On rainy days with a lack of agenda, I often find myself clicking through old photos on my macbook to kill time and relive precious moments from the past, blah blah blah. The problem becomes that, when looking back at photos of myself, I tend to be highly critical, and overly eager to jump into the frame immediately and begin damage control. For your information the euphemistic illusion of damage control equates to an extensive self-loathing session that leads to exhaustion and frustration in the overall appearance of my face; and the utter un-preparedness in the candid that captures all my secrets. Let the nit picking begin. I usually kick things off with the disastrous amount of shine lighting my T-zone up as if I were staring at a disco ball during a solar eclipse. Next I proceed to shed a few tears over my androgynous bone structure that leaves me with no cheekbones to speak of. As I continue to marinate in the self deprecating depression-filled session with self, I decide to lead up to the climactic finale. Yes, with none other than the lips…or lack thereof in most of my photo ops, unfortunately. Out of everything mentioned above, I would have to say that “lip presence” is a make or break phenomenon when it comes to the successes and failures of snapshots in time, caught forever on film.
For me, when a lack of lip color is the apparent problem in my overall appearance and general state of mind, I find that it hovers over my psyche like a cloud of doom from the cosmetic underworld of darkness. With that said, if I could list the top 10 most important factors of my balanced day, lip color on my yapper would rank right up there with the big boys. It takes my whole person from drab to fab in one swift swipe of the tube and a few delicate strokes of a brush…pucker up and be changed. As you can imagine, lipstick and lipgloss are a huge part of my everyday existence.
When picking a lipstick/gloss I usually try to consider at least three factors: texture, color, and wearability. When preparing for this review…I would deliberately think in these terms on a daily basis while sporting NVEY’s Organic Lip Lustre in Amour Rose all over town. I am a fairly tough sell when it comes to trying new things out on my lips. I have established a norm of color fusion for my everyday look, which consists of a liner, about 4 different lipsticks, and maybe a gloss or two depending on the weather, my mood, etc. Surprisingly enough, NVEY did not disappoint my lips and exceeded my expectations with fervent success.
I enjoyed the application process mostly due to the silky nature of the substance, and also the soft applicator wand. Sometimes with lipgloss you have to take the applicator tip and press it down on your lip hard enough to get a liberal amount of gloss to pop out onto your lips just so that you are able to work with it and spread it around enough to make a noticeable statement. Do you hate that as much as I do? Needless to say, this was not the case with the NVEY applicator. I had more than enough to work with after just one coat. The gloss was usually used in an icing on the cake type of scenario, where I would apply a finishing coat of gloss to my already lipsticked lips. The texture of the lip gloss added instant surface area, clandestinely drizzling into each crack and crease in the folds of my puckered pout, birthing an evolution of multi-dimentional wearability. The traction formed by this combustion of consistencies was pure magic. And the funniest part? How quiet the whole process was. NVEY Organic Lip Lustre is a silent warrior, a timid yet bold superforce with which to be reckoned. With a muted shade oozing vivid pigment and fiery chroma, Amour Rose became the be all end all gateway to hue harmony. I must have tried it with over 10 different lipsticks and each time it gave my lips new life. I felt like I was in the chemistry lab every morning in my bathroom. I would sit and watch the lustre conservatively merge with the lipstick creating an explosive partnership on my pout for me to enjoy all day. The muted pink with hints of mauve, was sheer enough to pull off the whole “I’m not trying thing,” but substantial enough to make a presentable, polished statement.
I would recommend this product for the young and the old, the shy and the bold. And remember, next time you take a walk down memory lane and realize that you have no lips to speak of in any of the photos…think of me and capitalize on my words. A woman’s lips dressed in variations of colors, degrees, and textures have the ability to speak poetic justice to the masses. But if bare and alone, they can go unnoticed and forgotten. A missed opportunity to be avoided at all costs.
Posted by ~Katie: Katie is a guest contributor for Scent Hive. She spends her time traveling, writing, and obsessing about the latest trends in the fashion and cosmetic industries. Her favorite pastime is honing her knack for popular trend cosmetics. When Katie needs to pay the bills she writes, blogs, and freelances as a make-up artist. She is also an adventure seeker around her home of the Pacific Northwest.
Also please note that Amour Rouge is a brighter pink than the picture shows above right.