When I was a little girl, I was walking down the street with my mum. Cars were queuing at the traffic lights as we walked, and when we came alongside a shiny red convertible (it was the early 90s, after all), I peeked in and saw a lady at the wheel. She wore a skirt suit, her highlighted hair fanned out over her shoulders. She had dark glasses on, and a briefcase sat next to her on the passenger seat. She had long, manicured nails painted pillarbox red that she drummed impatiently on the steering wheel, and her lips matched them perfectly.
I’ve held on to the image of that woman ever since. It’s still so vivid to me, I can conjure it in a second. And every time I put on lipstick (which admittedly, is not often) I’m reminded of her, so poised and professional.
Today’s look is far removed from hers – the epitome of 90s affluence and flamboyancy – but there’s something about a slick of lipstick that pulls everything else together.
I’m wearing Topshop’s Brighton Rock – what’s your lipstick of choice?