Vice President of Global Communications, M.A.C. New York
Migrating across oceans to peek into Saint Laurent-crammed closets is one thing. But there is the odd time where, when we’re rifling through all the Altuzzaras and Carvens (yeah, those too), that we stumble upon one heck of a beauty cabinet. We’re talking full tilt, floor-to-ceiling shelving lined with limited edition palettes, rare Himalayan flower-infused elixirs and total cult-status products that even the most devout collectors could only dream of stumbling upon. And it's only logical that those who are beauty-obsessed would likely have a wardrobe to match, no? You know that teensy-weensy little cosmetics company, whose name happens to be made up of just three uppercase letters and has grown into a behemoth south of the border and beyond? If it wasn’t entirely obvious, we’re talking about M.A.C. Cosmetics. Nowadays, their beauty team is a fixture backstage at fashion week, dreaming up beauty looks — like the OTT-ness of full on gold leaf appliqué (ahem, Rick Owens) to the more subtle-but-equally-striking dewy complexion no-makeup makeup— for some of the biggest names in fashion. And you have to admit you’d be hard-pressed not to find at least one matte black bullet on any woman’s top shelf (including our Cov-alums). A lot of that is entirely due to the work of our most recent closet subject. We mean, it’s pretty much a given that some seriously major sartorial inspiration would come out of all those hours at the shows, right? Case in point: Amy Focazio. She’s the big wig at your favorite cosmetic house and as the Vice President of Global Communications, Focazio racks up over 200 shows under her Barbara Bui belt every damn fashion month. Talk about seasoned. It was more than obvious when we walked in to her Tribeca home, which is filled with impressive vintage trinkets and era furniture she picks up on the weekly at the Chelsea market, that we were about to see one enviable walk-in. There was some major color payoff — those red Alaïa sandals, her violet Manolos and that crimson vintage fur stole—amongst her black business hour uniform. But aside from her mirrored beauty corner situation, the real standout for us? The brushed gold Isabel Marant coat. Divine inspiration, anyone?