Portfolio of an Esthetician
Welcome to My-Line
Esthetician portfolios are like fingerprints. No two are the same. If you ever find two that are? Run.
In a world splattered with makeup looks, glorious skin goals, and inventive lash wizardry, a portfolio is both shield and sword. It's proof. It's poetry. It's the “ta-da!” moment after a big reveal. And yes, it’s absolutely a must-have, like setting spray or that secret stash of under-eye patches we keep for emergencies (you know the ones).
Welcome to myine. Yes, I spell it that way. Is it “mine,” “my-line,” or “magical unicorn binder of destiny”? Pick the one you like best. For me, it’s always been sort of like an ever-growing lookbook—except it’s not just about faces. It’s moods and moments, afternoons where smoky purples bled into giggles, or post-midnight pouts constructed with three different glosses (and no small amount of drama).
Let’s talk style themes. Some days, my portfolio is a kaleidoscope of color. Neon liners perched above soft, cloudlike foundations. Freckles dotted in metallic gold. Eyebrows with attitudes. There’s a whole wing dedicated to “Things I Swore Wouldn’t Work But Do.” People ask, “Can you do classic bridal?” and I send them a photo of dewy skin, but also of a bride from last July who requested “alien princess” as a theme. We did pearls. Lots of pearls.
Skills? I’ve collected them like Pokémon cards. Brow lamination? Done. Breathable, glassy skin with that “are you even wearing makeup?” finish? Also done. Color correction? I once neutralized a sunburn before brunch and the client left eleven hearts in my DMs. Eleven!
But beyond the photos and the labels—editorial, bridal, bold, “Softly Electric” (yes, it’s a thing. No, I won’t stop)—there are those little bits of brilliance I’ve been blessed with. Like figuring out how to make a face sparkle without it looking like a disco ball explosion. Or when a client sits down and says, “Surprise me,” and I just know today’s a day for turquoise.
A portfolio isn’t just a book.
It's a living parade. My own private fashion week, but wilder. On some pages, it’s all blush bombs and those lashes you can see from two streets away. On others, it’s subtlety, like “I woke up like this and I’m definitely not hiding two espressos behind this glow.”
So, peek around. Flip through. This isn’t only about how much I adore skin, or makeup, or doing things a little (okay, a lot) differently. It’s about sharing my story, one face at a time. And maybe inspiring you to find that perfect, odd, striking style you didn’t know you wanted.
Because an esthetician’s portfolio isn't a must-have.
It's a playground.
And, darling, you’re absolutely invited.