In Your Bag: Kristopher Dukes

I never, ever go out sans smoky eyes, which—when said eyes are bloodshot thanks to lack of sleep—has led people to ask me if I do drugs. Like when I show up in heavy eyeliner on a Saturday morning at the gym. People are so strange.
2) What three items in your bag are you the most proud of?
I like my little bottle of Coco Mademoiselle—my dot-com got pimped some thanks to a Chanel campaign. Coco Chanel was such a boss lady. Oh, and the perfume smells delish, too. Was that three? I only made it up to pre-calculus in high school.
3) What are the most embarrassing items in your bag? (come on, we know you have more than one.)
I’m embarrassed that I only carry three condoms and no chocolate-flavored lube. I’m a fucking nun.
4) What is the newest addition to your bag? Do you love it? Or have buyer's remorse?
That Tarte smoky eye kit that’s winking at you was a gift from your own Ben. As a veteran smoky eyer since before I was legal, I can create expensive-escort effects with a pot of black eyeshadow and my bare pinky, so I wasn’t sure I needed a kit. But I absolutely adore this. It’s perfect for when you stay the night somewhere. Like alone, in a hotel room, for an opposite-of-wet business trip. You know.
5) What do you stuff in your makeup bag that is not actually makeup?
I leave trails of bobby pins behind me at The—my—Boy’s home. My bobbed hair’s naturally curly, and when pounds of hairspray don’t keep my bangs straight, I just pin that shit back.
6) What product has been in your bag longer than one should admit? What keeps you from letting it go?
NOTHING HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT I AM IN DENIAL ABOUT ANYTHING I AM NOT NOT NOT NOT. NOT.
7) Are these items staples in your bag, or do you switch out certain products depending on the day, occasion, time of day?
The black eye shadow, the plummy “Dallas” Benefit blush, the iPhone are all staples of being beautiful, though sometimes when I’m feel like looking natural, I only do two coats of “Very Black” Maybelline mascara instead of three.
This bag was a gift from an Italiano male companion that is no longer my companion but presumably still male and Italian. Vintage snakeskin in a stop-light red is sure to get me press from PETA hate. This bag may be the only thing that justifies our relationship.







































and damn it, anything in that bag I don't have, I want. like gah. I envy her.