Randurile acestea stau in draft de foarte mult timp si au aparut in urma unei discutii pe care am avut-o la un ceai cu cateva persoane. Am lasat sa treaca timpul, ca sa imi treaca si surprinderea, supararea si sa pot gestiona mai bine gandurile mele. Iar am fost surprinsa neplacut  sa aflu ca unii oameni considera ca noi, astia din beauty, suntem “pretiosi” sau mai bine spus ne consideram “pretiosi”. Ca pensula din mana ne face sa fim infumurati si sa ne consideram superiori doar pentru ca stim sa ne jucam cu fardul si tusul negru. Ca suntem cu nasul pe sus si probabil niciodata nu ne-am baga mainile in pamantul de la tara bunicii, ca noi si bloggerii din fashion uitam “de unde am pornit”.

Aproape ca mi-a stat ceaiul in gat cand am aflat (inca o data) cat de rai sunt oamenii, cat de greu e sa existam pe pamantul acesta toti si cat de naiva sunt uneori sa cred ca ne vom iubi toti oamenii intr-o zi. Trist. Si mai trist este ca povestind cuiva cele auzite, replica a fost “pai si nu e asa”?

Ma gandesc ca make-up artistul poate sa fie si gradinar si ca niciodata o meserie nu o impiedica pe alta. Dimpotriva eu cred ca in domeniul nostru sunt multi oameni modesti care nu stiu cat de artisti sunt, ca niste adevarati pictori. Ca diploma acreditata ( sau nu) nu e doar o foaie pana la urma si cu cat avem mai multe diplome cu atat ar trebui sa fim capabili sa facem si orice alta munca, chiar si “cea de jos”. Fiecare om e cu meseria lui si cred ca ideea de “pretios” si-o impune omul in functie de personalitate si nicidecum de meseria pe care o are.

Eu bag mainile in pamant, fara rusine, ori de cate ori e nevoie, as plimba si oile cateodata daca as mai putea, m-as mai murdari de vaselina de sub masina tatei din garaj, daca as mai putea, pentru ca nu e cu nimic rusinos. Dimpotriva.

Dragi colegi de breasla, cat de pretiosi va simtiti? :)


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Makeup artists make also good gardeners


These lines are in my draft for a long time and they were written after a discussion I had at a cup of tea with few persons. I let time, amazement and angry to go by in order to be able to manage my thoughts. I was badly surprised to find out that people consider that us, those who are working in the beauty industry, we are “precious” or better said, that we consider ourselves “precious”. That the brushes in our hand make us to be vain and to consider ourselves superior only because we know to use the shadows and the eyeliner. That we are too big for our shoes and that probably we’ll never put our hands in the ground from the countryside and that we and the fashion bloggers forget “where we came from”.


I almost suffocated with my tea finding (once again) how bad people are, how difficult is for all of us to exist on this planet and how naive am I to think all people are going to love each other one day. That’s sad. Even sadder is that while talking about this, someone replied me: “well, that’s true, isn’t it”?


I believe a makeup artist makes also a good gardener and a job does not preclude the other. On the contrary, I believe that in our industry, there are plenty of modest people who are not aware of their talent, some true painters. In fact, an approved (or not) diploma is not just a piece of paper and after all, the more diplomas we have, the better we can do any other job, even “dirty works”. Everybody does the best in its job and I believe that the idea of “being precious” is imposed by people depending on their personality and not on their job.


I’ll put my hands in the ground, without being ashamed of it, for as long as it takes, I’ll guard the sheep if I could, I would get dirty from the grease of my dad’s car from his garage, if I could, because I don’t see nothing shameful here. On the contrary.


Dear colleagues, how precious do you feel? J


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