Three years ago, I was sitting in a high-end ramen shop in Indiranagar, Bangalore, on a first date that was going reasonably well until my face literally started falling off. Not in a horror-movie way, but in a ‘I used too much high-strength prescription retinol and now my chin is shedding into my miso broth’ …
I bought my first Chantecaille Brilliant Gloss in the shade ‘Love’ three years ago. I was at the Neiman Marcus in downtown Dallas—the one with the weirdly quiet elevators and the air that smells like old money and expensive air conditioning—and I felt like I needed to buy something just to prove I belonged in …
