Tag Archives: sophie poppins

Illustration Room

3 Oct

So i will probably be doing more illustrations than makeup in the relatively near future..

HERE is where you can check examples of what i scribble and squeeze out of my pens.

Jap’ Tat’

27 May

Cabaret – 30’s ceremony master with 70’s strass..

27 May

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Long Due Update

14 May

* i haven’t posted in a long time, so here are some new works and techniques [Bold caps for theatre, theatre make-up, 20’s / cabaret special effects, ageing, eye brow covering, 2h Dead..]

From make up to Tattoo..

5 Apr

A “tattoo” i created this morning.. a preparatory stage to a final and bigger one that i need have to come up with soon.

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Monster Me

25 Feb


A test.

I think my face is easily trans·form·a·ble adj.
{ trans·form v. trans·formedtrans·form·ingtrans·forms. 1. To change markedly the appearance or form of. }

 

There’s Something in the Hair

21 Feb

Make up internships and jobs can lead you to unexpected places.. that’s something i learnt last week. Not like i’ve never been told that being a good makeup artist implies hair styling skills..

I was asked to make a wig for a theater play (Pinocchio’s father). It was to look “yellow, dramatic, funny and like it’s made out of straw”.

Then i got to do some fake beard tests for a photo shoot (tests were done on myself and it was a pretty traumatic experience.. i got the f** feeling that i looked like george michael in the 80’s.. and that was not pleasant).

.. it’s all ’bout the Hair they say?


Coming Soon

9 Jan

A very Nice Photo..Makeup..Creative..Fashionable..Poetical Project with PapaRosa. More soon.

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Credits:
Model, Anne Sophie Monfront
Fashion Designer / Stylist / Brand Creator, Marie Ange Giordano
Photographer & Makeup Artist, Miss Poppins

Passages, Puppets, Windows and Shadows.

4 Jan

Words come out at night, when i’m about to close my eyes, when i loosen up the guard and let go. They run about freely, whisper in my head. They morph into sinuous creatures and puppeteer my thoughts.

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Tired eyes for a Sleepless Mind,
i wish that my Heart was more, of the Fearless kind.
I sleep in Daylight,
’cause the white Ghosts can’t be seen,
I stare at the Moon, right,
until the sky turns grey, before the sun kicks in.
Without the Sun i can’t stretch my lips,
the cold numbs my Hands and i lose my grip.
Frozen fingers await those who Hold onto things too long,
so i’m letting him go, but don’t think i’m strong.

// FROZEN LIPS & GILDED HEART.

Some Makeups from Last Week

29 Nov

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SOME of the work from last week, in random Order..
(.. and as always, explanations/comments as your mouse stays over each pic for a few sec).