Our beauty faux pas: We confess Vokuhila & Co.
Beauty gaffe: from Vokuhila to killer claws
Nicole Fuhrmann, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde Editor Service Department, confesses: the perm
I had my first perm when I was fourteen: I cried bitterly on the barber chair because I found myself so ugly. I'm in the school the next day wearing a cap. After a week, the curls were cool then ...
Katja Jührend, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde-Woman editor, confessing: the asymmetrical bob In the mid-1980s, it was fashionable in the province to wear an asymmetrical haircut. That is, on one side you wore a normal bob with chin-length hair, on the other side the hair was trimmed to the short haircut. On the short cut side you then wore one (only one!) Of those stupid long silver earrings, mostly in some horrible geometric shapes, long triangle or something, out of all those stupid we-are-a-cooperative-young-goldsmiths shops.
I've even missed a haircut. When I stepped on the street, no man looked at me anymore. It took weeks before I figured out that I just had to move my crown, and put the freed longhair over the short cut side to look the same again. From the second I was wearing a normal bob, men looked at me again, and I too dared to look in the mirror again? what I had set after receiving this hairstyle namely. Because of intolerability of the sight.
Julia Schrader, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde.com editor, confesses: henna hair I dyed my hair henna-red when I was 14 - it did not look pretty. Did not fit my light complexion. For two years, I thought it looked just terrific good - that Irish style. Then I switched to black, was probably a snow white input - until I was eighteen and somehow farbsensibler. From then on, I always stayed close to my natural brunette.
Simone Lück, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde employee confesses: Killer claws In the 90s, I tried a sustained release wave? and looked like Bärbel Schäfer in their talk show times. The second faux pas? Padded, outgrown fingernails, with which I almost murdered my baby niece.
Beauty Editor Stefanie Höfle confesses: the Vokuhila I've never said to the hairdresser, "short at the front, long at the back". I may have been talking about a lateral scaling, but just meant the cool Kim Wilde mane. Well, I should have known that the hairdresser at Dussa in Vorstadtidyll Altwarmbüchen (near Hannover) just had a different fashion sensibility than me, although we came from the same Kaff. But I trusted her, the professional woman. What did I already know with just fourteen teen years and an awakening styling need that no longer matched the princess's desire at eight. She cut after the best fashionable Dussa knowledge and zig-zag my sides were raspelkurz. And in the back: long. Somehow I managed to burst into tears just outside the door. At that time I did not know that my new look scolded Vokuhila, but that he did not remember anything about Kim Wilde was clear to me. For three months I bravely put my hair on my neck with a loop clip (eighties!). Then it was adjusted. Not at Dussa, downtown Hannover at Trio Hair.
Nele Justus, free ChroniquesDuVasteMonde employee, confesses: blue mascara to blue strands Do you remember the time when the neon-colored sunglasses badges were totally hip? I tried to push them out ... Because it was also the time when I thought blue eyelashes were the total cracker? and that I would be fashionable with it at the top. To make the styling perfect, I then dyed blue strands in my blond hair. I found the last cry. Only with time they became light blue, then green, then gray. Just forget it again ...
Julia Müller, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde-Woman-editor, confesses: white lipstick
I still remember my very first lipstick: Oilily in a beautifully opaque white. It was not pretty, but we got used to it. In addition, I had pseudo-colored hair and mascara with silver glitter. Ouch!
Lesley Sevriens, ChroniquesDuVasteMonde.com fashion editor, confesses: the tanning cream disaster
"At the age of 12 or 13 I suddenly did not want to accept that I'm pale in the winter and have smeared on my face a decent amount of tanning cream (which smelled very unpleasant at that time) .Wake up and went to school with an orange-red Indian face (which ended just below the top of my chin) and which I was repeatedly referred to throughout the day, but not in the sense that I had previously imagined.It certainly took a week for my natural paleness to be restored. Anyway, I could stand much better after the tanning faux pas. "
