Glitter Where?

Glitter: it’s the beauty world’s version of confetti. Fun in theory, chaos in practice. This
particular shoot was supposed to be all about soft shimmer — just a hint of sparkle on the lids. Simple, editorial, clean. But glitter had other plans.

I tapped the tiniest amount of loose glitter onto my brush, patted it on the model’s lid, and suddenly the studio turned into a disco ball crime scene. Glitter rained down her cheeks, scattered across my kit, and somehow ended up in her hair, my coffee, and the poor stylist’s sneakers. We hadn’t even finished one eye.

“It’s in my mouth,” the model announced between laughs, sticking out her tongue like she’d just licked a kindergarten craft table. The photographer zoomed in and muttered, “Yeah, we’re gonna need to edit that out.”

I tried to salvage it, but anyone who’s worked with glitter knows: once it lands, it’s there until judgment day. No micellar water, no tape trick, not even prayers to the makeup gods could erase the sparkle storm. At some point, you just surrender.

So I pivoted. Instead of the subtle shimmer we’d planned, I leaned in — full glitter lid, a sweep across the cheekbones, and a strategic dab on the cupid’s bow. The look went from accidental mess to avant-garde moment. The model owned it, the photographer cheered, and the stylist forgave me (after I bought her a lint roller).

The final images looked intentional, even editorial. But to this day, I swear I still find rogue flecks of glitter in my kit. It’s the souvenir that never leaves.