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Mar 5, 2012 @ 4:35 pm
Angelina Jolie‘s
right leg made a splash at the
2012 Oscars, but we think her perfect red lipstick
really stole the spotlight! That’s why we caught up with her makeup artist
Toni Garavaglia to get the inside scoop on her look. “
We wanted to balance Angelina’s makeup with her elegant Atelier Versace dress,” she told InStyle.com exclusively. “
We decided that a red lip paired with a soft, clean smoky eye was the way to go.” Garavaglia lightly applied Jolie’s eye shadow, added a dash of liquid liner, then
pulled the entire look together with a generous sweep of MAC’s Russian Red lipstick, a true cherry with blue undertones.
Head over to maccosmetics.com to pick up a tube of your own for $15, and click through our gallery to see more celebrity lipstick looks!
Are you there Internet? It’s me, Molly. And I think you need to calm the eff down about
Angelina Jolie putting
lipstick on her three-year-old daughter
Vivienne Jolie-Pitt.
Mainly because it’s none of our beeswax. But partly because any of us
with a toddler know that they would leave the house wearing your bra as a
bandito holster if you let them –
and would be making zero social commentary. Oh and also because the kid probably isn’t actually wearing lipstick.
Here's the picture in question. And that question is "Who cares?"
The
picture above has been ricocheting around the interwebz for the past
day or two, stirring up cries of, “WILL SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE
CHILDREN???” and “Let kids stay kids.” And, because this is the
internet we’re talking about, lots of grown people taking Chaz Bono pot
shots at a child who likes to wear her hair short.
C'mon...pick on them...they have it coming.
I expected it from
US Weekly and
The Stir but
et tu HuffPost? “Like mother, like daughter … but not like sister. What? Vivienne Jolie-Pitt rips a page from the
Angelina Jolie glamour book by wearing a printed dress and what appears to be deep red lipstick borrowed from mom.”
You need a license to fish or drive a car but anyone can have heavily made-up kids.
I appreciate the hysteria over
Toddlers and Tiaras. I
appreciate people wondering aloud about the wisdom of slinging push-up
bikini tops to 9-year-olds (Abercrombie, you are the creepy uncle of
retail). And wasn’t I the blogger all pissed off because
Target bias-cuts the baby girl t-shirts while the boys’ shirts are, oh,
t-shirt-shaped? But COME ON. Thing 1: kids wear goofy stuff.
Assuming you don’t sit your daughter down and order her to curl her
eyelashes, explaining that she will only be valuable, feminine,
accepted, tasty, awesome, or visible if she does, I’m not dialing-up
Child Protective Services. I don’t know
Angelina Jolie–we
lost touch after Brownies–but I find it hard to believe that a mom so
comfortable with her eldest daughter (Shiloh, pictured above with her
sis) favoring an androgynous vibe would be demanding hyper-sexuality of
her 3-year-old.
She does, however, demand it of YOU *lip bite*
Thing
2: this is Angelina Jolie’s kid. Spawned from a woman with lips so
otherwordly in their size and pallor that I am sitting here writing
about them. Plus, as some astute HuffPost readers suggested, both kids
in the picture are eating Twizzlers. Twizzlers. As in the licorice
treat so laden with red dye that you can get bladder cancer by sitting
on a package for too long.
Great. Now HuffPost is going to report that I gave Vivienne Jolie-Pitt bladder cancer.
Furthermore,
when the picture was taken, the kids were headed to or coming from the
movies: I will see a movie without a Cherry-flavored Icee when Hell
freezes over. Perhaps Viv and I are kindred spirits.
So, long and
short, the kid has genetically swollen lips and she ate some red
candy. Geez, why not just buy her the stripper pole now.
Apropos of nothing, "tsk tsk" would totally be my Eastern Bloc stripper alter ego.
And
even if she did swipe her mama’s Chanel #67: as a mom who enlisted the
help of a dozen strangers to force her 20-month-old to wear a hat at a
Today Show
taping, only to have her rip it off just as the cameras rolled, I know
that your kid doesn’t fully comprehend a nation full of judge-y
strangers. When she gets older, I’ll make sure she understands that.
And THEN I’ll force her to wear lipstick.
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