THE FUSE

For the past few years, blush has followed a pretty simple philosophy: More is more. We’ve swept it across our cheekbones, dusted it over the bridges of our noses, draped it toward our temples, and piled on enough pigment to make “blush blindness” a legitimate part of the beauty vernacular. (The term refers to becoming so accustomed to seeing yourself in blush that you keep adding more without realizing quite how much is actually on your face.) For a while, it seemed like there was no such thing as too much blush.