I love make-up and have no plans to stop wearing it. I’m confident my ancestors would have gone from bemused to exasperated by my make-up cabinet, its chunky bottles of brown liquid foundations, palettes, pencils, brushes, sponges, powders, pens, primers, setters and glosses. My love of adornment has an ancestral resonance to it, though, and that’s a resonance I intend to own.