Amber Boardman

A day or two after my phone interview with Amber Boardman last week, I found myself hurriedly walking out the door of my apartment, doomed to be 10-minutes late for my next meeting, barefaced and wrinkled. In the rearview on my way into the city, I noticed an absurd smeared pattern on my eyelid -- nothing like some poorly applied mascara to bring you back to earth.