This article appeared in the December issue of Country & Town House
Tag: Tom Ford
Now, as a seasoned, ‘select’ beauty writer I was invited to meet with his fabulous twelve, back in February at the swanky, Dorchester Hotel, Terrace Suite. There the beauties perched, resplendent, standing to attention in their smart, white uniform.
I sat down. I tried each and every one. I took swatches (see right, though I didn’t do the math and two are missing, a nude and a deeper brown). I jotted down the embargo date (shame on we who break it). I settled on two I’d like for myself, which was difficult, several worked great.
The first? Moroccan Rouge,
the loveliest plum and perfect with my pale, but slightly yellow skin. The second? True Coral:
Coral is fast shaking off its slightly naff, 70s, Terry & June, connotations, though I keep thinking glorious Sophia Loren circa ’65 and that’s where I’m going here. On a quiet day I’ll be wearing it sheer, with lip balm on top, in summer, with smudgy eyeliner. Or, on a big day, properly, applied with a brush, face a bit brown and little or no eye make-up.
But back to the point. Tom is asking us for £35 a pop. The colours are rich, clear and look expensive. The texture is soft, silky, creamy. They last. Not as long as long-lasting lipstick, but they’re more comfy. Colour stays true (it doesn’t change on your lips unlike some). And they’re by Tom Ford. He should probably go into the Oxford Thesaurus as a byword for style, luxury, glamour, and lust (possibly – his notorious ‘G’ bikini wax, Gucci ads of 2003 were only the start of it.). Judging by the success of his scents, they’re likely to be a hit. Price notwithstanding.