Makeup With Mazey

Mazey Perry

Whether it was sitting in a nail salon waiting for my turn, or sitting in the open chair next to my mom as she got her hair done, I was surrounded by beauty and fashion magazines. Before I had a phone I would sit and flip through whatever copy of Vogue, Elle or Marie Claire I could get my hands on. Turning each page was exciting. Each page contained pieces of art and I could not get enough of it: the clothes, the shoes, the makeup spoke to me like nothing else ever had. And I haven’t been able to shake the beauty bug that bit me ever since.