"Jessica Simpson Poses Without Makeup for Marie Claire Wednesday – April 07, 2010 – 9:54am
"For the May cover of Marie Claire, Jessica Simpson went without makeup or retouching.
The reason: To promote her new initiative, "A Beautiful Me," a program she is launching next month to encourage young women to love themselves and feel comfortable in their own skin.""
My Story
"Hi Jess, may I call you Jess?"
"I prefer Jessica," she answered the photographer.
"Right. Okay, now. We're here to make you look beautiful."
"I'd like to think I already am beautiful."
"Oh, of course," the photographer nervously laughed as he attached the lens to the large format camera. "We'll just make you even more beautiful."
She didn't say anything but did want to glare. She decided against it since frown lines were something she didn't want to introduce to her face. But laughing and smiling could sometimes be so hard when dealing with such shallow idiots.
"Ok, so as soon as wardrobe and makeup gets here, we'll start," the photographer said as he directed his assistants to move the light umbrellas to catch the sun at a more direct angle.
"You're not getting it, are you? The whole point of this project is to pose without using makeup. So we don't need to wait for makeup. And as for wardrobe, I came from there. This is what your fashion designers selected. And it's very pretty. I think it'll look fine."
"Oh, of course," the photographer answered, mockingly face palming himself. "It's just such habit to have to work around make-up. They're always jumping in to freshen my girls up. It's crazy working around them. But, well, I guess it's just force of habit. I'll have to learn to work without them getting in the way."
He lifted the camera as another assistant used a light meter to help get the right exposure settings. "This light is too bright. We're going to get every mole and zit."
"What!" Jessica screamed. "Excuse me, but I don't have any zits, thank-you. And moles are considered beauty marks. You're supposed to get them."
The lighting assistant caught his jaw before it hit the floor. He grumbled some settings to the photographer and just moved away without saying anything more.
"Ok, Jess, let me take some quick warm up shots just to get the exposure and angle down."
"Jessica!"
"Oh, right, Jessica. Ooh, now now, no frownies! Don't want any frown lines, do we?" he poo pooed her.
Shit, he was right. She was frowning. She was starting to doubt if this natural beauty photo shoot would even work. Everyone was so obsessed with caking women in layers and layers of make-up, they almost couldn't deal with natural beauty.
The camera got clicking, and the photographer danced around her. Jessica had to force herself to smile. And that was not her natural beauty.
"Okay, good, you're looking good. Yes, let's try a serious look. You're sick and tired of spending $2,000 a year on cosmetics. Let that fierce beauty out of you! Good, good!" The motorized drive of the camera was filling the flash memory card with five photos per second.
Hah, she thought. Maybe the typical woman was spending two thousand a year, and that was a crime in itself. But she was a superstar, and her cosmetic bill was in the tens of thousands, not counting all the cosmeticians who she hired to apply her makeup when she wasn't using the photographer's or studio's staff.
His prompting made sense, and she was getting into the mood. Serious, but happy to finally be free and be in her own skin.
"Yes, that's it. Let me see that birthday suit shine! Awesome, you're so pretty. What? Why the frown? Oh, okay, you're so beautiful! Yeah, baby! Now unbutton that top button of your shirt, yeah, working girl showing a little cleave."
Jessica hoped this photo shoot would show women did not need to paint their skin and eyes to be beautiful. These days, girls as young as eight years old were starting to experiment with make-up. And with some cosmetics, no one knew what chemicals or dyes were in there. What was the long term price of such beauty? Why did guys get away with just some gel in their hair?
The photographer was now on the floor doing low angle shots as she changed poses and displayed her god given gifts. She tried bold, impressionable women, she did pouty, sexy angel, she strutted some career woman and ended with good ol' soccer mom. She was beginning to really enjoy posing cosmetic-less.
"Wow!" the photographer said. "These shots are great! Okay, go back to wardrobe and get another outfit. We'll shoot another memory card full."
"Be right back," Jessica said, and strutted back to the trailer, giving her ass a nicely exaggerated wiggle of confidence for all those guys on the set watching as she walked away. This was going well after all.
As she left the scene, the lighting guy came up to the photographer. "What do you think?"
"Eh, it's alright. We'll just Photoshop the pics. Give her smoother skin, more glow, darker eyes. Whatever. We have the technology." The lighting guy gave an agreeing head nod.
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