The Portrait of Kylie Minogue
I remember the first time I put on lipstick. I was five years old, sitting in my parents’ bedroom with a light piercing my chin and a mirror sitting approximately arms length on a rustic dresser. My mother was on the other side of my nose, carefully applying the red wax to my lips with a heavy breath. Perhaps most distinctly, I remember it was New Year’s Eve, and exactly an hour before guests were to arrive.