When I get a catalogue of cosmetics in my hands, I think about the fate of people who give the name to the shades of lacquer and mask. All of these "ruby typhoon", "spicy pink", "brass ice cream", "mysterious fuchsia", "perfect berry", "perfect coral", "smaragd hills" and so on. and etc.

I usually imagine some glamorous opium prithon, where in eternal delusion the smoked marketers lie down and shout: “Sensitive volume!”", “plenishing duo!”", “waveling curve!”"... And next to him sits a sober clerk and carefully, pushing the tip of the tongue, records everything in a notebook.