Product Review: Gorgeous Cosmetics ‘Prism’ Highlighter

I trialled this the day after a relatively large Saturday night, when everything was working against my skin. Lack of sleep, an enthusiastic consumption of wine, the prerequisite McDonalds drive thru on the way home … a new spot or two, dark smudges beneath my eyes and an overall lack of healthy pallour.

Prism Powder Highlighter from Gorgeous Cosmetics promises ethereal skin and an instant wake up call. What better time to challenge the promise than off the back of a big night that saw me topple off a bar stool? With all the odds stacked against it, could this velvety soft powder really come through? If this was a reality television show (apart from being boring) now would be the time the camera would zoom in on my (tired) face as I looked off into the distance and pondered. And a suitable song would take us out to an ad break.

So,the verdict? Very soft. Luminescent without being shimmery. I glowed. I’m not sure of the trickery involved in micro-fine light reflecting particles that resulted in my face going from ‘are you hungover?’ to ‘wow you’re glowing’ (comments made by me, looking in the mirror) but it worked. A sweep under the eyes, a dusting on the cheekbones – and I’m practically J-Lo circa Love Don’t Cost a Thing.

Absolutely worth having on hand as a basic highlighter or a replacement for foundation during the day. Or when it’s not okay to look so hungover.

RRP: $55

About Olivia Hambrett

Liv Hambrett is the Editor in Chief of Trespass. She has a weakness for the Scandinavian pop scene, doughnuts, and escapism (among many other things). She routinely pours cups of tea and forgets about them, buys international glossy magazines even though they highlight her fashion, fiscal and physical shortcomings and has lost count of how many perfumes she owns. This doesn't stop her from buying more. One day, she will write a bestselling book, turn it into an award winning screenplay, and retire to a villa (or yacht, she's not fussy) in the Mediterranean, to live out the rest of her days in sundrenched peace. If you lose her, look under a pile of books, scrap paper and empty tea cups, or check her bank statements for any recent, rash plane-ticket purchases. Don't try and call her, she's probably lost her phone.