Bobbi Brown Cosmetics

I am a makeup whore. Bobbi Brown is my pimp. No, not Whitney’s Bobbi Brown. I’m talking about the makeup artist. I even met her once at Saks. I have photographic evidence.
My favorite makeup artist used to work here before he moved away. He always made me look fabulous. The sweetie once took me around to every makeup counter in the place to find me the perfect red lipstick. We must have tried 20 or so before we found the holy grail of reds. Actually it was a combination of a Bobbi Brown red lip liner, Trish McEvoy Sparkling Rouge lipstick with a touch of Giorgio Armani’s Shine No. 8. God, I miss him. Hence, the four star review.
Why do I love this Bobbi Brown counter over the others in the City? Great service. They are never super slammed. Some very talented makeup artists besides my departed fav work there. And they’ll more than happily give you a complete new look or do you a favor and make you up for a special event and without heavy sales pressure. Try getting all those services at Nordstrom or Neiman Marcus. Good luck.