"Hey Gurl, did you hear M•A•C just opened a new shop?"
"Yeah? No (giggles)."
"Yeah it's a "pro-fusion store" (hair toss) like airbrush makeup 'n' stuff, but they have regular shit too."
"Oh, that sounds cyute."
It was cyute. When I walked into the new M•A•C Cosmetics Pro flagship store, the place was a hive of energy: makeup artists, costumers, and looky-loos buzzin' around. It was intense.
Let me set the scene for you: I'm the tall, thin (ha!), hairy, Mexican faggot makeup artist/painter/bearded drag queen named Trangela Lansbury. I have an extensive makeup collection.
Melvin, one of the makeup artists there, gave me a tour. Her makeup was cool yet subtle, her outfit and haircut were severe! I was in love! She looked like Æon Flux, but with slightly less murderous intent. She explained Mod was back in (but I never let it go!), bold lids were in, heavy brows were out. Right now, it's all about "illuminated skin" — "dewy," "fresh," and "moist" were the words du jour. Makeup can be about fitting into a mold or about creating a new one. Who will you be today?
Me? I'm in the musical "Pearls Over Shanghai!" playing one of five whores in 1930s Shanghai during the Great Depression. A natural fit! Shanghai during the Depression was a hotbed of luxury: no bread lines, dripping with opium, an oasis of danger, slavery, money, and sex. And, of course, makeup.
The Cockettes are in the show too. Rumi, Scrumbly, and Sweet Pam are San Francisco acid-freak 1970s gender-fuck drag-royalty. In 1971, it was rumored that all of San Francisco ran out of glitter because the Cockettes had bought it all, and without their much-needed shimmer, they proceeded to break glass Christmas ornaments and apply the shards directly to their faces!
Trangela. Don't. Play. That. This face is taking her straight to the top, bitch!
XXXO, Diego Gómez / Trangela Lansbury