Lipstick

So I made a discovery: red lipstick tasted just like Red Vines.

This leads me to suspect that Red Vines just taste like dye.

Why not just wear lipstick instead of eating Red Vines, then?

I used to be a huge lover of lipstick, but somewhere along the line, I decided to be like everyone else and wear sheer glosses that sparkle and shine and make hair stick to my mouth.

What sticky lipgloss deserves:

I don't like those glosses very much. So I went for Burt's Bees Pomegranate lip balm, which has a nice tint to it. But sometimes, I just need that little extra POP.

That's where lipstick comes in.

It helps that lipstick has recently seen a resurgence in popularity among Fly Hunniez everywhere.

I feel a little retro, a little modern, and a lot sexy when I wear lipstick.

Who cares if no one notices? I notice.

And I imagine that I look like this:

Benoît Pioulard

Curled in a chair in the Union during the time when Brigid and I thought it would be possible to bring a certain songstress to the Terrace, I was browsing my iTunes Library to find a fitting opener and I came across a Stereogum download by Praveen and Benoît that I had forgotten about.
Upon a relisten, I ventured into the depths of Benoît Pioulard's work and never looked back.
Don't be intimidated by the French name. He's really just a Tom from Michigan who makes music that perfectly suits a lazy spring afternoon.


Listen:
Ahn