When I was very young and I put lipstick on my lips for the first time, I did not know the Gold Lady. I wish I did at the time. There were not many good lipstick role models for me when I was six or seven years old except for Isabella Rossellini. Lamcôme never looked so good.
Dylan had lipstick role models too, but they were gus. He liked all that new wave and goth and goth stuff—Peter Murphy made lipstick sound so fascinating in one of his songs and Daniel Ash wore bright red lipstick and danced with guy. Unfortunately, David Bowie had outgrown lipstick at the time. Dylan had copies of Ziggy Stardust albums he’s too young to appreciate. I was also too young even though I would take a comb through my hair and make it stand up like David Bowie’s. Then I would sneak into my mom’s room and put on some lipstick.
But when I saw Isabella Rossellini with her bright red lipstick, I wanted to copy that too. I use to wish my hair was dark like Dylan’s so I could have that creamy skin, no makeup, lipstick only effect like her. Little did I know that this so-called daughter of Ingrid Bergman was one of the many manifestations of the Gold Lady. Too bad my lipstick wearing days didn’t last. Mom caught me and embarrassed herself and me by crying in front of Dad. Spankings did not stop me.
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Tags: art, creative writing, drawing, fiction, Resplendence, the Gold Lady
