I was about eight years old when I first got interested in nail polish. The culprit was a copper-red bottle that was my mother’s; its fiery color made even more fascinating by the fact that it’d come from the mystical-sounding place that was the pharmacy my father worked at in Jerusalem. Needless to say, the scenery couldn’t have been more different from the generally cloudy-skied Brussels neighborhood I grew up in. I liked the color so much I was convinced I’d want my nails to always, and only, be that one color. (Oh how things change!)
Sirène de la Mer- Natacha Pavlov 