this is my name

Max Factor. This was how I was christened. I had been given a name. This became my name. I was me, Ms Factor, Ms M Factor. Cosmetically, I understood for the first time what it was to be called. Into that face I looked with huge almond eyes and the deep line of the eyebrow. Whilst posing for my portrait the artist left me with a scalped head except for two revealing tufts of black in the middle of my forehead. This was to be my significant feature with the black eyeliner, representing another meaning altogether. I appeared half complete, bejewelled neckwear and clothed in a cream tunic. Time, Ms Factor, said the artist, time is the essence.