For skin like a Japanese doll.
M finally achieves career success with a spot of bathrobe modelling (may contain beauty tips too).
The creamiest of creamies.
M did not steal eyelashes from a dwarf. True fact.
Fruit salad for your face
E jumps on the bright lip bandwagon.
M’s favourite lipsticks for dancing. Not for smearing on beards.
Radiantly lithe marshmallow cloud.
Our pick of the best bright pink lips for Spring
I can haz face scratch?
CAUTION: do not try to milk fruits. EVER.
In which we compare Jack Bauer and Santa’s little helpers’ concealing power.
Struttin’ our stuff at the gala bingo.
Flaccid wand is not a euphemism.
Oooh, the cheek.
Things I should have taken to London. But didn’t. Idiot.
We rummage through E’s travel bags in our first Facegoop video.
Comparing fat sticks at the Facegoop sleepover.
Operations. Relations. Taupe eyeshadow.
Mr Armani, M would like her brain back.
The. Greaaaatest. Laaaaash. OF AAAAALL. (is easy to achieve)
E brandishes the sword of flawless coverage.
Soft as a feather, tougher than nails.
Featuring E as Tinky Winky and Giorgio Armani as the sun.
Dear Santa Ford…
The world is doomed, buy some makeup.
ELF vs Bobbi Brown
The Jack Bauer of concealers. But better.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Grannies love it, we love it.
We snoop around E’s cupboards, and want to snoop in YOURS for our NANOGIVEAWAY!
Inside the Darth Vader of makeup pouches.
Two birds, one stone.
And the freebie goes to…
We uncover dark secrets in the Boots basement.
“This look like lip balm, motherfucker? Huh? Lip balm be pink.”
– D’Angelo Barksdale
Glowy desert dust.
Seal blubber, summer skin, and petty theft.
Crayola, eau de fox arse, and snake oil.
Wandering minstrels are lying bastards.
100% eagle elegance.