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Category: Beauty

Obsessing Over…

“I love you more than my own skin.” Frida Kahlo

Peter Thomas Roth Gentle Complexion Correction Pads. Okay honestly fuck the pads, I’m just obsessed with everyone telling me how even my skins been looking. Which okay fine– wouldn’t be possible without these alpha hydroxy acid, beta hydroxy acid and botanically formulated antiseptic warlocks that clear out blackheads, refine pores, regulate healthy cell turnover and reduce fine lines. Basically its a new face in a jar. Which– you’re so welcome, you totally need it.

I Whip My Hair Back and Forth.

“Gorgeous hair is the best revenge.” Ivana Trump

I have really high hopes that fall will usher a renaissance of beautiful hair. Lux shades, long locks. Messy buns. Loose waves. It’s been fun watching all of you half shave, chop cut and pastel dye your hair. But come on, did you really think it would last forever? Nobody looks good half shaved except for a dog fresh out of surgery. Chop cuts work for very few, and pastel hair– again, nobody. The only justifiable reason to go rogue with your color is to be different. And when everyones gone “different,” don’t you think it becomes, I don’t know… impotent?

Though I’m not one to change my hair story, why remedy a good thing? I do love to spend a great deal of time fantasizing what it would be like to change it up. So if you’re going to stray from the ultimate style, long long and longer– sometimes a look back is the only way to get ahead…

The Middle Bang Long Collar

A Kate Moss signature– the Bob’s way chicer gypset cousin from Nice.

The Bumpit

Flat front, full teased back. Sophia. Brigitte. Need I say more?

The Messy Bun

 The top knot’s stoner sister. Hello again.

The Half Up Half Down

A 2003 fave, with extra volume its full on BB chic.

The Long Layered Cow Lick

When asked by Refinery this morning thoughts on bringing back the “Rachel,” the answer is no. Never. Ever. Again. Too cropped. Too mushroomy. Too Florence Henderson. Soften the cut. Drop the locks and it’s a total yes for the Claudia, aka the 90s, long layered cow lick.

In terms of color- a ginger storm is about to wage. cinnamon. saffron. garnet. I semi sanction it. Weird, I know. Otherwise its blackbery, chestnut, cocoa, double fudge brownie, honey, butterscotch or sunflower. Highlights in a Gisele kind of way are having a total moment and head flare if you must– more crown less flower.

Images courtesy of Hairstyles24, Moments in my Mind & Fashion-Modeling,

The Great Debate

“Take commonplace, clean it and polish it.” John Cocteau

Anyone who knows me knows I do not fuck around when it comes to my nails. I’ve been getting them done every two weekes religiously for the past ten years and to me hands are like a second mouth. Nails always have something to say. Mine speak of understated elegance, unrelenting chicness. Yours? From what I’ve seen– not so much.

To a certain degree I get it, standing before rows of color can be quite intimidating. Especially when 15 women are yelling “pik’a colah” at you. Except that it’s really not. That difficult. Out of all the options available, both mainstay and seasonal– there are only a handful meant to be taken seriously. Blue-based reds. Black. Nude. Grey. Blue. Brown. That’s it. No orange. No purple. No green. And never under any circumstance pink. Or yellow. Ever. Neon? What the fuck is neon?

OPI Red/ Black Onyx/ Brooch the Subject/ Gym Dandy/ Russian Navy/ Suzi Loves Cowboy

When it comes to the great debate, OPI vs. essie, there’s an easy solution. OPI for bold primary colors. Essie for pastels, nudes and mauves. OPI can’t get their natural palette down without looking streaky and essie can’t get their primaries opaque enough. Done and Done.

Nails and toes should never match and should always balance one another as an aesthetic whole. E.g. no OPI Red toes with Ski Teal We Drop fingers. They’re great singular colors, but red + teal is a major ‘art deco’ imbalance. Unless you’re wearing this. OPI Red toes with Sand Tropez fingers is an entirely different story though. A major vogue story. I tend to lead with the stronger color on my feet, but that’s because I like for my energy to flow up, not down. And I also have really nice finger nail beds for neutrals. Square with rounded edges only. Not square. Not round. No claws outside the bedroom.

Like Linen/ Sand Tropez/ Dutch Tulips/ You Don’t Know Jacques/ Yogaga/ Chinchilly

Generally speaking ’they say’ go dark for fall and light for spring but I could care less about seasons. Especially when some places don’t have them. To me it’s all about picking colors that are just naturally posh– in addition to complimenting you skin, location and life tone. If you’re of the tan persuasion the nail world is your oyster. Within reason. Pale, not so much. Bold color is your only pearl.

Ambiguous shades are a total deal breaker. Reddish orange– no. Purpleish pink, MOM– fuck no. Stay away from shimmer and only make exceptions for sparkle on New Years never. Nail art– don’t come again?

Color So Hot it Berns/ I Break for Manicures/ Angel Food / Jazz/ Ski Teal We Drop/ Roadhouse Blues

Remember that an esthetician can be your best friend, or my worst fucking enemy. Color, shape, shade– none of that matters unless you’ve found a total perfectionist with over the top OCD tendencies. Someone who files fast, buffs deep and stops at nothing short of painted perfection. She must understand the nail bed and appreciate your cuticle story. The best are at BB. Where you can totally catch my fashion broadcasts. Win, mother fucking win. Your welcome.

The Beautiful People. The Beautiful People.

“Part of me is afraid to get close to [beautiful] people because I’m afraid that they’re going to leave.” Marilyn Manson

So my ad prayers have finally been answered! kind of. Granted it was me I wished on a beach/yacht/bed with Ashton– Alessandra makes for a totally worthy opponent. I don’t know who or what the fuck Colcci is, but I like where their aesthetic appreciation of beautiful people is at.

 

 

Um, No Thanks. I’ll Have My Stars With Makeup.

“Joy Lin got hired after interning. Joy Lin knows Photoshop.” Girls

So like a few weeks ago when I was at the gym I saw on Wendy Williams this high school girl who started a vlog in protest of teen magazines using Photoshop. Something or another about real beauty… Then I read somewhere that they were planning to picket outside the Teen Vogue offices. And then, I read on Twitter that it totally went down. They picketed that shit. And then they were snubbed. By the editor in chief. Who is probably really ugly unPhotoshopped too, but whatever.

I just have to say that I’m really over the whole down with Photoshop movement. Like its been addressed– all magazines, and nearly every other image based enterprise out there edits their pictures. All of them. All the time. Can’t we build a bridge and get over it already? Like at this point, who the fuck cares? I’ll have my stars with makeup, airbrushing and Photoshop please. Don’t you see enough mediocre, un-doctored humans in your everyday life? I do. Thats what makes magazines so chic. They’re not the norm. But a microcosm of shiny, flawless beauty. They inspire. If you feel depressed after reading them then, maybe it’s time to see a therapist. Or a personal trainer. Magazines are whimsical. And imaginative. And filled with fixed pics. Cover to cover. If you leave with a negative self image, I’m pretty sure you had it before opening W. And if you feel to have been the victim of Bazaar’s “ideals of beauty,” its because you never had any to begin with. Or you’re like really impressionable.

Besides, there are plenty of “real” people and pictures out there to look at. Facebook. Tumblr. Montana. I should start a movement to Photoshop their regularity, just because I’m tired of it. And like all I’m saying is that, by caring about the Photoshopped few whom you’ll probably never meet, more so than the regular masses you encounter on the street, is just reinforcing their supremacy from which you are working against. You’re in high school. Perhaps start your own glossy with all of your curly haired baby weighted friends, see how well that sells. Maybe start an activism group that promotes tolerance or saves the polar bears. Or just go get fucked up and lose your virginity like the rest of us did. I mean, you’ve basically been black listed from every chic industry at this point so you might as well learn to give great head. Start the healing and stop fucking with magazines.

Image courtesy of HollywoodDame

If You’re Going to be in My Life Space, Do You Mind Changing Your Face?

“A face is like the outside of a house, and most faces, like most houses, give us an idea of what we can expect to find inside.” Loretta Young

Honestly my need to make people better beautiful isn’t just about the clothes on their body. I’m also really concerned with hair, teeth, physiques and faces especially. Did I mention I was obsessed with the Sims growing up? Anyway, I’ve always had really great control issues foresight when it comes to physical appearances. I see a person as they are and instantaneously I know what they should be doing aesthetically to look their best self. What a peach I am. It’s a gift and a curse really, but whatever. In high school I told this undercover cutie that if he took out his cornrows he’d be way hot. And he did. And he was. Until he started hooking up with this junior, and not me. We wound up getting sexual years later- and to this day he hasn’t dared cornrows. Honestly, total gift. Me. Him. The world…

Anyway, last night after Safety not Guaranteed (sureally cute) I stopped by Lall’s who I haven’t seen since gifting him a little of my skincare clairvoyance. Which haply I report, took 15 years from his face. He’s like a boy of 17 again but better! It totally got me thinking that I should share his epidurmal success with the world- well the world of this blog, and in the process create a Sick City Windows Facial Bible. I should warn though that your new face will be flawless and it’s totally not my fault if someone decides to chew on it.

La Roche- Posay Effaclar Deep Cleansing Foaming Cream. Whether you have acne or not, this cleanser is phenom. But if you do have acne, use this wash and I promise pimples no more. The lather is crazy chic and it leaves you deeply cleansed with virginal pores.

La Roche-Posay Redermic [R] Intensive Anti-Aging Corrective Treatment. This is what I prescribed for Lall and is the only way to go for wrinkle rectification just short of a face lift. It has a ton of Retinol and a bunch of other salacious ingredients. From parched to aqueous in one month flat.

Philosophy Turbo Booster Vitamin C Powder. My crazy ex swore by this tincture. Just add it into your regular moisturizer and bam, free radical free. It also happens to be the only product proven to remedy red marks. Which, are not to be confused with dark spots that have countless corrective solutions.

Anthelios 45 Ultra-Light Fluid. Last year I learned a really valuable lesson about sunscreen. A botched facial at Bliss left me red marked, seeing red and literally breathing fire all the way to my regular esthetician’s. Who told me the damage was done and the only thing left to prevent permanent marks was to lather on sunscreen and layer on masks. Did I mention it was summer? Yup. Anyway, my point in telling this story is that despite what you’ve heard about about toner and moisturizer- sunscreen really is the most important part of any skincare regimen. It saves you from a plethora of face problems down the line. Obviously it wards of wrinkles. But sunscreen also protects you from melasma and prevents red marks from turning brown, a totally trendy problem lately. I’m not a fan of moisturizer with sunscreen (2-in-1 died along with Pert Plus), so I found this Anthelios fluid. Lightweight. Fragrance free. Perfect. And really, even though I use it at least once a day, the bottle has lasted well over a year.

Effaclar Duo Dual Action Acne Treatment. Honestly, I have adult acne. My friends call it “1-pimple,” but whatever– it makes me want to die. It’s completely hormonal and totally shitty. And while it has compassioned me barely a little, it’s more so just left me bitter. So if you’re like me–  zitty and unhappy, unhappy because you’re zitty, stock up on this treatment. You may shed a few layers of face but I’m sure you needed it.

Kiehl’s Ultra Facial Moisturizer. My mom gave me a bottle as a gift one day and I’ve never looked back. I try to stay away from super rich anything but this formula has never led me astray, or left my skin anything but satisfiedly hydrated. Kiehl’s also offers a discount program for every empty bottle you bring back. Which is basically the best loyalty program ever.

Lastly, don’t forget to exfoliate and never under any circumstance are you to wipe forcefully, pick or touch your face. Keep licking to a minimum.

Image courtesy of Laure Ferreira.

A benefit to the UES!!!

This has been a week full of ups and downs when it comes to benefit and I… First I find out they opened right around the corner from me on 74th and 3rd and I’m UP. Then I find out they discontinued my cannot live without (let alone leave the house without) powder Georgia, and I’m way way DOWN. Clearly in need of a new beauty bounty- I saunter on over to the aborbs new boutique and despite my initial skepticism, was made over flawlessly by the super fab Sam Most- clearly (and now evenly toned) back UP again! While I’m a firm believer in the school of “if it aint broke don’t fix it” (and I never would’ve fixed my Georgia addiction because it made me a vision of peach perfection) I am beyond happy with my revamped regimen.

Never one to keep a secret, especially one that makes the world a more beautiful place
Say hello to my sick new arsenal of skin perfection:

The POREfessional pro balm so adept at minimizing your pores you’ll wonder if you ever had them to begin with!

they’re Real! mascara which lengthens, curls, lifts and separates- my lashes have just reached a whole new level and its past my eyebrows!

“that gal” brightening face primer- yours (and mine) go-to for the ultimate in deliciously dewey skin.

hervana, a “good karma” face powder of shades lucky shell, divine peach, heavenly rose and berry delight for a totally enlightened tone.

high beam luminescent complexion enhancer- a perfect accent for cheek and brow bones, and what i found out today is it even works on your nose!

Benefit, founded by twin sisters Jean and Jane (former models and make-up artists) began creating cosmetics in the 70′s, opening up shop in sunny San Fran. The neighborhood venture and beauty “locker room” quickly became a mecca of make-up and go-to for gloss gossip that is now a thriving global beauty biz with over thirty boutiques across the world.

A favorite of mine for years, I actually found out about the brand while working for another ues local hot spot, Big Drop, and I’ve never looked back, or better! 

benefit, 1301 Third Ave, 212.288.4728
Images courtesy of benefit.com

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