Like a beauty (and nicer) version of the Black Plague, OPI My Private Jet permeated my makeup immersed world and infected me with a curiosity about it. What was it about MPJ that was suddenly so magnetic, so attractive that I had to take the A train to 35th street and buy it? Was it the fervor surrounding the polish, creating a veil of mystic and high demand thereby forcing beauty suppliers to increase their stock of it? Or was it the polish itself, a red-tinged bronzy dark brown suffused with gold and green shimmer particles? It resembles rich chocolate, melted in some highly trained French chef’s polished kitchen, mixed with copious amounts of sparkling colored sugar. Whatever the reason, I’ve got the bottle next to me and a swatch to show you.
It has been described as a smokey black by others, but I see it as more of a dark brown with holographic glitter. Like my behavior towards YDKJ , I did not jump into the popular polish party immediately. I gave MPJ a more favorable score on the attractiveness scale, but I couldn’t see myself wearing a color that looked like it could not flatter my tanned skin. Until now, my stubborn self stuck to the reds, blues, purples and greens that I love. It took a chocolate comparison to get me to this day, but I have now seen the light – the glitter reflected light.