Last month, when I was happily trotting around Stockholm in the sunshine with my Swede, I stopped by FACE Stockholm and accosted one of the makeup artists there with the plea that she “make me look fashionable.” I’m not big into make up, but I noticed a lot of the smokey, seductive eye thing bobbing around Stureplan and reappearing in all the Swedish fashion magazines. Well, what the heck. When in Rome, right? I sat perfectly still while she swept, swiped, dotted and deftly maneuvered her brushes like a FACE Picasso. When it was all over, a bead of sweat gathering on the tip of her eyebrow, she took a step back, hands on hips, and admired her work. And work it definitely was. How do I know this? Because I purchased the very same materials she used and tried it myself. And what did I learn? Owning Picasso’s brushes and paints does not make for a Picasso painting. For your entertainment I have decided to post the results of my attempt. Make some pop corn, sit back, and enjoy my comedy of errors in the name of fashion.