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Eye Make Up For Hooded Eyes

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  • makeup: an event that is substituted for a previously cancelled event; "he missed the test and had to take a makeup"; "the two teams played a makeup one week later"
  • The combination of qualities that form a person's temperament
  • The composition or constitution of something
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  • Cosmetics such as lipstick or powder applied to the face, used to enhance or alter the appearance
  • A hood is a kind of headgear that covers most of the head and neck and sometimes the face. They may be worn for protection from the environment, for fashion, as a form of traditional dress or uniform, to prevent the wearer seeing or to prevent the wearer being identified.
  • (of an article of clothing) Having a hood
  • Hooding is the placing of a hood over the entire head of a prisoner. Some legal scholars consider the hooding of prisoners to be a violation of international law, specifically the Third and Fourth Geneva Conventions, which demand that persons in the power of occupying forces be treated humanely.
  • (Hooding) The act of placing the hands ahead of the ball, both at address and impact, which tends to reduce the effective loft of the club. (Because he was trying to hit his shot under the tree limbs, Tom Kite hooded a 6-iron and ran the ball onto the green).
  • (of a person) Wearing a hood
  • (of eyes) Having thick, drooping upper eyelids resembling hoods
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  • look at
eye make up for hooded eyes - Tommy Hilfiger
Tommy Hilfiger Women's Hooded Down Jacket, Black, X-Large
Tommy Hilfiger Women's Hooded Down Jacket, Black, X-Large
This down filled jacket from tommy hilfiger is perfect for fall and winter, wear it casually every day or use for outdoor winter sports, it is water repellant and sure to keep you cozy and warm, the plush valboa lined hood with faux fur trim zips off to convert this jacket from sporty to dressy, at 28 inches long this coat hits at the mid-thigh, a chunky, easy to use front zipper closure is concealed with a placket and toggle closures, side entry pockets have a button over flap to keep your possessions secure, side tab details give off a slimming appearance around the waist, knit storm cuffs keep your arms warm, fully lined with an added plush valboa half back lining, machine washable

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Color Snapshot: Girl, Paris, 1968 [For RitaGB]
Color Snapshot: Girl, Paris, 1968 [For RitaGB]
Since I'm in a confessional mode ("Blimey, mate," the girls would say, "you're always in confessional mode"), I thought I would tell you folks about the night I spent in bed with the naked 17-year-old girl. No, she wasn't this girl. I'm not sure who this girl is, though I think we might be related, sort of like Obama is related to Richard Nixon. I think this lovely young woman might be the daughter, or the grand-daughter, of my grandmother's half-sister, but I'm not sure. My mother took this picture and I wasn't along on this trip. But anyway, back to the naked girl. I know I have this reputation, here on the internets, but sadly, alas, you must believe I have rarely lived up to it. Only once, in all the course of time, have I ever been in bed with a naked (or clothed) 17-year-old girl, and that was the youngest girl I ever was in bed with. Maybe she was from Canada. Probably she was from Canada. Anyway, I was a good bit younger than I am now, so at least it wasn't quite so dirty-old-mannish. I was in the graduate writing program at the University of Arkansas. I thought, and I'm not going to pull any punches here, that I was hot shit. There were many other excellent writers there who just as well could have thought they were hot shit, but probably my head was more swelled up than theirs. (One of those people who might have thought that they were hot shit is my buddy Joe Jackson, who has a book coming out from Farrar, Straus, and Giroux soon. You should buy it.) Anyway, one of the last people to get there that semester (the new program enrollees came in early so they could get a head-start, learning the introductory comp that they would be teaching to in-coming freshmen) was this fellow we'll call Aaron Rabbinowitz. Aaron got there late, and he took a room in a motel. And he just stayed in that motel for the whole school year. I myself could not have done that. At least I guess they came in every day and made his bed. I don't want to stereotype, but Aaron looked like a guy who just came in on the last boat out of Cracow. He looked fresh from the shtetl. He was short, he had a long thin face and a hawk nose and hooded brown eyes, and long stringy hair. Seems like he wore a coat everywhere, like a long coat, like a western bank robber. I may be making that part up. Anyway, I thought I was a smart guy. Aaron really was a smart guy. His stories were polished and complete and mature in a way that mine certainly weren't. Aaron could talk knowledgeably about the story of ideas. Our professors did not like the "story of ideas," but Aaron could tell you why they were wrong. In fact, every day after workshop, Aaron would tell me just exactly where the Uncles (we called our main writing teachers, Bill (William) Harrison, Jim Whitehead, and John Clellon Holmes, the Uncles) had been wrong. Aaron had read everything (I had read a mere fraction of his reading list). He'd read the Russians, of course. He'd read all the major Americans. He'd read all the Jewish writers, Singer, Bellow, Malamud, Roth, the other Roth, all those guys. Aaron seemed to know everything, and he had an opinion about everything. Here's how smart, how observant, Aaron was. You'd be talking about someone, some other smart person. Maybe they would be getting ready to do something or say something, and you didn't know what it was they were going to do or say. And Aaron would say, "here's what he's going to do," or "here's what she's going to say." And then that person would do or say what Aaron said they were going to do or say. That's how smart he was. And of course he was a very funny guy. I'm sorry that I'm not going to be able to get him being funny down on the page, but trust me, he was funny. Maybe his funny was a little more involved, not so much the one-liner kind of funny. I'm sure he was one-liner funny too. So I hung out with Aaron. I didn't have a kitchen that first year, so I ate out every night, and so did he. So we'd hang out and talk. At the end of the spring semester, Aaron says, "heh, what are you doing this summer? We'll go to Saratoga, we'll rent an apartment, and we'll hang out there." And that's exactly what we did. We got this two bedroom apartment in this old house that was pretty close to the track, and close enough to Yaddo that you could go over there and walk around in the gardens. I really didn't know too much about Yaddo. Now I know that it was at least as good a place to get laid as it was to write anything, but I only knew that famous writers had spent time there then. Of course, I was supposed to be writing, that summer. I doubt if I ever did write much of anything. I actually had a girl I'd met back in Fayetteville towards the end of the spring semester, and I wrote to her, and she wrote back, and sent me little drawings. I could have had a great time if I'd stayed in Fayetteville.
Strobist: I used to softboxes for this. I set up the large beauty dish at f16 on camera left but found that the shadows on the right side of the face were too dense so I added a smaller softbox to fill in some of the shadows. I don't know what the f stop was after adding the second light, as I just judged it by eye. Not very scientific but it worked okay. General: This was the first time I worked with a make-up artist. The make-up was brilliant and the in-camera results were far better quality than anything else I've had to date.

eye make up for hooded eyes