- #4 Retrofuturist – intensified true red. Snow White’s lips if she worked as a waitress on a spacecraft.
- #5 Great Pink Planet – cool pastel pink with a neon note. Zing!
- #6 Cosmopop – softened orange, like a creamsicle… no, a dreamsicle!
These colors are now eligible for the Vignette-writing contest (ends August 28)! More info about the Candyfuture collection here.
Next 3 colors to be released next Monday!
I love that orange! I can never find it when I want it, most companies veer towards coral and away from true orange. That one will definitely be mine!
Oh my god, that red is PERFECT! I like the orange and pink too, especially the orange, but I think I’ll like them better once I see the lip swatchs.
Retrofuturistic;
Gala was sitting once more on her desk, distractedly fixing her nails while checking randomly and not very often on the waiting room she took care of, working as a secretary for the spaceship commander.
Everyone had a different complaint she didn’t care about, she chewed her cranberry flavoured gum and applied some more “Retrofuturistic” her favourite deep red lipstick. Once more she turned her face onto the computer screen and softly puffing she pressed it with her pointing finger, bored and beautiful as she was.
Mm, I don’t really wear lipstick but that Cosmopop looks yummy!
The orange is perfect! And the red it’s just the perfect red ever!
Ira — Haha! :D
Ms. Xenia, that pink is INNNNNNCREDIBLE.
Retrofuturist:
She zipped up the front of her sleek space suit and stepped inside her rocket. They had entrusted her with this mission, and it was her duty to be successful. The space ship was decorated in shades of neon and chrome, and it was known who piloted that ship. She sat down in the captain’s chair and pulled out her favourite crimson lipstick, “Retrofuturist.” A voice droned over the intercom “All engines are go”
Gala – what a coincidence!! :D I’ve always loved that name!
My granfather was called Galo! ^^
Ira — That’s a rad name! I’ve never heard it before. <3
Cosmopop
Leena began to hyperventilate. It was the first time she realized just what was happening. Standing in the holograph capsule, she panicked. Her band mates were next to her, in their own capsules of course, but they were separate, which made her uneasy. They were about to make history. In moments, all four members of the break-out band, Cosmopop, would be projected into the viewing rooms of nearly every major talent executive in this part of the galaxy, something that had never been done before. She got a one minute warning, ran her fingers through her orange-cream hair, picked up her electric pink guitar with its silver-purple unicorn design, closed her eyes, and became the future…
These are awesome! I like cosmopop. When these are for sale, do you think you could put up an example picture of you wearing each shade? I think it would be cool to be able to see what each color looks like on an actual person. :)
I’m not normally a lipstick person but the colours are so gorgeous! The orange (or “creamsicle”!) would be an unusual lip colour witout being too crazy! The red lipstick looks so pretty and vibrant! Can’t wait until the purchase date! :D
Retrofuturist red, yessss!
where can I get them in UK?
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Oh wow–these are utterly fantastic!!! Retrofuterist is calling my name… hehe!
It always agitates me when the “swatches” Of lippy it actually just color rotated to be different shades… any make-up, actually. It makes me wonder what the product actually looks like. I love the red, though.
Retrofuturist
The hotel room was dark and eerily quiet. Her ivory satin gloved hands were covered in a bright red substance that seemed to glow. She stood before a gold gilded mirror and dabbed her lips with the vibrant color from her fingertips. She smirked to herself as she looked at the reflection of a woman behind her lying motionless on the floor, while that lovely red color that she used for her lips oozed from the woman’s chest. The mission was a success Miss Retrofuturist had been taken down.
your descriptions – they are a giggle
:-D and they make me happy
Cosmopop.
Lucietta was calmly steering her Neon Class Space-o-Tron 5000 around the Color Giants. An orange uni-bot approached her space craft and demanded a search for contrabands. With nothing to hide, Lucietta opened the doors and in walked the uni-bot.
The uni-bot searched up and down and found no such things in her space craft. As it was leaving, it noticed a little switch hidden behind a screw. The uni-bot flipped the switch and it was thrown into the power core of the Space-o-Tron 5000. Since the Space-o-Tron 5000 was running low on rainbow anti-matter, the core happily accepted the uni-bot and commenced turning it into fuel. The uni-bot, however, did not want this and struggled against the force of gravity. Thus, the struggling released the uni-bot’s battery and a gigantic explosion of epic proportions took place. Lucietta, the uni-bot, and the Space-o-Tron 500 all disappeared and all that was left was an amazing ring of the most beautiful orange color. The ring was massive and stretched all around the Color Giants and still remains to this day. Legend has it, that if you manage to get a bit of the dust in the ring, the dust will transform you and build your confidence and illuminate your radiance till it bursts out from beneath your stilettos.
Cosmopop:
Stout little jars of candy lined the shelves, the array of color surprising any adult or child that ventured in. Any candy one could dream of seemed to exist on one of those many shelves. In a rose-tinted jar were the chocolate unicorns, strangely pink and shimmery. In a crystal vase were lollipop roses that continued to bloom in the sunlight. And then there was the rocket ship-shaped jar, filled with spaceship jawbreakers that would whiz around in the air if the lid was left off.
Ms. Cosmopop smiled sweetly as she picked a rather small jar off the shelf. These were her treasures: little gummy crystals the same pastel orange as her plump lips.
That red is bloody amazing. no pun intended.
hmm… I’ll have a try!
Great Pink Planet
“This hasn’t been a nice day AT ALL!” thought Lyla, staring absently out of the glittered taxi window. It was raining, the sky looked grey and it made even the neon colored buildings look dull. As soon as she got home, Lyla looked at the clock and realized she was already late for her friend’s party. But she surely didn’t feel like partying! She was just about to go to sleep when she noticed a small pink container on her pillow. “Oh, the new lipstick! Right, let’s try it on” she thought.
She leaned towards the silver mirror, her mouth now colored of a lovely pastel pink. She pouted. she smiled. She made silly faces. She laughed. She was loving it!
Ten minutes later, Lyla was in the cab again, leading off to the party, pink lipstick in her pocket and pink heart-shaped glasses to match. And behind those lenses, even the rain looked fabulous!
Great Pink Planet:
Zella had been lovingly grooming her darling pet Dwee when she heard the mysterious noises coming from outside, noises like the big comets made as they whizzed through the cotton-candy-coloured clouds above. She dropped her hairbrush and rushed outside, where a strange sort of ship-craft had made a crash landing right into her beloved pleezot flower garden! A figure in a shiny yellow spacesuit stumbled out of the crumpled door and and into Zella’s flowers. It looked up through a black-visored helmet, then slowly took it off. “A human girl!” Zella thought, throwing a lavender-skinned hand to her mouth in surprise. The girl looked around in amazement at the strange planet she had discovered, as Zella admired the space traveller’s bright red hair. She took a step closer and touched the girl’s red hair, comparing it to her own deep blue ringlets. They both smiled at each other and Zella took the girl’s hand, ready to show her all the surprises her home had to offer. But first — so many cosmic beauty secrets to share, and so little time!
These new colours are great, I’ve never seen such pretty pastel lip shades before!
I really like a lot of the colors you’ve already posted for the Candyfuture line, but I have a couple questions.
Does Candyfuture contain petrolatum/paraffin, beeswax, carnauba, silicone, or other synthetic waxes and oils? My lips don’t seem to tolerate those ingredients, and it’s pretty hard to find a lipstick (or even a chapstick!) that doesn’t have one or more of those ingredients.
Also, how long-lasting are these lipsticks? Do they smudge or transfer onto food, or do they stay pretty well attached to the lip?
Thanks!
My entry for Retrofuturist:
Lorna stepped onto the soft plush carpet and closed the closet door behind her. Standing between her hot pink leggings and candy colored pumps, she closed her eyes and waited. She had to know how it would end. Would they think she was good enough? Did she have the talent? Her designs had never been shown to the public before and the anticipation was driving her crazy. Beginning as a pinprick, a violet-neon light began to grow and illuminate Lorna as visions of the future flashed before her eyes. She saw Paris and London and beauty; visions of ruffles, tulle and pinstripes. And she saw herself walking down a runway with her name in that same violet-neon light behind her.
As she breathed a sigh of relief, she smiled to herself as she realized she was going to make it.
I LOVE Cosmopop
That was IT for her.
The holographic touch-screen computer on her aqua perspex desk had never been “reliable”, exactly, but it certainly wasn’t responsible for bad news headlines. The flickering photo accompanying the article was enough to send her over the edge. She had loved him since the first Earth War, and if interplanetary distance hadn’t come between them, then this female stranger was only a minor threat.
She clocked out early and sped off into the orange sunset, smiling with lips that mocked the sky, as well as his so-called bride-to-be.
Retrofuturist
With her bleach blonde pin-curls and perfectly applied Retrofuture-red lipstick, people always said Roxie belonged in another era. It wasn’t that Roxie didn’t like her generation, she loved hover-bikes and robot maids as much as the next girl. Yet there was just something about the women in the old black and white films that deeply resonated with Roxie, something tragic and beautiful that didn’t seem to translate into the rainbow colored lights of candy future.
One day as Roxie dined alone in a neon-lit diner, someone she had never seen pulled up on a cherry-red retro hover-cycle. The man jumped off the bike, combing back his honey-colored locks to reveal a face that she would’ve sworn belonged to James Dean. It was instant fireworks, what they called “love at first site” in the old days. That night James and Roxie rode out to a fly-in movie to see a Jayne Mansfield marathon. As Roxie held on tight to James’ leather- clad back, leaving retro-future-red kisses all over his neck, she felt like she had truly found her home, her place in the neon colored world.
Cosmopop ( Best color ever! )
As her bare and dirtied foot tapped along to the music the diner played from it’s angular, polished speakers; Peaches could feel the eyes of those nearby watching her with a nervous curiosity. She was unlike those in her town, and thus she was shunned by most she met. Like a ray of true sunshine, her long golden waves and flowing cream dress covered in miss matched buttons earned her sour glances from the women of the town. Perhaps out of jealousy over her beauty, they preferred wearing neat ‘plum with a sliver trim’ suits, harsh skyscraper heels and hair piled just as high. Smart, straight and to the point.
Peaches rolled her eyes before fluttering her lashes, shaded a mermaid aquamarine towards the new bar boy, who had been trying not to stare and failing terribly. She whistled once and he scuttled over, scrunching his greased apron between his hands.
” One Cosmopop please ” she whispered, before laying a crumpled 5 on the counter. A few minutes passed and soon in front of her was the reason she’d ventured from her forrest hide away in the first place. The drink was a cloudy apricot shade, with a frothy orange and lilac top. She spent an hour savoring every last drop through the pastel blue straw, making sure to get every sugar sparkle and every swirl of sweet berry sauce. She stood up, satisfied and winked once at the watching bar boy; before licking the last of the orange cream from her smiling lips.
Phew, that was long =)
Oh! J’adore! Especially cosmopop! I just wrote my cosmopop vignette on the old vignette board, like I though we were supposed to, but I’ll post it here, too, just in case.
That’s probably the nicest shade of red lipstick I’ve seen for a long time :)
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Cosmopop
If anyone knew how to arrive in style, it was her: the line outside the Cosmopop Club couldn’t help but turn their heads in unison, as if by remote control, when she pulled up to the third floor entrance on Sixth Avenue. The spotless white door to her convertible Ferrari Hovercraft opened to reveal pale orange leather seats and, at first, a single, shining white boot. She was tall already–with the platforms, she owned the street. She parked her hovercraft with the authority of a queen beside a large sign that read No Parking, removed her large white sunglasses to take one quick look at the man taking money from the patrons, and strode through the open neon purple door behind him–and that was when the party began.
Sorry, on the other board this is done correctly, but “that” in the last line and “owned” in the sixth line should be italicized.
By the way, Cosmopop looks good enough to eat! <33~
Same with Retrofuturistic. :D
Retrofuturist:
She sat in the back waiting her turn at the first open mic night she had been brave enough to go to. Sitting at her table, she wondered if she would be laughed out of the club. As she made her way to the stage the snickers of the crowd could be heard. Who was this tiny girl clad in a poufy skirt and top hat? But as this mysterious girl took the microphone in her lacey gloved hand she knew it didn’t matter what they thought. With her head held high, she formed her bright red pout around the notes of the song. The twinkling chime of her voice filled the room and floated out into the night. Up on that stage she found her home. The future, and the world, was hers!
Our Pink Planet
“Save the Unicorns! Here, take a pamphlet,” she cried.
Lana was doing everything she could to grab the crowd’s attention–those poor unicorns in genetic testing needed saving, and if she couldn’t save them, then who on our pink planet could?–and yet, of the three hundred pamphlets Lana had had printed out of her own pocket money, two hundred and ninety-seven remained. Was there anything to be done?
“Save the Unicorns,” she shouted, as loud as she could, persisting while her voice remained. “Scientists all over this world and the others are capturing them from the few remaining forests on this great pink planet for genetic testing, and many of them will never be able to return to their homes!” Lana shed a tear, for no one seemed to pay her any attention– if they watched and listened at all, it was to make fun of her pigtails.
“Lana,” a voice whispered. Lana looked around, but saw no one. “Lana,” it said again. “Pay them no mind. Your voice will be heard, and you will have done great good.” Lana still could not see the speaker, but accepted that fact and listened, hoping for advice, or some small comfort. “You need no advice, Lana;” the voice finished. “Follow your heart!“
Great Pink Planet
As morning came Dahlia slowly peeled open the petals of her rose bed. She peeked through them to see if anyone was around to play. Then she saw something in the sky. It looked like a great pink planet. Never in her young three hundred years of life had she seen something so beautiful. She’d seen the Unicorn’s Medow and been to the Sugar Castle but nothing compared to this. It was even as pink as her hair! She wanted to reach it more by the minute. But she knew her small fairy wings would never reach that high, not until she was atleast five hundred years old. Maybe an aging potion? No too risky. Then she remembered her cousin Lilac’s electronic wing enhancer. But nobody would allow her to go, specially after the incident with the Dragoness 2000. It was so lame! Human kids got to use their jet packs and travel around the globe without even getting in trouble. But not fairy kids! It’s at least what she thought.
She wouldn’t have it, not this time! She snuck into her cousin Lilac’s home and took the machine. No one would notice because everybody in town was in Sugar drop’s “Ginger Bread of The Year Festival”. Lilac never even used it anyways, she wouldn’t miss it. She’d be back before the festival was over. She put the robotic wings in top of hers turned them on and blasted off to the sweet sugary Great Pink Planet.
#4 Retrofuturist
Her head rested against the cool glass, lights rushed past illuminating her face: red, blue, yellow. She had come this far, no sense in stopping now. Lifting her wrist from her lap she tilted her delicate face to read the time on her wrist watch, 12:42 a.m. the day has just begun.
The air-train glided to a stop, Bunny gathered her belongings and exited the monumental vehicle and stepped out into the shimmering metropolis smiling, her lips shone a confident red in the candy bright glow. She had earned her independence and the now basking in the glow of the neon lights she knew she will earn her fame as a starlet on the silver screens.
That red is so delicious!
As Linda read her new issue of Retrofuturist she let out a big long sigh. What was she doing at the interview for Retrofuturist’s new face? There was no way she could compete with these girls. She was the complete opposite of what Retrofuturist stood for. They looked for fair, blonde, blue eyed girls with a great scence of fashion. Almost angel like. Not exactly what the sweat pants lover, bronzed skin, deep chesnut hair, and black eyed Linda looked like. She should just run back to her pegasus farm over cotton candy cloud. I mean she couldn’t even sport Retrofuturist’s signature crimson apple lipstick. Even her never aging nymph nana would agree this was a bad idea. But there was no other choice. If she wanted to save the trolls of Gummy Island, that were being attacked by the wild gummy bears. She had to win the prize. A snow queen’s sugar tiara. Worth more than even Neo Queen Elizabeth’s electronic flying cat. She would sell the tiara and buy a dimensional portal, so the trolls could have a new home on the gum drop forest. Every one was counting on her. This thought alone gave her the confidence she so desperately needed. At that moment she shone brigher than pixie dust. She was going to win and there was nothing these futuristic angels could do about it.
Retrofuturist is so pretty it looks like red roses! :D
“Retrofuturist”
Product ‘Melody’ moved down the production line, parts being assembled precisely to order. Eyelashes extra long to flutter with programmed nervousness, skin the milky pale color of vanilla cream, soft and supple, and ready to warm with passion. Her hair was colored and coiffed to match an image of a pin-up the customer had uploaded. Finally, but most importantly, the naturally pouting lips swathed in a perfect red a reminder of a past love and the backseat of a cadillac, ready to yield to his whenever the need is there.
Retrofuturistic warrior
Even though everything went so well so far, now it was clear to everyone that the sweets-hating patriarchal system couldn’t be so easily overthrowned. She was one of the main leaders of revolutionary – women fighting for better world, for world with more chocolate and less stinky kippered herrings. Everybody was being arrested and she wasn’t an exception. But as they were taking her to the prison cell, she was smiling. As long as they didn’t take her fabulous Retrofuturistic lipstick, the universe was quite functioning.
From a Great Pink Planet
Life sure was tough. When her parents found out about her passion for graffiti, they made a huge fuss and confiscated all of her spray paint. As if something like THAT was enough to stop her. Sneaking through the back door, she put a candy into her mouth and took of into the promising night.
Next morning, a police patrol went by a painted wall and couldn’t believe their eyes. “Who the hell would make a graffiti with lipstick?”
I think I need retrofuturist!
Retrofuturist:
The boys had all said that Blizzy would never make it, and yet here she was. Prince, her charming bulldog, let out a joyous bark from the sidecar as Blizzy steered her hovercycle over the finish line and into first place. Spinning the bike around to face her incredulous competitors, she powered down her cyberkinetic visor and flashed them a ruby red smile. “Now, who’s the fastest of them all?”
ah, retrofuturist is MINE!
omg! as soon as that pink and orange come out they’ll be mine!
Cosmopop:
It was the peak of summer, and Annette was lounging in the park while watching the newest space station make lazy patterns in the sky. The days were fun enough, she thought as she happily licked a creamy orange popsicle, but her nights were starting to run together. She needed something different tonight, something fresh– a new outfit, maybe. Rolling over to put her plan in action, she caught sight of herself, orange-lipped, in the the reflection of a passing cleanerbot. Taking in the surprising shade of her lips– half candy girl, half electric vixen, she slowly smiled. Perfect.
(whoops, one extra ‘the.’ sorry!)
Cosmopop:
It was the peak of summer, and Annette was lounging in the park while watching the newest space station make lazy patterns in the sky. The days were fun enough, she thought as she happily licked a creamy orange popsicle, but her nights were starting to run together. She needed something different tonight, something fresh– a new outfit, maybe. Rolling over to put her plan in action, she caught sight of herself, orange-lipped, in the reflection of a passing cleanerbot. Taking in the surprising shade of her lips– half candy girl, half electric vixen, she slowly smiled. Perfect.
i love retrofuturist and cosmopop!!