Of course I can't blame you for thinking this COULD be a vendetta, but I assure you it is not. Let's just say I'm on a mission.
I shall explain. Pretend you can't see the name of the actress on this weekend's cover of "Figaro Madame" magazine. I promise you, even if you knew who she is, it's impossible to know who she is. Although born in 1953, and I might add covered with freckles, you can see what's happened to her face in the hands of the art department. No matter. We've all decided we understand this.
Here's what I don't understand: You know how the last three issues of "Femmes" that mag purportedly for us that for the last three months has had covers with women well under 40? Its editor was the former editor of Figaro Madame. Bizarre, non? You may also recall in my last diatribe on the subject (May 1) I suggested since the interior of Femmes featured an article on Isabelle Huppert it seemed to make sense to put her on the cover.
How come these people don't have me on speed dial. . .?
Moving along, lest I bore you with this crusade. Hot off the presses: I've noticed in all the recent French magazines the newest beauty touch is mascara on the lower lashes. In the past we've been advised to keep it only on the uppers. It's a light touch, but I must say it looks fresh and pretty to have both levels covered.
Apropos of Photoshop combined with pre and post-op visages, note the "honesty is the best policy" or the "don't I have an outrageous sense of humor (?)" makeup bag that's catching on here. We LOVE stuff in English. . .