Tida lives in an orange, hidden house in downtown LA. It so hidden that I almost drove by it and made one of the more daredevil screeching park jobs in my life upon arrival. Tida had no preference about the makeup so I decided to do a silent film look to switch up the decades of late. It morphed into something more modern because I wanted it to be more wearable than Clara’s mile long, rectangle eyebrows, though they are fabulous. The night was a wonderful combination of good company, drawing, and salami with numerous flavors of kettle chips.