Look deeply into my eyes and listen while I tell you a tale
of Aromaleigh's new collection, "Victoria's Revenge".
Stay tuned for some looks done with these colors. The first one is coming later today.
See the collection here. See swatches here. Buy tons of makeup from the collection here.
Keep reading for the color descriptions and insight into the inspiration for the collection.
The colors:
Bleeding Poppy: The perfect deep red wine of opium-addled debachery...A rich blood red with smoked mink brown undertones and brilliant gleams of silvery stars.
Phantasm:The ghosts begin to stir. A rich greyed purple shimmering from underneath a veil of dusted crystal radiance.
Splintered: Broken evergreen branches and moonlit reflections in the water. The blackened forest green glimmers from within with the lost dimensions of faerie, perpetually changing...
Ruthless Indulgence :The pink glimmer of bittersweet dreams, wrapped in the frosted charcoal depths of the dark determination to achieve them.
Oleander Vapor :The petal pink rose, dirtied and defiled, but resplendent with edgy sparks of golden and pink sparkle. When sweet pink loses it's innocence.
Brazen and Bitter : Blushing inappropriately, salmon orange/coral raging internally with flames of pink, never to be extinguished...
Poison Utopia : A deep and glimmering purple blackened by the soot of industry's progress yet glittering with a borealis of dreamlike sparks. ... my reflection, dance the ghost with me...
Obscura: The depth of the deepest lake and it's secrets, which the moonlight plays on the rippling water. An elusive deep teal, blackened but brilliant with green and azure accent sparks.
Airy Ethos: A hazy buttery-tinted soft gold with undertones of soot, scintillating with crystals of rose and envious flowerbuds.
Scratched Scruples : Her once perfect deep Aster-blue gown. It's once lush sheen dusty from running, her skirt torn due to her Scratched Scruples.
Apocolypse Pansy : Violets bloom with an ethereal glow, even through the ashes of destruction. Their beauty is a soft sheen, their fragrance a decadent borealis bouquet.
Mania's Locus : Frosted vivid lilac, constantly distracting you with promises of greater beauty. A silvery secret, the green soul that flashes and contrasts amidst the sanctuary.
Perpetual Motion : Gleaming coppery brown gears churn, dulled from persistent use, but shining through with metal's rich smooth surface and sparks of electricity.
Mourning's Whimsy : A brilliant charmeuse swath of shimmery warm purple, touched with just enough dark decorum to keep from laughing at the funeral.
Freakshow: A worn and barren brown with olivine tones, reminiscent of the underbelly of the golden days of the traveling circus...
Private Lunacy: "... you heard no noise, the ruin was within..." A shaft of moonlight wanders through dusty velvet curtains and illuminates a glass of absinthe.
Skeleton Key : Will the key fit, opening her box of secrets? Glories of precious metal's silver and the holographic sparkles of what can only be magick...
Nightshade: The last rays of the sun reflect off the light of the green glass-paned greenhouse windows, casting a loving glow of warm chartreuse light on the poisonous plants, then all is dark...
Gaslight Tears : The greyed violet ink of her midnight diary, diluted with dripped tears and spilt tea, she sits motionless, a beauty in a dulled amethyst satin gown, lovelier by gaslight.
Mayhem's Trilogy : She overlooks the churning ocean waves, oddly green with brilliant sparks of blue as they crash on the worn rocks and tempt the blue sky, her damask shoes ruined, a chill runs up her spine.
Infernal Chaos : Immaculate dove grey with the softest sheen and brown tones... to match the gloves you wear to ensure that you leave no fingerprints.
Magick & Metal : The gears of perpetual motion have rusted to a halt, but glimmers of dark magixk keep this ancient machine going... what is it's purpose?
Tarnished Strychnine : The garden has wilted, copper pots tarnished green from the relentless fog. Next to her prized Dendrobium, she rests, sleeping, it seems... with her teacup. Full. Such a pale beauty.
Frigid Gloom : One glove lost, the snow and ice advances, along with the setting sun. Her delicate smile turns icy blue, yet ironically her bouquet of carnations and freesia are pink with life's essence. It's a cold night.
Cyanide Sorrow : An innocent dusty rose pink, with buff undertones.... tarnished forever with the ashen guilt of wanting to write poison pen letters. Spilled ink, hello forever...
Victoria's Revenge inspiration pics from Aromaleigh.
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