around them or clung tightly to their waist and legs, showing off their assets. Men wore suits that gave them an elegant look that completed the settings aura of sophistication.

   Your felt middle class in a room full of high-class people who could spend two million dollars in the blink of an eye. Your eyes scanned over everyone, unintentionally looking for one person, and you regretted it when you did. Ji Yong wore a suit just like everyone else, but he looked like a prince. His recently dyed orange hair combed back nicely. Ji Yong was handsome, but his plus one was just as beautiful. She had long dark hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her dress was a bold red, standing out against her fair skin. She looked perfect for him, perfect for his image. His arm was hung on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

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Red Carpet Proposal

Author’s Note:: Here is the Andrew Imagine with lots of feels.

anasstark said:

Oh so you write imagines for Andrew Garfield? Awesome! I’m in desperate need of some fluff… maybe him and the reader being at the red carpet together for the first time and him proposing? Love ya 💋

You groaned in frustration, trying on yet another dress. You couldn’t find a dress that you liked and thought would be perfect for your first ever red carpet experience. Andrew had said that you would look beautiful in anything you wore. He always said things like this because he loved the way you looked in everything. You just laughed at the fact that he didn’t understand the mind of a woman. The memory brings a smile to your face, making the frustration go away for a few moments. You needed to call reinforcements. You call your best friend. She was a fashionista. She gave you insights, so you knew she could help your indecisive mind.

“Hey Y/N/N! What’s crackalackin’?”  Y/BF/N answered, it only ringing twice.

“I need help picking out a dress for the red-carpet event tonight.” You say, walking out of the store after saying a quick thanks to the workers for their help.

“You came to the right place. Where are you? I will meet you there.”

“Melrose. I just got out of Gucci. I will be heading to this new shop. Meet at Laddies?”

“Yes, I am here already getting my morning cup. You want your usual?” She asks, ordering already for you.

“I guess I do now.” You chuckle, walking towards the café. “I’ll see you in a few, love you.” You hang up and walk into the café a short few minutes later. Y/BF/N is sitting there, waiting for you at your specific spot you guys always sit at. She waves excitedly and pats the table.

“I am so excited to finally shop for a dress for you! Red-carpet worthy. Y/N worthy. Oh boy!” She is always excited when you ask for help with picking out dresses. You don’t wear dresses a lot so when you do, she is always so happy. Nice change in pace.

“I knew you would be.” You sit down, grabbing your drink and muffin. They had these delicious vegan banana muffins. You ate and chatted with her for awhile about your ideas of what you were looking for. She thought up some things and then decided the places you guys should go. The new place you wanted to go to will be the second place because she heard that they have beautiful dresses that are unique, just like you. You guys went to the first place. You tried on a few dresses but they just didn’t seem like you nor did they look right on you. You whined in frustration and buried your head in your best friends shoulder. She rubs your back.

“Girl, its going to be okay. We will find something.” You just nod and walk to the new shop. It had a nice atmosphere and looked elegant. But the prices were so great. You picked out a few dresses but tried on only one. A black one. It extenuated your curves and hugged your body. You were in love. It was perfect.

“I think I have found the one.” You say, turning towards Y/BF/N. She smiles wide.

“It is so you. Perfect!” You giggle and then get changed back into your normal clothes. Then you pay for the dress and go home with Y/BF/N. Andrew was out getting hit suit tailored to fit him better. It was a little small now that he was a bit buffer. You and Y/BF/N decided to do your hair and make-up. It was only about 2pm. You have 3 hours before you had to leave. So you wanted to be ready. It was about an hour later when Andrew came home.

“Honey, ‘m home!” He chuckles and walks into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“I’m in our room babe!” You were putting on your lipstick while Y/BF/N was finishing your hair.

Andrew walks up and leans against the door frame. “You look ravishing my dear.”

“I am not even wearing the dress yet.”

“What do I always tell you? You are beautiful no matter what you wear and what you look like.” He was such a charmer and such a romantic. You absolutely adore him.

“Oh Andrew, I love you.” You say, walking over, and kissing him. He holds you close.

“Are you excited?” He asked after pulling away.

“Yes, but I’m also nervous. What if I fall?”

“I will catch you.”

“You still have yet to catch me from falling for you.” You say cheekily.

“I don’t want to catch you from that. I can’t either. I am still falling for you.” He smiles and you hear Y/BF/N fake gag. You laugh at her.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” She says, before picking up her bag. “My work here is done. Tell me all about it tomorrow my love!” She kisses your cheeks and then walks out. You wave and then walk back to the vanity. You finish up your make-up and Andrew gets dressed. He slipped something into his pants pocket, but you weren’t paying attention. You slipped into your dress and do a 360 turn. You felt so beautiful. So powerful. Andrew was in awe. So much beauty coming from you. His breath caught in his throat.

“You look breath-taking my love.” He says, walking over to you. He plants a sweet kiss onto your lips. You can’t help but smile into the kiss.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Garfield.” He chuckles, checking the time.

“The limo will be here in 10 minutes’ babe.” He says, leading you out of the room. You grab your clutch and earrings. Putting them in while walking down the stairs. Andrew seemed to be nervous. Maybe he was nervous about the movie, he is always so great in his movies. Puts 100% into them. You guys pile into the limo and ride there hand in hand. Fingers intertwined. He was really nervous about something.

“Babe, you will do great. I know you always put 100% into your movies. You are a wonderful actor. I love you.” He smiles and kisses your temple.

“Thank you baby. I love you too.” He says, squeezing your hand for good measure. You guys finally arrived to the red carpet. You look out the window and saw the amount of people there. You got nervous, anxious even. You took a deep breath with Andrew. You kisses you to calm you both down. It helped a lot. With him by your side, nothing else mattered. You exited the limo with him when you guys finally got to the red carpet entrance. Andrew held his hand out for you to take, which you gladly accepted. You guys walks down the carpet, posing for pictures, and stopping for some interviews. This carpet was long as hell. You guys had stopped again for some pictures. Andrew had turned to you, both hands holding yours.  

“Y/N, you and I have been through so much together in the past year and a half. My love for you continues to grow on a day to day basis. You have showed me what love really is and what I can accomplish. You are my absolute best friend. The love of my life. I begin my day with you and end my day with you. I want to spend every moment with you. I want you to be mine forever. So I ask you this important question. Will you-“ He pulls a velvet box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” He just proposed to you, on the red carpet. In front of thousands of people. Millions even. You can’t contain your emotions, for you were tearing up. A few tears slipped. Thank god for waterproof mascara and eyeliner. You hand was on your mouth covering the shocked expression you had. You nodded furiously before really answering.

“Yes, Andrew! Yes I will marry you!” You scream in excitement. He slides the ring on your finger before standing up embracing you in a huge hug. You hug back and kiss his neck. He then kisses you so deeply, you swear you see stars.

Fathers Day

Chris x Reader Fic.

Notes: So this is my first reader fic. I decided to write this cause it Father’s Day!!!! Hope it lives up to your expectations. If you can, please please comment, reblog and message me about this fic or about anything else. Your thoughts and comments make my day :)


His mind was blank. Strangely empty of any and every sane thought. He was overthinking and not thinking at all. His head buzzed, heavy and tired with the activities of the day;  His muscles ached underneath his skin and he repeated his movements over and over again - rinsing the dishes with water and placing them into the dishwasher. The sound of running water had filled his ears, their pounding force creating an almost relaxing rhythm in his mind. 

Glancing upwards, he eyed the clock that said it was 12:23 am. Good God. He’d been awake for almost 23 hours now. Placing the last spoon and glass into the dishwasher, Chris turned the knob in the center, punched a few buttons and switched off the lights as the dishwasher roared to life, breaking his trance like state; pushing him back into reality, one in which he was absolutely terrified and lost. Hopeless. His buzzed thoughts cleared out, making way for fear, anxiety, confusion, haste. He was barely conscious of his movements as he moved around the ground floor of his house, switching off lights, picking up stray tissues and shoes, placing the remote controls back into the shelf, folding the soft, blue blanket. Checking the back door one last time to ensure it was locked securely, Chris started his ascent towards you as his footsteps guided him up the rich, cream carpeted staircase. 

He could feel the air thinning as he moved up, making it harder for him to breathe with each passing second. His shoulders felt strained, as though he’d carried a ton of weight on them and walked here. His feet stopped on their own accord when he reached the upstairs landing. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, Chris walked towards your bedroom. Placing his hand on the door, he tentatively pushed it open, only to find that you weren’t there: the bed was empty; the bathroom door was open, no lights switched on. Sighing to himself, he turned to his right and walked a few steps to the door nearest to your bedroom. It was shut half-way, and he could barely hear a soft murmur from inside. Pushing the door open softly, he glanced inside, only to have the remaining few breaths left in his lungs snatched away. 

There you were, in a corner of the small room, tucked into a large, comfortable armchair by the window. The room was dark, only illuminated by the faint traces of moonlight that had managed to reach the window. Chris stared at you for a while, propping himself up on the doorway - because if he hadn’t? He was pretty sure he’d have fallen to his knees then and there. He’d seen you in a plethora of states. He’d seen you dolled-up, ready to head out for some party. He’d seen you fresh faced, without a trace of makeup, looking absolutely immaculate. He’s seen you in formal, red-carpet worthy dresses and sundresses and that gorgeous white wedding dress that you had hung in the back of the closet, neatly wrapped in a cloth cover. But this? He’s never seen you like this, looking so… serene. You sat in the sofa, covered by an old t-shirt of his and tights. But it wasn’t your carefree look, or your mussed hair that had caught his attention. No. It was your posture, your expression that caught his attention. It was what you held in your arms and the way you looked at it, that caught his attention. 

Swaddled against your chest, Chris could barely make out the face of the little baby boy he knew was placed inside. Baby. Your baby. His baby. Our baby. Suddenly, he felt the urge to be there, beside you, looking over his son. He moved as quietly as he possibly could, coming to rest beside you, before dropping to his knees. You looked at him, your eyes connecting for a moment - a moment in which time seemed to halt. All Chris was aware of, was your beauty. How truly relaxed, calm and composed you looked. You shared a smile with him, eyes twinkling, before going back to your previous duty of simply staring and admiring your new baby. Chris leaned back a bit to observe you. You seemed… different. Not in a bad way, not in the slightest. No. You seemed changed. Gentler. Softer. Calmer. From the way you traced your baby boys’ cheek to the way you softly inhaled and exhaled, making sure to not disrupt your baby’s sleep. Your were so careful. Loving. And in that moment, Chris realized what had changed. You. You weren’t just his wife, or the spectacular professional that you were. No. Now you were a mother. The biggest role of them all. And it terrified him. He was scared. So fucking scared. His life wasn’t like usual dads. And he didn’t want to burden this tiny life now. Not ever. 

He knew this was all real but he still had a hard time believing it. Come to think of it, just 4 years ago, when he hadn’t even met you, Chris had given up his dream of this life. Of a family that was his. And only his. But looking back at the two people he cherished most in the world, he couldn’t help the internal explosion of joy and love that had occurred. Never would he have thought he’d see this day. Him, married. Chris Evans, married and who now had a baby. A proper home, filled with various memoirs of your lives together: photographs and trinkets and even the curtains that you two had fought over for nearly 2 whole weeks. It all seemed so surreal, so…pure, that he didn’t know if he deserved all this. If he deserved you or that little bundle of joy. 

Your hand weaving through his hair brought him back to reality. He looked up at you, wanting to say something but words failed him. You looked gorgeous. Simple as that. The scintillating, roaring fire that you were was now a softer, benevolent flame - one that provided comfort and warmth; protection and safety. Home. You were, are and will be his home. His source of truth. His faith even. You smiled again and moved to get up to place your baby in his bassinet. Chris watched your smooth movements, mesmerized by you once again. 

“I love you y/n. I love you so much,” Chris spoke softly, forcing you to turn away from the bassinet and stare at him. “I… I want to say so much but… I can’t - I don’t know how to say it. You - you deserve to know how much I love you and how happy all this is making and I - I don’t know how to say all that I want to.”

You made your way over to him now, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the hard planes of his back that were so familiar to you. You smelled like flowers and baby powder, the scent making Chris lightheaded. 

“You don’t have to say anything Chris. I know. I love you too.” you reminded him before reaching up to press your lips to his. Exhausted by the few days you’d had, you lay your head against his chest, maneuvering both of you so you could look at you baby again. Chris’ soft sighs and beating heart started to lull you to sleep. But you had one last thing to say to him. 

“Happy father’s day Chris.”

And with that, all his anxiety, all his nervousness evaporated. It was real. All of it. No matter what happened in your lives, this moment, this joy was the only thing that mattered. He was a father, and as difficult as acceptance was right now, Chris knew he’d do anything to make sure he was a thumping good one. All around him, it seemed as though the grey faded; the white shone through, leaving behind pure elation - one in which you two basked in, feeling so proud and so so so very happy.


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He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it even further, and glances down at his cell phone before realizing it’s dead. With a groan, he pulls himself out of his car and into the pouring rain.

It’s just a couple of long, wet strides to the door of the piano studio. The available hours have been written neatly on the door, proclaiming piano lessons to last from one in the afternoon to six in the evening. Grimacing, Castiel pushes open the door, and a click glance to the grandfather clock in the hallway confirms his suspicions – it’s already nearly seven thirty. Hael is going to kill him.

Castiel ascends the familiar set of white stairs with slumped shoulders, one hand held loosely on the smooth rail. His daughter has been attending piano lessons from the same tutor for nearly ten years. Castiel and his siblings had all received piano lessons during elementary school, but only Anna, always abroad on overseas human rights crusades, had the skill to teach beyond a basic level. When Hael had proved exceptional talent at the age of six, Castiel had been forced to seek out a tutor.

That was how he met Dean Winchester, one of the most gifted yet underrated pianists in the state.

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Elie Saab | Couture Spring 15’

Sometimes when gazing at Elie Saab designs I day dream that I am a princess, or better yet - a glamourous actress waving at my fans while I basked in how awesome I look on the red carpet. They just have that effect on you. Each gown exudes effortless confidence and femininity while always maintaining a high degree of detailed artistry. By always keeping the silhouettes simple, flattering and elegant, his designs stay very accessible. It is no wonder that the front row of his couture shows are lined with clients rather than the typical A-Listers and editors. 

Fifty-five heavenly garments made their way down the tree-lined runway during Paris Couture Week, each more lovely than the last. The fairytale like atmosphere made the perfect backdrop for the romantic jumpsuits, cocktail dresses and red carpet worthy gowns. For spring, his latest collection boasted a palette of ivory, rose, powder blue and mint with delicate ostrich feathers, sparkly appliqués and embroideries and intricate crystal beading. Towards the end of the presentation tulips and abstract butterflies ruled the runway. Elie Saab sited his mother as his inspiration for the collection.

“With every new collection I conceived, the striking image of my mother in this tulip-print silk dress reappeared endlessly.”

The final look, a rainbow-hued wedding gown, ended the show on a high note. Modeled by Anna Cleveland and dramatically spanning the width of the runway, the gown solidifies that Elie is never one to disappoint. 

THE PROFESSIONAL: GIORGIO ARMANI’S TIM QUINN

Learn how to get a red-carpet-worthy glow.

“You can have someone do your makeup and look beautiful, but if you can’t replicate it, then what’s the point?” asks Tim Quinn, Giorgio Armani’s Celebrity Face Designer and VP of Creative Artistry. “I think that’s why Luminous Silk Foundation has held up over time,” he says of brand’s cult-favorite product. “One of the secrets to any good beauty product is that you can do it yourself.” We couldn’t agree more. The Sephora Glossy recently caught up with Quinn to learn how to get the famous Armani Glow and more. KELLEY HOFFMAN

Do you have a first beauty memory?

When I was young, my grandmother remarried and moved to New York. She became rather glamorous—she had all her furs and all her makeup, and she would sit at her beauty counter and do her lipstick and I used to watch. That was where my initial obsession with makeup started to come in. She grew up in the country in Connecticut, and when she moved to New York she was more sophisticated. That’s when I saw that makeup could really transform you. That was always in the back of my head. Then I went on to be a stockbroker and earned a degree in economics. I must have hit my head or something!

So how did you segue into becoming a makeup artist?

Accidentally, actually. I was working in finance in Florida, and I realized it wasn’t for me. I quit my life and I started doing different things. I worked for a tequila company, I bought an ice cream store, I modeled. And then I ended up in Milan thinking I might want to get into photography. I started apprenticing with a makeup artist out there and it evolved over the next couple of years. I met great people, and then along came Armani back in 2001. 

How do beauty and fashion go hand in hand? And how do they differ?

With fashion, there’s so much work and creativity that goes into it—it’s such a team effort. That’s why I sometimes think it’s unfair for someone to come in with a magazine picture and say, “I want to look like this.” There’s a whole team behind that. There’s the hair, the lighting—one thing just can’t stand alone. I sometimes hate when someone compliments just the makeup, because that might mean the rest of the look doesn’t look so great, because it’s about the overall look. I love when someone just looks elegant or you notice them, but you’re not quite sure what it is because it’s this presence. It’s supported by all of that; the fashion, the beauty, the perfume; it’s the aura.

You’ve worked with some of the most famous women in the fashion and entertainment worlds. What are the top requests or concerns you hear?

The fear is the complexion. Whether it’s a young girl or a lot of well-established actresses. The trends come and go, but if the skin looks flawless, everything works better. 

What is the signature Armani Glow?

One of the keys to our runway look is this luminous, glowing skin. Mr. Armani loves the idea of a woman’s glow rather than looking made up. The Luminous Silk Foundation gives you this natural finish and we have a wonderful range of the Fluid Sheers that can be added for a little extra luminescence—and one that has a bit of a gold for a slight touch of a sunkissed look. I was watching an awards show the other night and people really embrace that look of glowing skin. It looks great at any age. One of the things with these young girls too, when you’re young you have this natural glow in your skin that women who are 40+ all want. It’s naturally associated with youth, and we’re all obsessed with youth. I love the idea of using the Fluid Sheers here because it gives you the ability to control the glow, so you don’t wind up looking like an oil slick. That can be a problem sometimes when you go overboard with glowing. 

How do you get the look?

I like to use a primer to help neutralize any kind of discoloration of the skin, and then I use a little bit of foundation. When I’m on the red carpet, I would just use the Luminous Silk Foundation, and around the eye area tap a little bit of the Fluid Sheer #2. I really love #2; it’s like a champagne tone that works well on most skin complexions. It gives it that glow you see around the eyes all the time, keeping it on top of the cheekbone. 

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