Kristine Rose

I’m a certified Esthetician, freelance make-up artist, and beauty writer. 

I am pretty much summed up by this story from my childhood:

When I was four a friend of mine had a birthday party. Her mom hired a guy dressed up like Barney the Dinosaur. All the kids were thrilled that Barney was there. But not me. See, I noticed the zipper in the back of his costume. This was not Barney at all, this was an imposter. I was devastated. I ran and told my mom what I had found out. I told her something had to be done, that this was a lie, and all the other kids deserved to know. My mom said that I shouldn't tell them because it would only upset them. That it was better to keep it to myself and let them live in happy ignorance.

I didn't listen to my mom. I told all my friends about the zipper. They all cried. Then I cried too.

Age: 23



Twitter: @prtoftheprob

What I Do, Job-wise: Write about skin care and make-up. Freelance doing make-up on photo shoots. Frantically search for a 9-5 job.

What I Do, Fun-wise: I really like to sit around with the people I love, drink coffee, and talk until some stupid hour of the morning. I also like listening to music that sounds like something you would have slit your wrists to in the 90’s.

My Motto: “None of it is funny at all. Or absurd. Everyone’s life is like this.” –my friend, Matt

Anti-Motto: “Before leaving the house, a lady should stop, look in the mirror, and remove one 

piece of jewelry.” -Coco Chanel

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: T.V. star. James Marsters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

My “celebs to make out with” list: Amanda Seyfried. “Make out with” as in “braid the hair of.”

The Most Played Song On My iTunes: My 10 year old computer will not let me upload music to iTunes because the version is too old. I lead a sad life.

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Suicide Casanova by Arthur Nersesian, 

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: I actually rotate everything pretty evenly. 

Beauty Products That I Hoard: Lush Face Masks, BB Creams.

I smell like: TokyoMilk Dark: Excess and desperation.

I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): In high school. I faked a lot of things in high school…