terracotta /ˌtɛrəˈkɒtə/

“baked earth.”

[Alt captions: portrait pictures of the author of the blog. The feel and looks are described below.]

Photos of Emilie F. Yaakaar by Emilie F. Yaakaar. Pictures were taken at home in January 2021.

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aesthetic: soft dewy + colourful print + neutral-warm Mediterranean tones.

style: Simple indoors selfie-portrait (head & shoulders), with only colour-based and light-based edits.

outfit: basic white turtleneck, circular earrings and Rama Diaw print necklace.

makeup: lipstick, lip-gloss, lip liner, highlighter (for cheeks and eyelids), brow cream, mascara, foundation (liquid + powder) and concealer (for lower-eyelids & chin) [15-20 mins application time].

hair: post-wash moisturised and naturally sleeked back into a low bun, with a small set of ringlet curls on each side of the head.

errors: 1) colour mismatch between face and hands due to natural skin unevenness, foundation and applied facial skincare; 2) one picture was originally taken in a different mode than the rest and is slightly off (can you spot it?); 3) colour focus partially failed in one of the pics (which?).

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

behind the scenes

[Alt captions: On the left, “Aestheticised vs Original Shoot” sample comparison. On the right, screen-shoots of the editing process.]

tests & outtakes

[Alt captions: A few outtakes and test shoots from the photoshoot process.]

Still In Colour

“I remember back when sought pride was in being small, soft and pretty like a strawberry, the sweetest though just outwardly. Such a facade if I may be candid, my heart wasn’t in being eye candy, I was too wayward to be Her Majesty.

Wasted so much time learning tricks to temper my soul, encode it with riddles to not be solved, in spite of results being admittedly poor. Anyways, I’m done with these woes, the storm long ended and it’s been serene aboard, those flows hardly rock my core. 

Why? Well, while coming of age, I learnt that trusting my sense came above everything else, as I owed to myself and no one else, for who I once couldn’t be, couldn’t process.

Still, to date, the social pressure to embody the past lasts, to emerge as a graceful bud from the settled dust. That’s why having a strong essence remains a calming must, can’t be naive nor a pseudo-iconoclast.

Might face many detours, yet the guiding self-love ought to remain pure, since to villainy ain’t no one immune. And a pigeon can’t deliver an olive in a typhoon, and new seeds can’t be planted in poisoned wounds.

It took me years, but I finally realise that healing is nothing but maquillage if I lose myself in the prize: it is the journey that makes one rise, it is not about destroying but unpacking the guise.

Because, really, even back in the black and white world I was still in colour. Even when the world is grey now I am still in colour. It took me a while to understand that I have always been, despite all, still in colour. And, from my first second down through the eternal dawn, I will be still in colour.”

Written by Emilie F. Yaakaar

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