{"id":1334,"date":"2011-01-18T00:54:56","date_gmt":"2011-01-18T00:54:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.com\/?p=1334"},"modified":"2011-01-18T00:54:56","modified_gmt":"2011-01-18T00:54:56","slug":"my_superstar_moment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dimsumdolly.net\/?p=1334","title":{"rendered":"My Superstar Moment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last Tuesday I received a call from a journalist asking me if I&#8217;d be interested in having a makeover for the fashion supplement that comes with every Friday&#8217;s newspaper. She had gotten my contact from her colleague who was the editor I had worked with recently for a magazine article I had written. She went on to explain that they were looking for people who are currently looking for a job and are open to having a makeover &#8211; apparently it&#8217;s really difficult to get people to agree &#8216;cos most people aren&#8217;t willing to let their bosses know they&#8217;re looking for something new.<br \/>\nI pretty much agreed on the spot, &#8216;cos I thought it sounded fun. I mean, why not? How often do I get fussed over by professionals and be made to look pretty? I was full of bravado and then I started getting cold feet yesterday, thinking how embarrassing it would be to get criticised left, right and centre for my usual blah interview attire.<br \/>\nBut my try-everything-once attitude to life prevailed and I went for the photo shoot yesterday. I was made to wear my usual interview attire of a black blouse, grey skirt and black heels, and carry my usual olive green handbag. The photographer then took a &#8216;Before&#8217; shot of me and after a few poses I went to sit down on a chair in front of a mirror to get dolled up.<br \/>\nLike a magician, the makeup artist wielded her brushes like a wand and performed magic on my face. With tiny deft strokes of the brush on every little area of my eyelid, applying and blending earth-based tones of beige, brown and cream, she gave my eyes a rather smoky look after the application of eyeliner and mascara. A few dabs on concealer on my nose bridge made my nose appear sharper &#8211; nice touch.<br \/>\nThe first outfit they had styled for me wasn&#8217;t me at all. It was a black knee-length pencil skirt, with a bright purple shirt and a colourful box jacket that made me look like some taitai. Way too flowery and over the top! I didn&#8217;t feel right and they also realised it looked a bit wrong. The second outfit was right &#8211; a khaki coloured pleated skirt with a thick black trimming, a black tank top and a dark pink cardigan. A thin brown belt held the cardigan together with the rest of the clothing and gave my waist (whatever little that&#8217;s left of it) some definition. A black pair of heels added the finishing touch to my new look.<br \/>\nGetting fussed over by the makeup artist and stylist while taking the &#8216;After&#8217; shot made me feel like a superstar for that moment, what with them flicking my hair to adjust a loose strand and adjusting my clothes with tiny tucks. Haha. Seriously, so much work goes into making what you see in fashion spreads look good.<br \/>\nIt was an interesting experience and for what it&#8217;s worth, at least I&#8217;ll have a newspaper clipping of myself come next Friday. 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