I
DO NOT want to go to jail. Firstly, they make you wear hideous jumpsuits that
are orange. Orange is so not my
colour. Secondly, the prison guards would use tons of proactive to prevent “break
outs”, all while you’re stuck sharing a bar of communal soap between 15
inmates. I went on an excursion to a prison once; I was only in there for an
hour. That’s longer than Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan combined. Trust me, I
don’t even like the orange colour of peach pie (one of my much loved desserts),
so the last thing I want in life is to share a jail cell with someone calling
me “Peach Pie” while I braid her back hair. And do you know how dull it would
be? I’m alone for 5 minutes, and I get so bored; I come this close to actually cleaning
my rom. Lets face it, if I ever did go
to prison, I’d want to look cute in my mug shot. I would turn myself in, just so
I could at least make sure my hair and makeup was on point.
When I’m not thinking of jail cells, orange reminds me of horrible fake tans
that make you look like you’ve rolled in a bag of cheesy puffs, or escaped from
Wonka’s factory. Seriously, orange is for prisoners, Jet Star flight attendants
and Velma from Scooby Doo. Teenage girls do not fall under that category, at
least not in my mind.
However,
my new year’s resolution to “try new things” (oh god, what am I getting myself
into?) has extended to me buying something orange!
Gasp! And I really do love it! It’s oh so summery and reminds me of tropical
fruits and tangerines. Is it possible that a colour I once hated could really
replace the timeless and classic beauty of black? Makeup and Photographs by: Eloise Hogan |
The verdict: So, is it possible that a colour I once hated could really replace the timeless and classic beauty of black?
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