Have you heard of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts? Neither had I. But I bet you have heard the song “I love Rock n’Roll” a hundred times, especially if you live in Halifax. One of the Haligonian radio DJs apparently loves this song, so we hear it ten times a week, and the princess and I, and sing along on our way to and from school / daycare/ university / office… Each time it starts, the princess gives a little shriek of excitement “I love this song!”
So last night, we googled the video, and watched and rewatched … and rewatched the video clip. I want to look like her. (So does the princess. To my mind, it is an improvement for wanting to look like Barbie as the Island Princess) Granted, I am not going to walk in bar and pick up a seventeen year-old boy, but I want the look. Here’s how I tried:
THE EYES: Black sparkly eyeshadow swept under my bottom lashes. It looked horrible so I smudged and smudged until it was slightly better. Lots and lots of black mascara, until I got a clump in my eye and the tears started pouring, smudging the black eyeshadow even more. Creamy white eyeshadow all over the upper lid, up to the brow. Brown coffe-coloured eyeshadow deep into the crease, swept out into little wings. Joan uses black, but I daren’t use anymore black.
THE SKIN: Joan has dead white skin with no colour in her cheeks. I do not have dead white foundation. I use my everyday creamy beige fiundation, only refrain from adding any colour to the cheeks. I use some of the white eyeshadow on the tops of my cheeks. I want the ghosty effect. I am not sure I succeed. I do not try too hard, because I generally look pale and ghostly by three o’clock in the afternoon anyway.
THE LIPS: Joan has smooth matte pink lips. Unfortunately they do not manufacture matte lipsticks anymore- at least I don’t have any, except a dark reddish one which will not do. Gloss rules these days. I have to be content with a lick of Lancome Champange lipstick. It is my pinkiest lipstick (the others are either browny or reddy) It shines. I blot my lips. The shine is slightly dulled. Well, this is a more modern look. Sorry Joan.
Joan wears a skintight red leather catsuit and black leather jacket. I have none of these items in my staid, bourgoisie, office-wear wardrobe. Even if I had, I think it would be too much for provincial Halifax. I put on my ordinary black leather boots over dark blue skinny cut jeans (fortunately it is rainy and cold ). Black cotton polo-neck jumper. Weird red and green pendant hanging on long narrow gold chain (I wish it was at least silver). Faded black coat. Wine-red scarf. My best approximation. It doesn’t look too bad.
Joan has dead-straight hair falling below her shoulders, and a spiky fringe falling in her eyes. I have short curly frizzy hair. Our only common ground is the colour: black black. (oh- and I have two whites springing out of my crown) The night before, I wanted to straighten my hair. Unfortunately, as it was rainy and windy, I couldn’t. Canadian ocean weather makes short work of straightened hair, reducing it to a mass of frizz in five seconds. So left my curls alone. More modern look anyway.