Stylist Micaela Erlanger on finding her true color.
“My Aunt Nancy always had red nails and, as a kid, visiting her in New York city was a treat.
One day, my parents dropped me off at her apartment — I’d stay there when they were going to the theater or wherever — and my cousin was watching me.
We spent the entire evening painting my nails and toes, and putting on makeup.
I was around five years old at the time, and I’ll never forget when my mom came to pick me up. She thought it was kind of amusing; it’s not that she minded me getting dolled up, but it meant her little girl was growing up.
Ever since then, red nails and red lips have been my signature look.
I do not wear any other color, and Aunt Nancy still sends me makeup palettes for Hanukkah.
I put red lipstick on, and nothing else matters.
Hungover, feeling like crap, having a bad hair day — I don’t care. A swipe of red lipstick, and I know I’ll be okay.
— as told to The Thick