Mall Makeovers: The Trans-Siberian Railway

Ulaanbaatar Trends: The emphasis on flawless skin continued in Mongolia. I saw a lot of heavy matte coverage, although Ulaanbaatar women seem a little more willing to experiment with color than in Beijing. The cheeks are rosier and the eyeliner, while still a black cat eye, tends to be a little thicker. I didn’t see too much eye shadow, but when I did, it was like the eye shadow the makeup artist did on me – a block of one or two relatively bright colors covering the entire lid. I also saw a lot of very bright pink lips in Ulaanbaatar.

Process: I got my makeover at the Ulaanbaatar Department store, which had several high-end cosmetics counters. The women at Chanel seemed the friendliest, and after another conversation that included a lot of sign language, I sat down and let a makeup artist named Emma go to work. She was an absolute professional who left no stone unturned, and seemed to really enjoy her job. She worked like an artist working on a new painting, taking her time and assessing her work from different angles. At a few points she seemed to have a flash of inspiration and would run off to grab a new product. My travel bud (who sat through all three makeovers) said that Emma was the most fun to watch work.

Outcome: Under the glow of the Chanel makeup counter, I was super jazzed about this makeover. I thought my skin looked as great as it ever has, and was surprised at how light it felt despite Emma’s use of several priming, moisturizing, and finishing products. I was also really feeling my eyes. I never would have chosen bright blue eye shadow and sparkly turquoise mascara for myself, but it made me feel like a giddy bird of paradise. Later, though, away from the twinkling Chanel lights, my excitement faded a little. It looked a little heavier on my face than it felt, and my eyes felt less ‘tropical queen’ and more ‘tween who just discovered Wet n’ Wild,’ especially considering I went to go drink cheap beers in a kebab tent and not, like, attend a high school homecoming. All that being said, though, Emma was fantastic and I think that in a better time and place this makeover would have been 100% perfect fun.

Moscow Trends: Moscow makeup was…severe. Like, Moscow girls don’t do the “Oh this face? Makeup? No no, I just drink a lot of water and use a dash of coconut oil!” They’re like “Yes, I wear makeup, here it is, on my face.” There are harsh swipes of blush riding up those cheekbones and deep, deep matte lip colors. And the mascara! Oh, the mascara. This is the ad that played before every YouTube video I watched in Russia, and should give you an idea about what the mascara in Moscow looked like:

Process: I went to the MAC store at the TSUM Department Store in the heart of Moscow for the makeover. My wonderful makeup artist Olga confirmed my suspicious about the severity of Moscow makeup when she scrunched up her face and said “WHY!?” when I asked her to do me up in the Moscow way. She said that in the summer, women often come in wanting very bright eyes, super bright lips, and especially heavy contouring. She told me the first time someone asked her for the Kim Kardashian look was about a year and a half ago, and she had to run and look her up on her phone, and said she remembers thinking, “Oh no, this Kim will have everyone thinking they should do a red carpet when they should do a nothing.” She now has caught up on “this Kim” and company, though, and loves Kanye and thinks they’re the real deal. She relented a little on following the trends when I told her what I was doing, but seemed determined to not go too extreme. She prepped my skin well and explained what she was doing the whole time, while also talking to me about why she was using certain shades with my complexion. She gave me heavy mascara and some colorful eye shadow, per the Moscow trends, and a good dose of blush and highlighter, but made sure to keep anything from going over the top.

Outcome: As Vanessa Williams would have said, we went and saved the best for last. I felt like a babe. Olga was an absolute delight in every way, and the makeup held perfectly throughout the entire day, from walking around Moscow to going to the ballet to drinking beers and eating a hot dog in the park later. I couldn’t buy the lipstick – fittingly named Russian Red – fast enough. My travel buddy was sufficiently wowed and commented throughout the day how happy he was that I now had the lipstick in my permanent possession. I even had to admire my cheeks, which I normally wish would fade into oblivion. Cheers to Olga for putting just enough Moscow on my face to make me feel fanfuckingtastic.