Only The Sun Should Be Shining - RMS Beauty 'Un' Powder

Is this a shiny T-zone I see before me? - Shakespeare (whenever he looked in the mirror). If only poor William had managed to nab some of the stage make-up his actors wore, although come to think of it, it was lead-based and probably would have killed him. Nowadays while we may still suffer for our beauty (as anyone who's ever endured a bikini wax can confirm), we no longer die for it.

And so today we continue my love affair with the work of Rose-Marie Swift and her line of pure as pure can be cosmetics (you can read my review of 'Un' Cover-up here), which is about as far away from the toxic make-up of the Elizabethan era as you can possibly get. As the RMS Beauty site points out, the line is in fact about "supporting your natural beauty and long-term health" and "reviving your youthful glow and letting that shine through, rather than covering and concealing with layers of chemicals." While I'm all for letting my inner beauty shine through, I really don't think she meant for it to radiate from forehead to chin.

Long before RMS Beauty's tinted 'Un' Powders came along, there was the one, the original 'Un' Powder. So finely milled you might find yourself doubting its very existence but let me assure you that it is very real and very effective. Don't be alarmed by its snow-white appearance, the colour disappears on contact with your skin and only its amazing oil control absorption abilities are left behind. It comes with its own powder puff but after sifting a little into the lid, I prefer to use my Real Techniques Powder Brush to sweep some along my T-Zone, being careful to bring it in around the sides of my nose. It mattifies oily areas with ease and leaves skin feeling flower-petal soft.



At £28 from Content, it's not the cheapest way to set your make-up but having tried talc-filled drugstore alternatives, the money's worth it if it means not wanting to scratch my face off come 5 o'clock. The only reason I'm not awarding this powder Holy Grail status is that I can't shake the niggling feeling that I might prefer one of its tinted brethren, fickle beauty blogger that I am.