I have never understood the point of cosmetics. Most women (and I guess some men) look perfectly fine to me without painting Bozo the Clown’s face over the top of their own. And it depresses me that there is a massive industry devoted to making people feel they aren’t attractive enough unless they hide their faces under expensive goop.
All that being said, I never feel bad about wandering into the cosmetics section in a pharmacy, especially when you’re waiting for the plonker who is spending fifteen minutes arguing with the pharmacist over something that clearly violates the rules. Bright colours, lines, repeating elements… Just what every growing photographer needs. The makeup aisle was a good escape for me because shooting cosmetic products is like shooting fish in a barrel.
And less likely to get me in trouble than shooting the plonker who jammed up the pharmacy queue.
Note: All images in this diary entry were produced using a Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra mobile phone camera.
