A couple of weeks ago, I popped into Selfridges with mum to pick up a sample of the YSL Fusion Ink Foundation. I’d been to Harvey Nics first, where they told me they had ‘run out of samples’. Run out of samples my arse, they just didn’t want to give me a freebie. Pro tip: take your own little pot, then they can’t be stingy about it. It’s only fair to give someone a teeny tiny sample before they spend thirty quid on something which might not suit them.
Anyway, I digress, which is also exactly what I did in Selfridges. Having caught sight of the Charlotte Tilbury stand, I was drawn to the rose gold packaging like a moth to a flame and promptly forgot what I’d entered the shop for. After 0.3 seconds of browsing, Mum and I were invited to sit down in plush black velvet seats under Hollywood-style mirror lights. Then a makeup girl showed us product after product, and we oohed and aahed. Continue reading