Going to buy cosmetics dotana read? Do not understand which color lipstick is more suitable for the lips? No worries, Google is on the field to relieve you of your worries! From now on they will give you makeup suggestions. You’re right, this whole thing will happen through the use of Augmented Reality. Google has recently started rolling out their new AR trick that will help you buy cosmetics and makeup. That’s why they’ve partnered with ModiFace and Perfect Corp as data partners. With this you can see the lipstick and eye-shadow shades of the brand of your choice with the help of ‘artificial reality’. Let us know the details about this.
From now on, Google will help you to decide when buying products from brands like L’Oreal, MAC Cosmetics, Black Opal or Charlotte Tilbury. They claim, “From now on, when you buy L’Oreal Infallible Paints Metallic National Eye-Shadow product or new lipstick, you will have the opportunity to compare different skin tones, shades and textures. This will help you choose the right product for you. ”
Not only this, by searching for makeup products on Google you can compare them with augmented reality. For example, by searching for Mac Powder Kiss Lipstick, you can see its collections according to the shade. In addition, when video calling with a friend or loved one on a holiday, you can search for Nurse Powermat Lip Pigment for Velvet Matte Lipstick and choose the color to match your style and appearance. ”
Not only that, the advantage of using virtual makeup during video calling has also been acquired this time. Because in collaboration with L’Oreal, Google has come up with a new lipstick AR filter. This filter can be used when making video calls with Google Duo.
Andrew Scott: do I want to be him, snog him, or just watch everything he ever appears in? I think it’s all three. Either way, from now on I’m going to ask everyone I meet if they agree that he is the greatest actor of our generation. If they don’t, sorry, we cannot be friends.
Not everyone loved the BBC’s lavish adaptation of Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love (I did), but everyone who watched it agreed on one thing: Scott, who played louche bright young thing Lord Merlin, lit up every second of his screen time. As we watched him dancing to T-Rex in silk pyjama suit with a harem of beautiful people following him around, we wanted to have a pyjama party in his honour.
He became a legend of this nation as Fleabag’s Hot Priest, the gin and tonic-drinking clergyman who ensured that the second series of Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s hit show was even better than the first. It was an emotional rollercoaster: we sobbed and got hot under the dog collar. Paloma Faith spoke for us all when she infamously told Scott on the Graham Norton sofa that she’d needed “alone time” after watching the show.
But we bow down to him as the very best actor we have right now because of a long career of stellar performances, elevated by his own personal life philosophy. “Acting without humour is bad manners – it’s not the way human beings work,” he said last year in an interview for Elizabeth Day’s How To Fail podcast. That’s the key to his brilliance: he brings both humanity and levity to all of his characters.
The first time I ever saw him was on stage in Birdland at the Royal Court, back in 2014 as a rock star going off the rails in a metallic jacket. He’d already played Moriarty in Sherlock by then and won a Bafta for being the best thing in the show, but I had no idea who he was (I don’t watch things about men who are really good at doing maths in their heads). I still remember sitting at the back of the circle and thinking: that man is a star. His performance was vintage Scott: manic charisma, sexy but in a way that felt a bit dangerous, all with a vulnerable tenderness at its heart.
He’s an actor who can do the biggies. In 2017 he played Hamlet, making the prince into a sensitive man whose life has become unmoored by grief. I saw the nearly four hour running time of Robert Icke’s production and went to the theatre with a visceral sense of martyrdom, but Scott made it feel like it wasn’t long enough. It was the first time I’d watched Hamlet and not fallen asleep; usually I wake up and everyone on the stage is dead. But Scott made it so that I could understand every word he was saying… suddenly I understood why everyone else liked it so much.
And as Garry Essendine in Noel Coward’s Present Laughter in 2019, he picked up a host of gongs including Best Actor at our Evening Standard Theatre Awards. Not only did his hilarious performance light up our summer, but the production had an important political meaning too, allowing the queer subtext in Coward’s work to be openly expressed. As Scott himself said in his acceptance speech, “I think sometimes [Coward is] accused of being a dusty old playwright but he smuggles through comedy really modern ideas about sexuality and gender. He sort of says it’s okay to live a life that’s less ordinary.”
But whatever he’s in, he always becomes the bit you never forget. Psychotic taxi driver in Black Mirror? Tick. Upper class World War One officer getting through the trauma with gallows humour in 1917? Tick. Welsh bookshop owner disowned by his family for being gay, who made us cry every tear in our body in Pride? Tick. Priest who would make you hotfoot to confession (even though you are an atheist) in Fleabag? As we know, tick, tick, tick.
His next project is playing Tom Ripley in a new mega-series about Patricia Highsmith’s enigmatic con artist, alongside Johnny Flynn and Dakota Fanning, and we already know Scott will make us forget every other Ripley depiction we’ve ever seen – apols Matt Damon.
Andrew Scott – in pictures
It’s not just his first class acting chops, though. Scott has an electric quality to him that makes us feel intimately connected to him. Who else could have us hanging off his every ‘to be or not to be’ and also make us feel like we could have a deep and meaningful with him at 2am in a toilet?
Give Scott an Oscar. Give him a knighthood. Give him our phone numbers. Give him everything. We pledge allegiance to the way of the Scott.