As someone who has very sensitive skin and who is OCD about the ways colors coordinate and clash with each other, I often splurge on makeup and creams (think a shelf lined with a three-figure number of nail polish colors). When I do venture into a store like Sephora, I tend to go in with a product in mind. Like a kid in a candy store, it’s easy to get wrapped up in all the glistening colors and eye-catching packaging and end up purchasing more than you need.
What were your favorite designers doing during the Nazi occupation of France?