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Sandy Linter

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Image From Ralph Lauren
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A great way to build a wardrobe is when you’re buying new clothes, think about how you can mix and match with the clothes you already have. Imagine most of the pieces I’m showing you today with the same black top or pullover sweater, a great necklace and sandals, or boots, when the weather gets cooler.

I’m stepping outside of my neutral color palette. Would you believe I bought a taxicab yellow, leopard print skirt and a pair of coral pants?

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BRENDA COFFEE & SANDY LINTER, 2011. Sandy did not do my makeup the day this photo was taken. We were talking about her new book, Makeup Wakeup. The first time she did my makeup I was 21.
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Before the holidays a reader sent me a message: “I went to see Stevie Nicks last night and I was so surprised at how frumpy all the women (in the audience) looked, and I wondered how I looked. I don’t want to be 16 again, but I want to shake up my “look.” I don’t need to look like Stevie Nicks, but I would like to look less… old. Do you have any suggestions?”

My answer to her got me thinking about this post. Here are 10 things all women over 50 should think about.

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I have supported the Aids Memorial from the very beginning because what is remembered, lives. My generation of hair stylists, makeup artists, models, photographers… Everyone was affected by AIDS.

I knew I was at risk.

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In her makeup studio at Rita Hazan, 2015. Photo by Jennifer Denton.
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Over the years Sandy Linter’s watched the best photographers, supermodels and lighting people work. As one of the top makeup artists in the world, her job has been to make models camera ready gorgeous, but when she’s the one being photographed, Sandy knows how to strike a pose.

The first time we met I was in my early 20’s. Sandy looked like an angelic goddess. It’s a mental image I will always remember. Here are some of my favorite photographs of Sandy.

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In the 70s, I worked a lot with model, Rosie Vela. I was introduced to her as “Roseanne,” so I continue to call her Roseanne. She calls me “Red” because she remembers my red hair from 1975!! This gorgeous photo was shot by Albert Watson for Vogue and Harry King did her hair.

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My Sharon Tate look, 1969. Photos by Robert Lambert.
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It was August, 1969. I was married to Adam Linter who managed a club called The Salvation, on 1 Sheridan Square in New York City’s West Village. I used to go there early in the evening to dance. One night Jimi Hendricks was there, all by himself, just tuning his guitar. No one else was there. He saw me and sang a minute of “Foxy Lady,” then took off his wristband and gave it to me. It was animal skin. Continue Reading

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For two days in a row, it took me 20 minutes to do my own makeup. I almost never do it without a twist.  Continue Reading

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My copy of Makeup Wakeup is never far from my makeup table.
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Sandy Linter’s book, Makeup Wakeup, Revitalizing Your Look at Any Age, written with Lois Joy Johnson, award-winning journalist and founding beauty editor of MORE Magazine, is a great Holiday gift for you and your girlfriends. This book should be on every woman over 45’s makeup table because it’s a step-by-step, written and photo tutorial about more than just makeup.

The stunning photographs, taken by photographer, Michael Waring, shows Sandy applying makeup to barefaced supermodels like 1010ParkPlace’s own, Kim Alexis, who is featured on the cover.

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Loved working on the Monster Mash photo shoot. Albert Watson, photographer and starring Traci Lords. It was a graveyard smash! Hair by Kerry Warn, styling by Bill Mullen. Continue Reading

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I met all these wonderful people simply by choosing the right profession for myself as a makeup artist. The first photo is me and Keith Richards on a boat in Antigua, 1981. I was there with his family. Continue Reading