Maybe it's the fact that her smackers are so precisely lipsticked that I actually think, by use of the same product, mine will appear comparably flawless. Perhaps it's the perfectly printed "CHANEL" in the column of lipstick pigment (visible in picture below). Or is it because this chick is Johnny Depp's partner/baby-mama that I have declared my capital intentions to set myself back 30 bucks.
For approximately 10 seconds, I wonder what it is that makes me want to acquire my own Rouge Coco (how...French?) post haste. My ponderous ways last no longer, of course, as I dash to my keys, slam the door behind me and tastefully jog down the steep hill to our local House of Fraser where I know the luxury brand is carried...which, I have no doubt, is exactly what Coco Chanel would have done...
Right. So maybe it didn't happen exactly like that, but the point is, I bought (magazine), I saw (advert), I conquered (lipstick residing in my bag). Plus, I did sort of hurriedly waddle down the big hill to the House of Fraser, excited to find my perfect shade (I went with #10, Camelia). The kindly Chanel consultant, clad in the brightest shade of coral/gold lipstick - there exists such a combination - helped me pick out the best color. Basically, she suggested one and I bought another. You would have too, had you viewed her lips.Regarding the 'stick's ability to provide me hours of moisture, saturated color, and a partner the equivalent of Johnny Depp? I am unsure. I fear that I'm eternally destined for dry/chapped lips. I'm just not sure any product, whatever the exorbitant price, will remedy my kisser. The colors are lush, though. And Johnny Depp isn't for me anyway. Sure, he's fun to watch in his best pirate garb, or with inanimate objects for hands, but KC blows him out of those pirated waters any day.
In conclusion, would I buy another tube of Rouge Coco? Of course I would...just waiting for the next shiny advert to cross my vision.
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