Still enamored by the Tokyo Look, I decided to get myself some extensions. Lash extensions.
It’s not obvious–this is an iPhone shot–but trust me, this model’s lashes are dramatic extensions and enhanced by all that kohl.
This wasn’t going to take a trip to the nearest Watson’s to get them. I wanted them done “professionally.” What does this really mean when most of the personnel in the beauty industry are self-taught and come from provinces in China?
My friend warned me. “It’s your eyes,” she said, “and you don’t want these China people messing about with them.” So Ann came highly recommended from my fashionista-friend. Armed with her address, I trotted down to the business district with dreams of walking out an hour later with the perfect kawaii look, the Tokyo Look I’ve been lately inspired by. This is what happens when one is immune to World Cup fever. One goes out trying stuff one has never bothered about before until she sees a hundred girls aping a trend.
I thought fixing lash extensions was like getting your nails or hair done. You sit in a chair while things are done to your face and after an hour or so, you swan out of the salon looking like–well, the girl in the photo. Instead, I spent the next hour lying on a beauty bed covered with satin fushcia coverlet and matching pillow. Hm. “You have to close your eyes for one hour,” Ann said. Her accent told me she was from China, tho’ she looked more like an SPG with her even tan and of course, thick eyelashes.
I lay on the satin bed and found myself putting my eyes in the hands of the beautician. Unlike drugstore false lashes, these semi-permanent, synthetic extensions are glued one by one onto the natural lash by using a specially formulated glue that last 2-4 weeks. This means that the beautician uses two sharp tweezers to apply the glue 1mm away from the eyelid and stick each lash one at a time. Obviously it requires patience, steady hands and concentration. All I know is it felt like someone was pricking my eyelids with pins and things. (I know, I know.)“I must warn you,” Ann’s partner said as I was leaving, “These are addictive.” She meant the lash extensions. I walked out feeling like I had spiders hanging over my eyes. My top vision is impaired by lashes. The good thing is, I don’t have to wear mascara (not that I did very much). But I probably look more wide awake than before.