Hotel California, NYC
Through the thickness of a European accent, he professed, ‘I could listen to your voice all night…’ He then asked, if I would sing him a song. I warned him of the potential tragedy likely to ensue. Yet tickled, and a little flattered, I reluctantly obliged his request. ‘ So, what song should we sing?’ I asked. He looked at me, and replied, “Hotel California…”
The memory of that night was reignited by the name of an über rich, super pigmented , high-shine gloss with the perfect punch of opaque. Its sheer enough to complement a smoky eye, and strong enough to stand alone. How fortuitous this Becca Ultimate Colour Gloss is aptly named Hotel California…Ahhhh, life is but a theme.