The exhibition floor only tickets are sold out but there are some tickets still available. Get yours before it’s too late at https://makeupmag.com/imats_tickets/cPath/210/
Also check out the great speakers that will be at IMATS this year in LA.http://www.imats.net/los/los_speaker_bios.php
Pasadena Convention Center
300 East Green Street
Pasadena, CA 91101
Friday, June 24 (Pro Card holders only) 6-8:30 p.m.
Saturday, (General admission) 8:30 a.m.-5 p.m.
Sunday, (General admission) 10 a.m.-5 p.m.
During general show hours, IMATS is open to the public. No make-up artist credentials are required to get you in the doo
While in LA I have come across some extremely talented, incredible people. So I thought I should tell others about them. One such person is Leah Cevoli.
Leah Cevoli is an actress, host, model, and producer extraordinaire. I had the pleasure of doing her hair and makeup recently for a photo shoot with famed photographer, Angela Little, here in LA.
The multi-talented Leah, also has a weekly vlog called “On The Road with Leah” on her YouTube channel http://www.YouTube.com/LeahAnn4
I was impressed by Leah’s professionalism, positive attitude and confidence. You can find out more about Leah at her website www.LeahCevoli.com
Throwing stones at crazy Charlie Sheen gave me a chance to distract myself from my own personal issues, like anxiety and procrastination. Like, why I seem to be unable to send my sister and mom the wigs I made them. I feel paralyzed at the thought of sending them off. I am not sure why. I know I did a good job making the wigs. I know my family will be honest about how they like the wigs. Or nicely say that it’s not their style.
Actually, even though I don’t have tiger blood running through my veins. I did muster up the courage to mail the wigs out, but when the package was sent back due to insufficient postage, I felt as though it was a sign. Now, I can’t seem to bring myself back to the post office.
Since I don’t live with a porn star, or make 2 million an episode, this may not be interesting to anyone but me. It is just a public apology to my mom and sister that they have not gotten the wigs I promised. And a personal admission about my unrealistic neurotic, anxiety concerning my work and life in general. Everyday I feel worse and it gets harder to get other things done as well.
I am sure posting this will result in an uncomfortable phone call from my mother. Not sure I will answer the phone. 😀
Since the box-o-wigs was returned I have taken the wigs out to tweak them a bit. I will stop fiddling with the wigs, repack them and ship them out…. one day. And like a Charlie Sheen party, it will be EPIC! “Winning!”
Everyone has things they are are obsessive about. For me, I know that certain things I can not buy because I will over indulge. I will eat Cap’n Crunch, Crunch Berries cereal until my mouth is raw. I cannot control myself with PEZ candy, or Cheetos. They are like crack for me. I understand that I have limitations. I am human, I am not a “rock star from Mars.”
Often times when celebrities go crazy, it makes me feel a little better about myself because with all of my faults and limitations, at least I am not mad as a March Hare . Until now, Mel Gibson held the title of King of the Fruitcakes, but Charlie Sheen has recently dethroned him royally. However, he does not consider himself a king, he called himself a “Warlock” and “Rock Star from Mars” with tiger and adonis blood running through his veins. Also claiming that drugs and alcohol work during his interview with NBC’s Jeff Rossen.
Access Hollywood Live’s, Kit Hoover, called Charlie Sheen, “Chatty Charlie” and that he is. Every time he opens his mouth, Charlie is a great anti-drug ad. After every interview, the reporter should look at the camera and say “This is your brain on drugs, any questions?”
The sad part is that Charlie’s girlfriends said they support him in everything he does. How old are these girls anyway? They don’t look old enough to drink. I wonder if it has ever occurred to them to check out http://www.narconon.org/ or codependents anonymous? I am guessing this is not their first codependent relationship. Does this remind anyone of the relationship in the movie, Leaving Las Vegas? Where a prostitute takes care of guy who is drinking himself to death.
At least Charlie’s brother and dad are worried and praying for him. And what about the kids? It cannot be a healthy environment for them. Who has their best interest at heart? And, where is the mom? What does she think of the “goddess” girlfriends, raising her kids, with crazy Charlie?
If I ever go off the deep end and go on a week long Crunch Berries, Cheetos and PEZ bender with a bunch of porn stars, I hope my family would love me enough to break into my house, hog-tie me and make me watch these Charlie Sheen interviews. Then find me mentally unfit and send me to some kind of AA type group and give me salve for my Crunch Berries mouth. I’m just saying.
I really enjoyed Anne Hathaway and James Franco’s opening number for the Oscars with the spoof on Inception and cutting themselves into the nominated films. Some critics say that Ann and James weren’t entertaining enough and they are too young to host the Oscars. I didn’t realize there was an age limit on hosting awards shows.
Anyway, no surprise on the winners. Colin Firth, Natalie Portman, Christian Bale, blah, blah, blah. Do we really care who won? Everyone wants to see the beautiful people strut their stuff down the red carpet and then talk about them. Why do we love to judge others on the red carpet? Because that’s what red carpet events are all about. I actually liked most of the dresses. Here are a few of my picks for Oscar red carpet hits and misses.
Who was your favorite on the Oscar red carpet this year? My favorite is James Franco in pink satin. He was working that dress like nobodies business.
He is a platonic friend that I talked to occasionally. While eating he complained about how the women were causing him to slip and have premarital sex, when he was desperately trying to be celibate. He wanted to know what was wrong with women that they would get so attached to him so quickly.
In his eyes, he was an innocent bystander that was being manipulated into sex. Since he wasn’t the aggressive party, he figures that it isn’t necessary to continue with any sort of relationship after sex.
He talked about being a religious, spiritually upstanding man. That he has the gift to see people for who they really are inside. And how he wants a God-fearing woman to be his wife. He quotes scripture often during general conversation and talks so much about commitment, love and monogamy. Sounds great, right?
This is the same man that complained that women come into relationship with their defenses up and it doesn’t give him a chance to get to know them for who they really are (even though he has that special gift I mentioned earlier). Apparently I fall into the category of a woman with her defenses up…. which is why he believes that I am still single). Of course when the woman’s defenses are down, because they believe that he is an honest, sincere, christian man, he has sex with them and then looses interest. I won’t be letting my defenses down any time soon.
It makes me wonder how many other men are using the church and the bible as a way to bed the ladies?
Lately, I don’t know what to say. I am currently unemployed, no pets, no kids, no “mans” (as my grandma likes to say), previously quarantined to the house for a week, due to the flu. I wasn’t feeling too haute.
I was working as a personal assistant to someone who promised me the first non-union make-up job that became available. Then when job was available, they gave it to someone else. I guess that’s how it goes here in L.A. It wasn’t so bad that they gave it to someone else, but that the person that I worked so close to, day in and day out, didn’t even have the balls to tell me. Instead I had to hear it from a stranger at the last minute. When I tried to talk to my boss, he wouldn’t return my phone calls.
Of course I am not the first or the last person this has happened to. I have friends that have been screwed over royally. Working long hours for free, with only the smile and the promise of a future paid job. Only to find that in the end, they have been passed over yet again.
So, today to lift my spirits I went out and bought a new Nars, Velvet Gloss Lip Pencil in Hopi to give my depressed pout a new look.
And of course…. chocolates See’s Chocolate. Two pieces of glorious vanilla, butter cream truffles with pecans.
So, I still don’t have a job but at least I have something to blog about.
At the 53rd annual Grammy Awards, Lady Gaga arrived in an “alien” egg…. or, womb….. or whatever), which she hatched out of in stage wearing pointy prosthetic. Then she acepted her award in a futuristic, butt padded, spinny outfit with the same pointy prosthetics on her face and sholders. As a spectator and a Sci-Fi fan, I thought it was cool… a little, weird but cool. As a make-up artist, I want to know who applied the prosthetics and what adhesive they used. Did they have to be re-touched throughout the night? If anyone out there knows this info, holla at ya girl.
Maybe at the next award ceremony, while Lady Gaga is performing, she will fall on the ground, start convulsing and a alien will bust out of her chest and run across the stage. Then her dancers will stab it with a fork and tear it apart as they fight over who will eat it. YUM!