When I first started out as a makeup artist, I worked with a team of freelance artists from Bobbi Brown. I call it my “sweat shop” experience. We traveled the East Coast, working ten hour days with a half hour “complimentary” lunch (cucumber and alfalfa sandwiches on very small squares of wheat bread).
BB was just hitting the market and women were crazed for it. Lines that snaked from the counter to the stores’ exits were common.
I’d easily advise 40 – 50 women a day on lip and cheek colors; later, dragging myself out of Nordstrom or Bloomingdale’s so tired I could hardly feel my legs. Repeat the next day.
Most events I worked were manned by the company’s National Makeup Artist – a position created right under the title GOD in beauty retail. This person isn’t necessarily a better artist than the rest of the team; he (it’s always a he) is a better marketing tool.
The National at the time was...challenging. No, that’s way too kind. He was hateful. Think army sergeant who makes you do 5,000 push-ups for sneezing. Now you’re getting a picture of the National. After work, I and the other artists gathered at local cafes or bars to construct tiny brown voodoo dolls in his likeness.
To avoid his ridicule, I learned to “beat a face” and sell $300 worth of makeup in fifteen minutes.
But there were good moments during my retail days. The other artists were awesome. I became friends with girls and guys who did spontaneous, crazy things. Like “Jackie”, who suddenly decided to get breast implants. She came to work with noticeably bigger boobs, prompting immediate comments from the rest of us. The gay guys, in particular, were fascinated. One asked to see them. Jackie took him in the stock room and lifted her shirt.
He reported that they looked incredibly real. They must have because her appeal to male customers skyrocketed, as did her sales. We all wanted fake boobs. But the idea of holding up a set of Ds with nothing in my tummy but cucumber sandwiches seemed daunting. I skipped the implants.
I went on from that job to Face Stockholm – a crazy, wonderful, glitter and fake eyelash brand. It was my anti-Brown experience. There wasn’t a neutral hue in the entire store. But there was a steady stream of super models and celebs – Helena Boham Carter shopped there (she’s really tiny), as did LaToya Jackson (she’s really odd).
I worked at Face for a year before signing with my agent and moving into the Big Leagues, where to my surprise, applying glitter and fake lashes, along with “beating a face” in fifteen minutes turned out to be great skills during Fashion Week. And everyone commented on how svelte I was. It was all those cucumber and alfalfa sandwiches.
Any retail makeup artists out there? Let’s hear your stories. Retail beauty customers, hug a makeup artist today.
*I have no idea who the person is in the shot above, but I thought it'd be a fun addition to a post about makeup and fake boobs.
6 comments:
I was a Clinique beauty advisor my last year of college. It was a great job for a college student. I was already luving make up before this job but this had kicked it into high gear. I learned so much and had a blast. Those hours were serious though! LOL. My feet and back would be killing me at the end of the day.
I'm interested in freelancing now so I will so be following your blog!
Hi Milan!
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. And thanks for the follow. You're going to be freelancing? I had such fun doing that, although beware, the lines don't feel the need to pay you on time if you're a lowly freelancer. I remember threatening to kidnap Prescriptive managers if I didn't get my check in the mail. It had been a freaking month!
LOL!
Wow...I could learn a lot from you...I too got my start behind the counters...and have the wide feet to prove it...And why is it the national is always a "he".....women will always trust a man over a women....so unfair!~
Now I am just raising kids, blogging and trying/waiting for my "big break".....
Josi,
Don't get me started about lines hiring male national makeup artists over females. We are the ones buying the stuff and wearing it. It's really insulting.
Your blog is cool. I hope your big break comes soon.
Hi Todra, I remember working as a seasonal Temp for Origins Cosmetics the summer before I started college. It was one of the best jobs I have had (fun-wise). At one point, I even covered another girl's shift for 30 minutes at the Chanel counter and managed to rack up over $200 in sales because some dear husband came by to buy his wife's laundry list of products. Astonished and impressed (without knowing how I made such a fast sell), the saleswoman offered me a full-time job with Chanel. Not knowing at the time that I could make a real career out of makeup art, I turned her down politely and admitted that I would be attending college later that year. Well, 10 years later and I am finally considering pursuing makeup as a career (and/or hair...if I can manage to learn both, but that's a whole different story). Anyhow, just wanted to share my retail experience with you and say that I appreciate you taking the time to write this blog. It's been very helpful and inspiring.
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