A few weeks ago, my company moved offices. Not far, just across the business park, but as moves go, apparently it was quite a stressful one. We are now sat in our shiny new offices, with a whole host of meeting rooms that have been named after Olympic cities. So now, I get a message asking me to meet someone in Barcelona, or to take some notes to Sydney. At first it was very exciting, and now I get worried when I get a meeting request for Beijing, as that’s the company auditorium and generally means something serious.
Enough blather and more about the nail polish. I really wish that I had seized the opportunity when I met Suzi Weiss-Fischmann recently to ask her that chicken and egg question – which comes first, the polish or the name? I firmly believe that it is often the name, especially in this instance.
Firstly, please forgive the appearance of these swatches. As you can tell, I must have been swatching something red or pink beforehand and have totally failed at actually getting that off my nails before embarking on this one.
I’ve never worn this as a full manicure, and you can probably see why. Beige-Jing is too warm for me and just does me no favours whatsoever. I do like the silver shimmer that it has as this makes it a little different from your average nude, but really, this isn’t all that good.
It applied well considering that this is now 12 years old, hailing from OPI’s Far East Collection. I think that this was actually rather pigmented and on the thick side. However, it’s so far from flattering on me that only the fact that this is now regarded as rare and hard to find has actually stopped me from selling it or swapping it away. I swear that there’s more money in a nail polish pension than any other stakeholder scheme these days.
Any way – time to go. Someone’s asking me to meet them in Athens.