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In Defense Of Alex Rodriguez: How Somebody Who Sort Of Works In The Beauty Industry Sees Things

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I don’t know if it’s all the coffee I didn’t drink this morning or if my brain is still in a state of melt after this weekend, but Jesus, can we stop giving Alex Rodriquez such a hard time?
 
This is my "why??" face. Also this headline is way harsh. 
 
I kind of understand, after writing about beauty for only a few short months, the neurosis that comes with putting yourself out there to the public as you try to reach some ideal. 
 
No, I’m not consumed in my own vanity, constantly limping around for compliments and obsessed with what others may or may not think about me. But it was kind of weird the other day: Olivia had a particularly unflattering photo of me that she posted to Twitter--*hold up* to say that Olivia and other chicks around the office (Mandy, I think you’ve said this, if you’re reading), have pointed out to me that I’m pretty relaxed about photos that people take and post of me.
 
I never ask anyone to delete a photo of me or not to post it to their Instagram or wherever if they really want to. And that’s not because I look great in every photo. It’s because I’ve finally, in the past few years, been able to loosen my grip on that paranoia of having an unflattering photo posted; of caring too much about that kind of thing. It’s quite liberating, and I think it’s part of finally moving on from being bulimic. 
 
During high school, two of my closest friends, along with myself, were image-obsessed. One was clearly anorexic. She wasn’t happy about much, but if she looked nice in a photo, it was considered a triumph. She posted a photo to Facebook (who DOES that anymore?) of the two of us together in bikinis, I HUGE compared to her teeny 2007-Nicole-Richie frame. 
 
Long story short, she posted it, I was mortified, and freaked out, our friendship was threatened as she refused to take it down--until she did. I think she cropped me out and reposted it. 
 
It’s hard to change your body image for the better, and even harder to keep it that way. When Olivia Tweeted (god, it was like high school) the photo on Friday, I demanded she take it down. Maybe I was too cool about that kind of thing before--she probably thought I would laugh. Or maybe I’m slipping back? I think I’m becoming a little more sensitive to that kind of thing as it’s kind of my job to look pretty on the Internet every day. To be said with a whiny Cher Horowitz inflection: It's so. Much. Pressure!
 
My job is also to help people feel better about themselves by way of feeling prettier. WHICH, by the way, I don’t consider a bad thing. I’m of the school of looking hot for yourself. Sure, there’s a path of people that the looking-hot effects--my boyfriend will think I look hot and straight-up tell me I look hot and also we’ll bone; that one dude will say I have a cute skirt on; Instagram homie will ask what kind of shampoo I use; Emily calls me her “gorgeous angel”--but ultimately, all paths lead back to me feeling good about myself, right? Is that totally f#$%ed? 
 
Americans set our athletes up as gods, rock stars, role models, comedians, legends. We want Johnny Carson, Mick Jagger, Michael Jordan and Mother Theresa all rolled into one. And records! They always need to break records. Records that were never supposed to be broken. They must sell us man-panties on billboards. 
 
The differences between being expected to constantly look hot as some sort of beauty inspiration or even just eye candy, and being a professional athlete (who is also expected to look hot now, no?), are that A) beautiful people get to cheat and B) we’ve broadened our horizons (a bit, at least) as to what exactly “beauty” means. 
 
Let’s start with point B. There will be no “horizon broadening” as to what it means to be a good athlete--come on. Are we going to start glorifying guys that come halfway to meeting a record? Like, “Oh, that Jason Kidd! He shot TWELVE three-pointers and made TWO! I really want to buy his jersey and also a 2014 Jason-Kidd-Forgot-To-Wear-Shirts calendar.” Nobody appreciates the work that went into training for the season; they want to see how you perform in a series of games. Not good? BYE, YOU’RE TRADED AS PART OF A PACKAGE DEAL FOR LEBRON. Or whatever. 
 
Moving on to my initial point: even as we start to appreciate a wider set of beauties--literally, even--we’re still totally OK with beautiful people getting injections, tucks, peels, lasers, sucks, whatever, in order to stay beautiful or surpass their current level of beautiful. I promise, if the need for amazing clothing and other expensive things that I must have and be constantly surrounded by doesn’t get in the way, that I will someday drop mad money on some lip injections and anything else a machine or syringe can do to make my body hot that doesn’t involve a scalpel. 
 
And it’s not just the beauty influencers that are doing this: EVERYBODY is cheating at this point. Your kid’s elementary school teacher probably got a little Botox, and your hippie pilates instructor totally has extensions. We’re a culture obsessed with perfection, and once we’ve seen it, we realize we haven’t actually seen it, so bigger, skinnier, shinier, blonder, darker, MORE natural, LESS makeup, LONGER NAILS, NO, NOW SHORTER. 
 
It’s a bit of a game, the way we’re pressured to be beautiful and perfect, until deciding that something else is more beautiful and perfecter. At least we have options and judgment is subsiding. But with athletes, there are no shortcuts, nothing to improve your chances to meet those unattainable-until-YOU-attain-them goals that keep shooting higher out of reach.
 
Well, not really though. How much money does Nike pour into R&D? What about those fast swimsuits they wear during the Olympics? $30,000 in-home aqua therapy machines.
 
At what point were we like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, human growth hormone? You’re a monster, get out.” And through Restylane-swollen lips nonetheless. Why can’t we be more honest with ourselves? We’re a society of cheaters! We’re a society that takes shortcuts and gets rich quickly and skinnier even quicker with this new supplement!
 
I really have a hard time wrapping my mind around the memory of a friend of mine’s mother defending her varsity-baseballer son, gushing, “You know, the boys on OUR team I don’t think would EVER take any sort of performance enhancers!” as they started cracking down on that kind of thing in Texas high schools. She had fake tits, a fake tan, fake lips, and a fake Louis Vuitton handbag, and found a way to get her daughter a prescription to Adderall just before going off to college.  
 
Alex, I don’t know how you do it. I always tend to make fun of people with insane amounts of money, mostly because I can’t really fathom what that would be like and so I try to laugh it off because the thought makes me uncomfortable. Whenever my friends get bummed about their team being knocked out of the playoffs and I hear a, “poor Dirk!” I--well first I’m like OMG I could totally bone Dirk Nowitzski--and then I say, “Yeah, he’s probably going to go home and dry his tears in wads of money.” 
 
But it’s all that money and all those resources that enable dudes like Alex or Lance Armstrong to even do this kind of thing to begin with, right? All that money and all those people wanting you to be all those things I mentioned earlier? CUE QUEEN
 
All I’m trying to say is that we demand a lot from our athletes. I’m not advocating that we should turn the collective dial down and lower our standards, but rather to be careful about deitizing one another. 
 
There’s an element of real-human-being-ness that gets lost when we expect too much from celebrities and athletes, and I think that deep down we appreciate seeing them slip back into mortality. Whether an outward appreciation, like HuffPost’s, “Clothes celebs wear that you can ACTUALLY afford!” slideshows, or a more sinister pleasure that we get seeing Reese Witherspoon get a DUI (which, by the way, I thought she handled with hilarity and class).
 
I’m really going to try to never bitch and moan about the perceived pressure to be pretty, because seeing the imperfect-athlete backlash makes me realize that the pressure to be beautiful is completely self-imposed. Beauty and perfection are two totally separate concepts, and I (weirdly enough) now finally get that. I actually now have a whole new level of appreciation for athletes after witnessing the whole Lance Armstrong thing go down (in Austin!), and now A-Rod’s drama here in New York. We're a society of cheating hypocrites, but at least we're all really pretty. **blots oil from nose, flips hair**

I Am Officially The Budget Jennifer Lopez

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Remember when I was all like, “Lol my skin is perfect”? 
 
“LOL! JK JK JK,” SHAT UP! 
 
Yah well that was a fun few weeks! And then, without getting too gory, it wasn’t so fun! I think what really kicked off my few months of facepussmounds was a particularly drying face mask. (I won’t bash it, but I will NEVER recommend it. I never recommend anything that I don’t actually like. You know that right?)
 
I whined about it to thebestever facialist, Irina at Badescu, as she stared at me through the huge magnifying glass above my face during my second visit, squeezing some creamy goodness from the underground pore mess happening in the chin/cheek region. 
 
“You shouldn’t be trying all of these products. It is making your skin angry.”
 
Yah, I know. But it’s part of my job. I get sent these things, and I have to try them before I can tell people about them. I am probably the second prettiest guinea pig of all time. 
 
I see you, bitch. 
 
“OK, so you try them on your hand. Or your arm. Do not put these things on your face. Not when it’s like this. I’m sorry, but I can’t get every pore this time. Every single one of them is clogged like a grain of rice,” YES SHE TOLD ME I HAD A RICE GRAIN’S WORTH OF ZIT PASTE IN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY PORES. 
 
So I kind of brushed it off because, like, how am I going to try a pore-tightening serum on the back of my hand? Or a charcoal mask on my kneecaps? And am I really going to waste this $150 day cream on my ass cheeks?
 
If there's any hint that this product isn't supposed to be used on your ass, it's the size of the included application spoon. 
 
I mean, I don’t know how well you think you know me, but if you thought I answered that last question with a “No,” then you must have missed every annoying thing I’ve ever said or done on the internet, so, like, bravo. 
 
Well, at first I was kind of bummed on the fact that I had a small fortune of skincare products sitting under my bed that I couldn’t even use. So I shoved them into a bag when my friend Catie came over, hoping that she’d foster parent. At least I knew they’d be going to a good home. 
 
Then Catie left everything at my place because she, understandably, didn’t want to carry a huge hot pink ABPR bag full of high-end skincare products to the bars. **real problems** 
 
That was almost the weeks ago. I literally couldn’t GIVE this stuff away. After a shower one evening, all damp and perfectly prepped for post-bathing moisturization (You know to do this in the first 10 minutes of getting out, right? Your skin will absorb the lotion better), I twisted open one of the jars peaking out of Catie’s bag. 
 
It was Délivré’s Daily Nourishing Moisturizer. I honestly had no clue how much cash I was smearing onto my legs, butt, arms, and collarbones. But, ¾ of a two-ounce jar later, I was feeling too rich to really care. 
 
This is me not caring and feeling very budget-rich. Not because of the cream, this photo is from college (taken by my ride-or-die homie, Frankie), and I felt as such because I still had my parents' credit card. It was for groceries and school supplies. 
 
I was basically Jennifer Lopez with a jar of La Mer. Except, like, the budget version of Jennifer Lopez with a jar of La Mer, because the Délivré was $85. So, if Créme De La Mer is $285 for two ounces, I’m like a good 30% J Lo. So sexy. 
 
 
Honestly, I thought it would feel nice immediately, sink into my skin, and keep me moisturized as well and as long as your average body lotion. Nope. Two days later, as I bucked a pair of shoes I noticed that my legs looked particularly radiant. I don’t ever even really use that word, but if you saw my legs it would totally make sense.
 
Oh, I should also point out that no, I hadn’t showered or applied body lotion or done much of anything as far as personal hygiene for those two days besides tending to my face skin and brushing my teeth. 
 
From there, I stepped up my percentage to at least 50% Jenny-From-The-Miami-Penthouse-By-Way-Of-Her-Beverly-Hills-Estate, and slathered myself in Restorsea’s Rejuvenating Day Cream at a whooping $150 for a 1.7-ounce jar. 
 
I’m sitting here trying to math this out right now, and I just Googled “how to cross multiply” and I can’t make any sense of this, but I’m guessing that equals out to around 50% worth of Lopez. 
 
Anyway, the main difference between the Restorsea moisturizer and the Délivré is that the former has no mineral oil, while it is the fourth ingredient listed on Délivré’s. My body skin, I think, reacts well to mineral oil. I found Délivré’s cream to be extremely rich and moisturizing, while Restorsea’s felt very nourishing (its moisturizers are in the form of shea butter and glycerin, although the other also has shea butter), but didn’t leave my skin with the same glowy look, nor did it last as long as the other cream. It does soften my skin nicely and leave it feeling comfortably moisturized. It also has a really fresh and subtle floral smell that I kind of love.
 
HOWEVER, these are intended to be used as face creams, so I’d definitely use the Restorsea moisturizer on my face before the heavier option. At least during the daytime and during the summer as my skin isn’t very dry. I could see myself switching to the Délivré version as my face gets flakier and the weather turns less muggy. 
 
In conclooshun, NOTHING tops the feeling of disgustingly decadent indulgence, even if you can’t see that big of a change in your skin--so keep that in mind as you continue reading. The only caveat of wast--no, using expensive face creams on your body is that you can definitely find a rich body cream for cheaper with all the mineral oil and shea butter you could ever want or need, but probably without the great anti-aging ingredients and bioactive polyelectrolyte acids that you’ll find in a nice face cream. Which, eh, don’t make THAT much of a difference--immediately, at least--to make me want to spend actual money on it. Pretty sure it was the mineral oil that kept me looking glowy days later, although the formulation was definitely better than any body moisturizer I've tried as far as skin absorption. 
 
And, honestly, it’s kind of a hassle to deal with a completely empty jar after only two uses. Like, is matte green plastic fused onto a metal cap on frosted glass even recyclable? Should I just mail these things to Reformation and suggest they make an environmentally-friendly capsule jewelry collection? And request that they please tag me on the inevitable flood of Instagrams of said collection?

HELP JANE FIGURE OUT WHY HER HAIR IS SO PERFECT

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Yay! Jane's back. Yay! Yay! She went to Costa Rica with young Charlotte for a vacation wherein she, "tried to eat really healthy, so that might have something to do with my hair." 

The first thing everybody said to Jane when she came back was something to the effect of, "Oh my god! Your haaaaiiirr." It looks really full, soft, curly and shiny right now. I don't know if I've ever seen Jane's hair this curly before; I'm honestly still not totally used to it. 

But I LIKE it! And she says it's all thanks to this miracle jungle flower that her hot tour guide with MESMERIZING thick, dark hair told her to squeeze the juices out of and, "ju too, Yane, will hahve amahzing, theek, shiny hair." (She didn't say that he said that, but she told me I could write this post so I'm taking liberties.)

Back to Jane's diet, because this is funny. "So Jane, tell us what exactly it was that you ate." Madeline suggested fresh coconuts. 

"Yeah! And pineapples, and bananas--like, banana bread--and pineapple upside-down cake, and it might have actually been the macadamia nuts. They put those in the chocolate chip cookies." LOL! Jane's fresh, healthy diet consists of FRUITY BAKED GOODS. 

No, a few days of macadamia nuts sprinkled into some cookies isn't going to make your hair all bouncy-curly. It was the plant. And, of course, Jane is too spacey--her words, not mine--to remember the name. She says it looked like a mix between an agave flower and a ginger flower. A red petal-y thing with white tips. 

Artist's rendition. 

My theory is that it's a hybrid with some made-up name that--let's call him Hector--is harvesting to start is own multinational haircare corporation based on the natural miracle plant. OF COURSE he's going give some to Yane Pratt and also try to seduce her so that she raves all over the internet. NOT WORKING, HECTOR, SHE CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT IT'S CALLED. 

Question: Who's been to Costa Rica and DO you know about this miracle plant? Spark Yane's memory in the comments! 

Cop Beyoncé's New Short Hair (Without Scissors)

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In everybody's-losing-their-s#*! news, Beyoncé cut her hair off super-short. It's a bit borrowed-from-the-boys, a bit retro, and she's killing it, obviously. 

Normally, someone debuting a dramatic change via Instagram is just a transparant attempt at jocking for likes. But it's Beyonce. So no. 

I'm absolutely one of those long-haired chicks that will talk about cutting her hair off (really as an opportunity just to talk about myself and how pretty my hair is, not to get anyone's opinion on the matter--yes, that's how we work), but never actually do it. I do, however LOVE the idea of short hair and attempted to recreate the side-parted, out-of-the-face look a la Queen Bey. It's basically a lot of twisting and bobby pins. 

Perhaps a video would have been better, but I will try to be specific:

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1. Cut a clean, deep side part with the pointed end of a comb or a tapered makeup brush. Just drag through hair, keeping the point on the scalp. Separate the sections--you should have a perfect straight-line part. 

2. Take an appropriate (smaller than you think) amount of pomade cream, rub evenly onto your palms, and pull through the lengths of your hair, even close to the roots. This will act as a glue, helping the sections we're about to twist up stick together, control frizz, and add shine. I used blowPro's Mane Tame, and really liked how easily it distributed through my dry hair--usually this kind of stuff leaves it heavy and feeling gross. If you tend to throw your hair up a lot, or wear braids often, this is a great option. 

3. Section out a medium-to-large chunk of hair from the larger half of the part around your face. 

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4. Begin twisting this section away from your face, making sure to twist back the hair closest to the scalp, rather than just the lengths. 

5. As you twist down your hairline, add more hair. Think of the hair-adding process kind of the same way as creating a French braid, just pick up more sections as you make your way around, over the ear, and down to the nape of your neck. 

6. I twisted a bit too far past the middle of my nape, but you can see how the roll looks in the back, right?

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7. Pin the roll onto the scalp. Slip the pin in the underside of the roll, where it rolls into the scalp, making sure to pick up a bit of the roll and a bit of the hair that's flat against your head. If the pin doesn't slip in easily, you probably have too much hair stuffed inside of it. The style (any style, really) will hold in place better if you use more pins holding less hair in each one, than trying to stuff a bunch of hair into too few pins. 

8. Repeat the roll on the other side, you'll have a smaller section of hair to work with. 

9. Now that the sections meet in the back, you can pin and secure into a ponytail if you want. Or if your hair is the perfect shoulder-grazing length, you can let the ends fall down the nape of your neck and they'll look like an adorable Elvis-y ducktail. Since I wanted all my hair up off of my neck, I kept rolling this second, smaller section into the twist, pinning it right on top of the other rolled section. 

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10. MY HAIR IS TOO FREAKING LONG FOR THIS. That's OK, but it got kind of weird at this point. I twisted up the ends of the smaller twist, so that they wouldn't be poking out all crazy from beneath the larger roll. I then tucked the nub behind and a bit under the larger roll and, of course, pinned. 

11. I took the lengths left over from the first, larger roll, and threaded them through the smaller roll that had snaked around my nape. I just kept wrapping the lengths around and through the roll until it was all put up, pinning the ends (in hand) beneath the smaller roll on the side above my ear. 

Oops, some of the ends are kind of sticking out still on my right. Oh well! This is what it looks like all said and done. I used about 16 bobby pins total.

Beyoncé's arm poses are way harder to nail than she makes it look. I figured out, too late, that it's all about bringing your elbows FORWARD toward the camera, and not away. Then you won't look like you have disproportionately small baby arms in every photo. 

You can loosen the rolls to add more volume around your face. Just gently pull apart a bit with your fingers. 

Ta da! So cute if you ignore my terribly awkward apendages!

My neck felt so naked--it was liberating! I should mention that another great thing about this updo is that when you take it down, your hair will be left in some amazingly natural-looking tight little ringlets. Also, thank you Washington state for having amazing vintage. My new favorite top was $10. 

You Don't Not Need To Spend $40 On This

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Going shopping in a wholesale beauty supply store is like trying to buy weekend liquor on a Friday night while still in high school: everything you want is right at your fingertips, but you probably won't be able to get wasted on any of it because YOU DON'T HAVE THE PROPER CREDENTIALS TO PURCHASE ANYTHING. 

Actually, I've had much better luck buying liquor underage than I have trying to buy things at a beauty supply store. Because that one private school kid with the laminating machine doesn't know jack about making a fake beauty license, but he CAN make you a 22-year-old named Isabel from Louisiana. (What? Like you didn't also choose a sexier, slightly foreign-sounding name for your first fake?)

"Elsa Savage" is gonna TEAR IT UP at the apparently ever-so-legendary Bronx beauty supplies just as soon as I get this document figured out in Photoshop. Just playing! That's ill-e-gal. And potentially dangerous--I could seriously eff up somebody's hair with professional bleach or lose hella brain cells to nail glue. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CAN GET THOSE THINGS WITHOUT A LICENSE. 

Oh wait, you can. Sally Beauty Supply sells all the potentially dangerous beauty product you'd ever want or need to unlicensed everybodies--at totally reasonable prices, but a bit higher than a "wholesale" retailer. Why are licenses required again? I'm totally down and understand if they're to keep costs low for working professionals, but any claim that they're for the public's safety is a bit bogus, no? 

HOWEVER, just as we all had that one friend of a friend who could hook it up with the fake in high school, we all have that one friend who's a licensed beauty professional that can take you shopping for wholesale supplies. At least I do. In Austin it was my friend Sam, and thank God for Claire in NYC, who took me to Hi-Fashion Beauty Supplies in Queens. 

It was amazing. We're talking rich-bitch brand nail polish for $3. AISLES of it. And glitter, and lashes, and waxes, and cotton pads, balls, swabs, and tear-apart rolls, and chemicals--so many chemicals. I could probably cook up lots of DIY meth as a nice side project to my fake ID business. I'd do it up all cute with the packaging and stuff, people will be all, "You should totally sell on Etsy!" 

What I really wanted, though, was one of those acrylic wall-mounted nail polish organizers. I'd been perusing them online, but spending $40 on something that isn't instantly gratifying is the thing that I hate doing most in life. I figured I'd be able to get it for way cheaper at the wholesaler. 

Wrong. It was also $40. Or at least that's what they decided they'd charge me--nothing had a price tag. But I saved on shipping and got that instant gratification that I crave, so all in all I'm pretty pleased with myself.

I even INSTALLED the damn thing myself. Dude was all, "Baby! You did it!" Come on, it's, like, four screws. I use more upper body strength giving myself a blowout--don't patronize me. Unless your penis has a Phillips head, I'm probably better at mounting things on walls than you are, B. Although, my disco ball still needs to be drilled into the ceiling! Love you!

Below are the three top reasons why I'm really happy with my purchase.

1. IT'S ART

Well, like a collection of small arts into one big art. **leans forward, cups hand around the back of ear** Excuse me? Did somebody just say that nail polish is not art? I like to refer to 2009 as Chanel's "Jade Period," and argue that it's the reason that everything that's considered aesthetically pleasing since that polish's release comes in some form of mint green. Cupcakes, candies, bridesmaids dresses, scooters. What else do women with eyes like nowadays? 

2. ACRYLIC IS IN 

We've seen it in shoes, handbags, jewelry, tables, chairs, glasses frames. I'm convinced that clear acrylic/lucite/glass will always be sexy. It's CLEAR. It implies nakedness, zero mystery. What you see is what you get. I like my shelving and beauty product storage to reflect that, know what I mean?

3. IT'S NOT JUST FOR NAIL POLISH!

I have at least two human's-worth of junk in my apartment at all times. People are always leaving stuff at my place; certain people basically live over here, so counter, floor, and drawer space is limited. I've lost REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS like pins and house keys recently, so it would be nice to keep them somewhere separate where they wouldn't be knocked onto the floor or into the abyss of my eyeshadow drawer. 

Accessorize! 

Also, film rolls fit nicely in these shelves if you're into that sort of thing. I used to have hobbies... before this job. Now I have 94 bottles of nail polish on my wall. 

4. IT'S NOT JUST FOR NAIL POLISH AND SUNGLASSES AND KEYS AND STUFF YOU LOSE!

It's also a perfect drying rack for thongs. I NEVER have enough corners and knobs to hang my freshly washed panties on. Just loop the waistband over the top of your favorite frosty pink Orly or grey Chiate polish and watch as your 3-for-$30's dry instantly over the next few hours. (Yes, I've graduated from the 5-for-$25 variety. I've finally become the pre-adult I've always wanted to be.)

I apologize for the busted photos in this article. The jig is up, I do not actually see the world exclusively through the viewfinder of a super nice DSLR. 

 

K, the anticipation is killing me. What was the name on your first fake ID? And what's the most illegal document you've forged? 

Real-Life Beauty Stuff: My Weird, Sexy Woodstock Weekend

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A couple of weeks ago, I went upstate to Woodstock for a music festival. I think it was actually right outside of Woodstock, but saying I went “to Woodstock for a music festival” sounds way sexier. And--no offense, Psych Fest--but this was the sexiest music festival I’ve ever been to. 
 
 
Chiefly for the fact that it was invite-only. So sexy. It was some dude name Andy Animal's birthday party! He’s a helluva guy, that Andy. Riding around on his motorcycle all big and hairy and sunglass-ed and sexy. On Saturday during a set, he rode by and accidentally pulled the plug on all the equipment. It was as adorable and charming as a large man on a motorcycle is adorable and charming, and in all seriousness, I find large men on motorcycles the ultimate in those two categories.  
 
Look at the trees! And more importantly, look the back of my jacket!
 
All the music happened under this big white tent held up by humongous carved wooden poles in the middle of a field at the center of the campgrounds. If you wanted to experience the entire party, you needed to come Friday night and stay for Saturday. 
 
 
Just get ready for a barrage of Me pics. Most of the photos form the weekend are too hot for Vain. THFV. 
Intern (pre-promotion) borrowed a HONDA ELEMENT from a sweetie friend and we drove in after (during--lol, sorry Corynne) work on Friday. At this point, I didn’t really know what to make of the weekend ahead, but the Black Lips played a rad show for the party of about 50 shortly after we arrived, so I knew it was all going to be juuuuuust fine. 
 
It was then that I realized that he should definitely be my chauffeur. 
 
The next day, we frolicked in the river right behind our HONDA Element with some bros we met, also from Atlanta. They had these kewt little chocolate candies in the shape of skulls that they shared with us. How sweet is that?  
 
Brayden's photos from the trip are here
 
Then an amazing thing happened: I met a real-life fairy. I’M NOT KIDDING. She was a magical fairy princess angel goddess and she knew Brayden because, without exaggeration, everybody knows Brayden
 
She called me pretty right of the bat, which cemented her status as my best friend for eternity. (Sorry, Abby. Your first words to me were, “You don’t have a personal style bah-log, do you?”) 
 
 
The angel lived in a magical school bus wherein weird and amazing things happened. She led me to her campsite by the hand, waving to her buddy in a tent and announcing, “I went babe hunting! Look what I caught!” (See? Best friends.) Although, I actually must have been looking super ruined because after taking me inside the bus and pouring me a drink she stared more intently at my face. 
 
There were bubbles. 
 
“Do you want some lipstick or something?” She asked, unzipping her pink cosmetics bag full of Lime Crime tubes. She was killing it with spinach-y green eyebrows and an electric-purple lip. She had Crayola-marker-yellow pigtails and super-sexy pointed fiberglass nails in a dreamy shade of washed-out pinkish nude. (I really want her to write for the site...)
 
She had a wildly handsy and inappropriate puppet, obviously. 
 
I smeared a bright coral lipstick onto my fingertip, dabbing my lips and cheeks. I honestly didn’t really care what I looked like at that point, despite bringing a rather large bag of beauty products along for the trip. I really DON’T UNDERSTAND the fascination with “camping beauty.”
 
That's a FULL-SIZED product I'm using. 
 
Like, why are you trying to simplify? Don’t tell me it’s for lack of space--IT’S MAKEUP. You could be a self-proclaimed “beauty junkie” and still load your entire stash in a small-to-medium-sized duffle bag and STILL fit in in the car. IT’S A HONDA FREAKING ELEMENT. We could have taken friends if we had any! Plus it’s not like you’re going on a plane where you have container restrictions, you bozo. Take whatever you want to take!
 
AND DON’T TELL ME it’s because you’ll be “busy” doing “camping stuff.” Oh, you mean SITTING AROUND ON LOGS STARING AT EACH OTHER? Sounds like a perfect time for nail polish. The fumes will dissipate into the vast expanse of fresh air you’re surrounded by. 
 
Forest air does something to my hair. 
 
Plus if you ever NEEDED makeup more, it’s while camping! You think you’ll wake up looking refreshed and dewy after being eaten by mosquitos and spiders while sleeping on the ground? Or worse, in the back of a HONDA ELEMENT? Three hours in the wilderness and you’ll be willing to do weird things for a Touche Eclat pen and some rosewater. (The rosewater, while frivolous, I highly recommend. Treat yourself to a face mist! This Badescu one is refreshing, not super-perfumed, and inexpensive. I sprayed a quarter of it in my hair and it dried really amazing and wavy, like it had been shampooed.)
 
Catching up on some ugly sleep.
 
And, let me tell you, we were SURROUNDED by hot chicks. Hot chicks in leather, hot chicks in shorts, hot chicks with big hair, hot chicks with hats, hot chicks with no hats, hot chicks in vintage, hot chicks that looked like Spice Girls, hot chicks looking like Debbie Harry in a Playboy Borat-style one-piece and boots that were out looking for “d.”
 
I’m not saying she was looking for d because I’m being derogatory and hateful. I’m saying it because, as she rode by ass-naked on a Harley with the magical fairy goddess, half-naked going, “Hey boo!” and waving to me (photo of exact moment below), Almost Debbie snapped, “WE AIN’T GONNA GET ANY D IF YOU KEEP TALKIN TO CHICKS!”
 
I needed some alone time with my dinner. 
 
The music ruled, and more people started to roll in Saturday morning to join the party. Alex from White Mystery, one of my biggest hair inspirations, was there shredding and being the nice lady that she always is. They played a great set; you should really buy their album and try to make it to one of their shows. (Brayden is their long lost third sibling.) 
 
I awoke from a time warp nap to catch Mungo Jerry, vintage hair inspo, closing the party out with a super-long and super-sexy set. I think he played “In The Summertime” like four times. I enjoyed them all equally.
 
So in conclusion, I’ve heard great things about this Andy guy and if he ever were to read this (I highly doubt dude’s got blog rounds, and if he did, xoVain wouldn’t be on it), I’d like to thank him for having us to his weird but sexy party. Happy birthday, Andy! Next time I'll bring you some Yankee Candles for your sexy bathtime.
 
And I managed to fit in FOUR outfit changes. 

Beverly Hills Hotel Banana Leaf Wallpaper Nails

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The banana leaf print is, like, THE print of summer 2013. It's on jeans, dresses, suits, scarves, shoes, hats, shirts, skirts, carpets, pillows, now NAILS. But the most glamorous use of the print has to be on the walls of the Beverly Hills Hotel, which is perfectly fitting as it was designed especially for the hotel back in 1942. 

The banana leaf wallpaper at the Beverly Hills Hotel looks super sexy with the coral pink accents. 

You can find the original "Martinique" print for purchase online, in wallpaper and fabrics alike. But, like, why not nails? Well, you probably can find some sort of nail appliqué with the print somewhere online, it's THE INTERNET where anything is possible. But more impressive than correctly applying nail wraps (which is quite an achievement in and of itself), is free-handing the design on your own nails. 

See?

Shhh, shhhh, my babies. It's easy, I promise. Let's do this. 

You'll need a white polish, along with three striper shades: one in white, along with two contrasting greens.

STEP 1

Start by painting your nails white. I used two coats of Butter London's "Cotton Buds"--a stark, true white. 

STEP 2

Now to start creating the leaves. 

They're basically two curved strokes filled in. Above are a variety of shapes to use as you paint a small collage of 5-7 leaves of varying sizes on each nail. It's okay to see brushstrokes and if some of the white peaks through- it'll add detail to the look of the leaves. I'm using Art Club's "Emerald" for the darker green, and Color Madnic's "Green" as the lighter shade. 

STEP 3

Add detail to the leaves by painting a stem down the center of each with the opposite green. Use your white striper (Art Club's White Duo Pen) to create little tears in the leaves by painting a teeny notch at their sides. I'm just now realizing that this isn't only a striper brush, but that it also has a itty needle-point pen on top, which works way better for creating the tears. The white notches might protrude a bit, but once the topcoat is applied they'll melt down as part of the design. 

STEP 4

Apply a super shiny topcoat. I don't know WHY I've waited so long to try Seche Vite, but Claire encouraged me to pick up a bottle during our last shopping trip and I'm glad she did. It's AMAZING. Thick, super shiny, and quick drying. This is one of those products that I straight-up command that you go out and purchase. 

Be sure to load the brush with a healthy amount of polish and spread it on the nail quickly so that it doesn't thicken up during application. I'm making it sound much harder to use than it is, even if you apply it unevenly, it'll spread and dry beautifully. 

Can you believe that this is four-step nail art? (Just answer "No." Thanks.)

The leaves would look equally cute over an off-white or pink background shade. 

Here's a video of me finishing off my last nail--the smallest one--WITH MY LEFT HAND. 

 

 As always, send me photos if you try this look yourself! 

What Happened To All The Marc Jacobs Samples? An Investigative Report

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So we've all heard about the Marc Jacobs makeup collection by now, right? You might have even scored some at Sephora--the products became available for purchase on August 9th. At xoVain we were all so very delighted to receive a generous package of samples a couple of weeks prior. We arranged a few of the products neatly on the windowsill and Instagrammed all about it to make everybody jealous. 

Not that I'm accusing others at the office of being the opposite, but I've learned to stop caring too much about the free samples. I have too much stuff; if you'll remember, I can't even give it away. It's a space issue--a lack of space issue. And although the Marc Jacobs line achieved legend status at the first glimpse of a singular clear polish at his last runway show--effectively "ending" nail art (for a few days, at least)--I wasn't about to lose it and claw my way around the office scrapping for samples. 

did want to use a few at some point, though, maybe for a "Look To Try This Weekend" post. But by the time I arrived at the offices the morning after receiving the products, somebody had taken liberties with the makeup. Not only were products MISSING, but a lonely eyeshadow palette lay on the floor- one of the pressed powder circles CRACKED and crumbled. WTF, indeed. 

 

IT WAS BUT A NEWBORN.

It was quite the scandal, and people were pissed. We'd never know the joy of Genius Gel, or experience the flush of the Shameless blush. I was left with a nail polish in "Oui!"--a magenta violet--a glossy lipstick in "Seduce Me"--a raspberry pink--and the poor eyeshadow palette with the eggshell shade smashed, alongside a shimmery black and grayish taupe. 

I tried them all on at once, because I'm a 13-year-old girl who just discovered makeup and can't edit. 

This is what I'd look like as an investigative journalist. I'd sexy my way to the truth, at all costs. 

The smell of the Lovemarc Lip Gel is delicious, like a really buttery vanilla cake. It contains the oil-of-the-moment: monoi butter, making for an ultra-creamy consistency that's not at all waxy. The finish is glossy, and I found that the product had enough "stick" not to smudge messily, but not enough to glue stray hairs to your lips. 

What's there really to say about the eyeshadows and nail polish other than that they worked as well as you'd expect a high-end eyeshadow or nail polish to work? 

Marc Jacobs "The Mod" Style Eye-Con No. # palette. Ignore the brows if they make you angry. 

The Style Eye-Con shadows applied easily. I got the coverage and pigment that I expect from seeing the powder in pressed form. (Isn't it such a let down when a beautiful-looking dark show applies with the lightness of a pastel and a pastel shadow doesn't even show up on your lid?) They blended easily as well. 

Marc Jacobs Enamored Hi-Shine Lacquer in "Oui!". 

I used two coats of the Enamored Hi-Shine Nail Lacquer to get to the bright magenta shade, as it looks in the bottle. It was thick enough for good coverage, but thin enough to apply smoothly. The 24 shades in the collection are GORGEOUS and are right on with what I've been expecting for fall. They're bright but have depth, with lots of iridescence and metallic options, like they'd been copped from a moody high school junior, class of 1997. I need to have "Blue Velvet" and "Ultraviolet" in my life. 

So that's great and all, but the question still remains: WHAT OF THE OTHER SAMPLES? Who could have stooped to such lows as to deny their work "friends" the joy that is Marc Jacobs Beauty?

Was it the cleaning crew? They might have accidentally knocked the palette on the ground while tidying up. Sure, could be... But that doesn't explain the MISSING products. Whoever did this to the powder took hostages, and who knows what's become of them now. 

Was it MADELINE who smashed the palette? With her high heel as she made off with the rest? Or was it Olivia?

 

In the creepy children's bedroom, with a candlestick?

Or maybe it was JANE, with a revolver, in the entryway!

Or EMILY, in the lounge, with a BLOWTORCH? 

Or was it me all along? No! It totally wasn't. Who do you YOU think did it?


The $10 Lip Gloss You Need To Have In Every Color

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Let me start by saying that I'm really glad that this isn't a sponsored post. Because I want you to fully believe me when I say that you should buy this product, and I wouldn't want a L'Oreal banner at the top or bottom to make me seem biased. I'm totally not! This was a genuine beauty discovery that happened organically in the fluorescently glowing aisles of a Walgreens. 

Secondly: gloss stains! Educate yourself! It shines like a gloss but will stain your lips like mom's spaghetti sauce. Also, I start every day with the first twelve lines of Eminem's "Lose Yourself," which encourages me to take full advantage of the day ahead because you really do only get one shot.  

But not all gloss stains are created equal. And the most unequalest of them all, the private school kid born to the rich and famous parents, is Colour Riche Caresse Aqua Lacquer Lipgloss. Its rich and famous parents are L'Oreal, and I think that Cat so astutely pointed out in one of her throwback xoJane posts that L'Oreal owns most beauty things and has tons of science and research and money to make even their drugstore options mindnumbingly amazing. 

L'Oreal's Colour Riche Caresse Aqua Lacquer Lipglosses. Exhaustingly long names are common amongst rich children. 

The applicator is petal-shaped and feels all plush and sexy against your lips. The pointed end makes for pre-CISE application at the corners of your mouth and cupid's bow if you're into that. 

This applicator is my 4th favorite thing to put against my lips. 

The product itself is really wet. Right when you apply it has a lot of slip--which I'm pretty sure is a hair term, but roll with me--it's all watery feeling like a straight-up stain. As it sits on your lips and melts in, it becomes slightly stickier, but won't hold stray hairs hostage. The gloss will hang around all glossy-like for a bit (I can't give you a realistic time estimation, I have no idea what you'd be doing with your lips after application), before fading to a moisturized stain that will last all day. Seriously, it feels like I'm wearing lip balm right now, but my lips are all sexy and purple, and maintain a bit of shine even after eating lunch. I applied the gloss over an hour ago. 

From left to right: "Pink Perseverance," "Eternally Nude," "Coral Tattoo," "Endless Red," "Pink Rebellion," and "Berry Persistent."

See the reflection? That's gloss. 

These are the stains that the swatches left behind. This is a photo caption.

 

I wiped the swatches off with a tissue--they'd only been on my arm for less than a minute--and they had already stained my skin! I had to photograph as evidence of their staining power! IT WAS ALL VERY EXCITING. Obviously the darker shades leave a more noticeable stain. 

And, silly me, I tried to shoot six different shades in one sitting. Six different lip stains. I'm a moron! Not even castor oil will melt the color off! Regardless, enjoy the somewhat true-to-color selfies below. I'm really glad that I get to feature this dress multiple time on the site. Everybody--everybody on earth--genuinely despises it, but it's my favorite. Every day is prom, 1989! One shot, remember??

This is me in "Pink Perseverance."

This is me in "Berry Persistent," looking "berry" disinterested. Lol, sorry, hope the afternoon iced coffee you just spat all over your keyboard as you laughed uncontrollably cleans up okay. 

This is me in "Eternally Nude." Fun fact: my friend at Huff Post said "nude" works better in a headline than "naked." It sounds more scandalous and sexy.

This is me in "Pink Rebellion." 

This is me in "Coral Tattoo."

This is me in "Endless Red."

"Endless Red," is my favorite and makes me look crazy hot when it fades to a stain. I smeared it on while walking to this restaurant on a SEXY DATE the other night, and dude told me that my laugh is, "like a little bell," which has nothing to do with the lip gloss but seriously how sweet is that? But the idea I was trying to get across is that you can smush it on without a mirror and it will still look really perfect. 

Have you tried this stuff and if not, what's the best $10 you've ever spent?

How I Got Rid Of My Huge, Dramatic Under-Eye Bags This Morning

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Without getting into too much detail, last night sucked. And unlike when I was living in Texas doing nothing but perfecting my bathing routine and listening to records and sewing and drawing and ladida-ing, I didn't look super-sexy when morning rolled around. 

No, because now I live on an overdeveloped island and follow rats to and from work each day, eating free pretzels out of a tub for most meals, and sharing with up to five other people a bathroom that hasn't had any sort of repair work done since the mid-'90s. Texas sounds pretty freaking great at the moment, but alas, here I find myself with under-eye bags, and they're not even the cute kind

Not sure if it's the pretzel diet, the subway air, or the deteriorating pipes in my apartment building that are to blame for the acne, but a one-way ticket to Austin is $475 right now. And LA is $617... 

And thus an article is born.

Really, this is the perfect opportunity to show some graphic before-and-after-type junk that you sickos love. ENJOY MY PAIN, YOU ANIMALS. 

Karuna Renewal Eye Masks with Japanese angelica, burdock root, and haloxyl peptides to fight bags and ugliness and improve self-worth. 

By pure coincidence, I had a box of Karuna eye masks at my apartment. I'd used them before out of sheer boredom, not really studying the results and definitely not documenting them for that matter. Now was the time. 

The eye masks can be cooled in the fridge before use, but mine were at room temperature. 

The little masks are wet with the firming and de-puffing elixir. Just peel off the backings and place around your eyes. Leave on for 10 to 20 minutes and remove, dabbing the excess liquid into your skin.

I have very sensitive skin, around my eyes especially. About half of all eye products I've tried cause me to break out in a bumpy rash, or at the very least sting uncomfortably. Luckily that wasn't the case with these. They weren't particularly refreshing or cooling, but the de-puffing and dark-circle reduction were all I really cared about. 

I took the opportunity to do a full-on face mask as well. Nothing cheers us up like smearing wet goo on our faces, right ladies?

After removing the masks. You can see by the curvature of my lips that my mood is slightly better. 

I could see a slight change, but the proof is in the side-by-sides at the end of the scroll. These don't relieve the achy dryness that comes with crying and stuff, but I did find the skin around my eyes felt smoother and more moisturized. I don't have any wrinkles to speak of, but I could see how this product has the potential to plump up skin's moisture levels to reduce their appearance. I also trimmed my brows at some point, those are the hairs you see on my face.

Because cold compresses are a go-to for reducing swelling, and since I didn't have the foresight to refrigerate the eye masks, I let a couple of spoons cool off in the freezer for a few minutes and smushed them into my eye sockets. 

After smushing cold spoons into my eye sockets. 

The spoons didn't stay cold for long, but I think they definitely help reduce the puffiness even further. 

I then moisturized and put some makeup on and made you a little collage:

From top to bottom: before treatment, after the eye masks, after spoons, and after makeup. 

I think filling in and combing my brows made a huge difference in making my eyes seem more alert and like I cared about anything anymore. 

After treatment and makeup. Still pissed off, though. 

I didn't even use under eye concealer or apply foundation to the area directly below my eyes. I like the look of bags and dark circles, but not quite as dramatic as they were when I woke up. The only makeup I used on my eyes was a teeny dabbing of Sensual Skin Enhancer just at the inner corners to brighten more than to conceal. 

Which step do you think made the biggest difference? Shall I jump on the rich-people-using-Kickstarter train to fund my plane ticket and do you plan to donate? 

This UV Nail Polish Said The Smartest Thing I've Heard All Day

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I made an impulse buy at the nail supply shop a couple of weeks ago. I'm trying to put it out there in the universe that this stuff is "mood polish," but in reality it just changes color in the sunlight. Also the hang tag really spoke to me. 

-Abraham Lincoln. 

We took our laptops in Jane's office and I gave Emily and Olivia manicures. Because I remember her mentioning in a phone post recently that she was delighted to find nail clippings under her desk. 

Olivia sporting the indoor shade. 

The indoor shade is a neon yellow, a bit iridescent. Olivia thinks it'll look really great with her all black outfit for when we GO TO SEE CIARA TONIGHT BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO SEE CIARA TONIGHT AND WATCH HER MIME SEX ON STAGE I CAN'T WAIT. 

Olivia trying to catch some rays. 

The last thing we want to do is exert ourselves, so Olivia stuck her hand out the window to try to get the color to change. No such luck, it's overcast. 

Not working. 

I convinced young Olive, by bribing her with cigarettes, to trek across the street into the one sliver of direct sunlight across the street. 

The outdoor shade. 

And then it happened: the neon yellow changed to a nice shade of goldenrod. The shade is called "Electric Firefly" if you've been wooed into purchasing by the most enthralling article I've ever written. 

Does mood polish exist? Do we even exist? 

Taste Test: Does The 'Food Grade' Label Apply If The Makeup Isn't Yummy?

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Wearing RMS's Living Luminizer, Bite Beauty's High Pigment Matte Pencil, and 100% Pure's Gel Eyeliner

I'm from the school of NGAF when it comes to "all-natural" or better-for-you makeup. In fact, I don't even care if it claims it's better for your skin. Acne-fighting concealers? It could give my zit cancer for all I care if it covers well enough and long enough to make me look hot for as long as I need to look hot for, feel me? 

But recently, more and more makeup brands have been touting themselves as using "food grade" ingredients. To me, the ignorant consumer, I accept that that means that it's good enough to eat. Right? 

A more responsible beauty site would tell you that just because something is "food grade" doesn't mean that you should eat it. But you, my friend, have landed on xoVain.com, where Jane Pratt plucks a 22-year-old space cadet out of obscurity and deems her "beauty editor." It's all just words, anyway. 

Yeah, so I'm going to eat this makeup. Here's what I'm working with:

Bite Beauty's Luminous Créme Lipstick in Muscat. 

100% Pure's Pearl Stick Cream Eyeshadow in Pewter. 

And also in Hope Diamond, a baby blue. 

 

Bite Beauty's High Pigment Matte Pencil in Bramble. 

 

Bite Beauty's Cinnamon Plumping Lip Oil

100% Pure Gel Eyeliner

I tasted them all, and found a clear winner as far as palatability...

But the real question is: did I die? Nope! Totally fine. 

What are your favorite makeup products to snack on? 

Oh, and all photos are by former intern Brayden Olson

Selfie Of The Day + A Little Giveaway

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Happy Tuesday everyone! Here are more zits:

This is the current state of my nails. 

I painted my nails Saturday for the food article. They look amazing thanks to my recent Seche Vite acquisition. But I chipped the middle one on the inside of a laundry machine like a freaking commoner. UGH. 

My middle needs help. 

I'm dying for a haircut. I want Patti Hansen's all-over-the-place bangs. I like the idea of bangs but I don't like the idea of having to ever do anything to them. 

I kind of just want Patti Hansen's life in general. Minus the rock star boyfriend... been there done that. 

I'm off to buy more crop tops in a second, but first, my feet. 

Essie's "Midnight Cami" feels very Fall '13, if that's even a thing in your world yet. I see colorful, metallic jewel tones being what's up when it comes to nails. 

These shoes are amazing. The soles are like thick rubber tires and I think their overall ugliness really makes people angry. 

And I don't really get some people's concern over my destroying of cosmetics, but the fact of the matter is that we have too many beauty products to know what to do with. A couple of commenters made a good point: give them away!

So comment with a photo of your current nail situation and I'll send a random U.S. winner (Chosen by a robot. Ugh, I know sorry for the U.S. only BOLOGNA.) these four Inococo nail appliqués. 

Win these guys. 

The Art Behind Acne Coverage: Know Your Options

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I've had requests from commenters, but it's hard for me to write up a post about how I cover my current activity--f#@% it, acne--as I change up my routine day by day. Maybe it's from experimenting with different visual art mediums since I was a kid, or my perfectionist tendencies, but I'm not going to settle for a one-stop-shop concealer. And, of course, there's the fact that that product simply doesn't exist. 

Not only should a concealer match your skin tone and cover what's beneath, but it needs to camouflage. Right, OK, let's talk camouflage! There's the run-of-the-mill print stuff that's been copped into mainstream fashion since 'nam (love your veterans, and not just through buying up all the interesting stuff to pair with leather pants and canvas duffles at the Army Navy Store), and then there's the serious hunters that dress up like a bush and submerge themselves in swamp water to really blend into their surroundings. They're the ones with the sexiest collection of dead ducks, if you're into dead duck collections. 

You want your concealer to help you snag the whatever the "sexiest dead duck collection" means to you (I can't decide if this analogy is working), and that means that it needs to step up and really camouflage. It needs to match its surroundings, including texture and sheen. 

My skin is so terribly moody, I can never tell if it'll be oily, dry, flaky, dull, or some head-aching combination of those things. Plus, as my acne heals, I need to adjust the way I cover. Foundation is great if my skin is behaving and just needs overall enhancing, but when I have mounds and spots all over, I like to skip it and concentrate on concealing.

That way my skin can breathe--the less products I can go without on my face all day, the better. That includes primer, I'm absolutely not a believer in primer on irritable and broken out skin.

That's why it's best to have options when it comes to concealing products and not put all my eggs in one basket by relying on one. I like to mix a few depending on how my skin is feeling and looking that day.

All of these products come in handy for concealing acne, depending on the condition of my skin on a given day.

OMG I HAVE PAINFUL MOUNDS ALL OVER

This is me right now. I can't really classify my face as oily or dry, but I have several zits in various stages of erupting and healing. I used an oil-free and SPF-free moisturizer to soothe and prep my skin after cleansing, because my skin can't take anything that will leave a residue--not even a healthy, dewy, glowy one.

I start like I always do for zit concealing, with my Sensual Skin Enhancer

This stuff is the starting point for any big concealing jobs. 

I dab some on the back of my hand with a small paint brush. It's a great base product for concealing because it's so sticky. It has full coverage, staying power, and the ability to get into and cover awkward scabbies, but its only drawback is that it doesn't blend without the help of an emollient. If I'm using it on a freshly moisturized face for light coverage and highlighting, that's great! But for concealing, I mix with a less viscous foundation. 

Since I'm not looking to add moisture and want a matte finish to match the rest of my not-exactly-glowy skin without having to cake on powder, I'm using L'Oréal's Magic Nude Liquid Powder Foundation. It truly does dry matte like a powder--it's pretty amazing. 

Mix the sticky concealer with a more fluid foundation for more blendable coverage. 

I mix the two products in the middle with the brush, so that I have a little extra on either side if I need to add more stickiness or more liquid foundation as I apply. Notice how the shades are slightly different--the use of both makes for more natural coverage. 

Mix the two products, leaving a little unmixed at either side to pick up if you need to grab more sticky texture from the concealer, or bit more of the darker-toned foundation. 

Apply the concealer on the spot first with the brush, then press it and blend slightly with your finger.

After that I use a pointed blending sponge, like Sephora's The Perfectionist Makeup Sponge, moistened ever so slightly with a bit of Mario Badescu's Oil Free Moisturizer SPF 30 or Maybelline's Dream Fresh BB Cream if I need a little more color (if I got a little of sun over the weekend or whatever--adapt!), and dab the area until blended. 

Blending steps 1 with a brush, 2 with my finger, and 3 with the sponge, going down from my wrist. 

OMG MY SKIN IS IMPROVING BUT I'M STILL COVERED IN SCARS AND SCABS

At this point my skin is hopefully done freaking out with breakouts and is on its way to clearing and healing. I want that dewy, light-reflective skin that healthy chicks with lots of omegas in their diets have.

I like to use an SPF oil-free moisturizer to get there if my skin is looking dull or flaky. (Well, it shouldn't be flaky at this point. You should always exfoliate flakes away before applying makeup.) The SPF ingredients leave you with a shinier finish, even if the product is oil-free. 

I'll apply a light coating of BB cream or the Badescu moisturizer all over to prep my skin before concealer- but instead of applying directly, I rub the product allover my palms, and then press onto my face, letting my skin absorb the thin layer from my palms. This will leave you more sticky and dewy than slick, which is exactly how you want your skin before you go in with concealer. 

To cover scabs and scars, I mix Dermablend Smooth Indulgence Foundation with the Sensual Skin Enhancer the same way I did with the Magic Nude. This will make for a creamier, dewier paste to match your dewier skin, but has the same staying power, coverage, and blendability as the other combo. 

For a dewier-finish concealer, I like to mix Dermablend foundation with the Sensual Skin Enhancer

Apply and blend using the brush, finger, sponge method.

The three-step blending technique again, starting from the wrist down. 

I don't like to set concealer with a powder, because that defeats the whole purpose of having it match the texture and sheen of the rest of your face. Plus it can look cakey, and even worse than having a couple of spots is having a face of cakey makeup. For real, I never judge a chick for zits--in fact, I find it endearing--but I don't want to be friends with cake faces. And to be honest, I feel like dusting powder on makes the zit look more pronounced or even removed some of the coverage I already applied, and often found myself going back in with more concealer on top of the powder. NOT PRODUCTIVE. 

The above combo should get you lasting coverage, but if you find yourself needing to touch up throughout the day, YSL's Touche Eclat is the answer. 

I always keep a Touche Eclat pen on hand for touch-ups. 

It's really thin and has a highlighting effect. It'll blend perfectly and sort of reactivate the concealer that you applied that morning. Just dab on with the brush and tap in with your ring finger. 

And to distract from any mounds, scabs, or scars, believe me when I say that it's all about having great brows. 

Having well-groomed brows as the focal point of your face will draw attention away form any breakouts. 

I remember in high school always wearing lots of eye makeup to draw attention away from my bad skin, but when you want a fresh-looking face, skip heavy or dark eye makeup and a bright lip and concentrate on perfect brows. 

What weird concealing tricks do you have? And definitely let me know if you want to argue about the existence of this all-in-one concealing product. 

The Vinegar Trick That'll Make Your Manicure Last Longer

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Last week, my friend casually mentioned this weird vinegar trick that makes her manicures last longer. I usually roll my eyes at this kind of thing; it sounded like an urban legend on par with toilet alligators. But I felt, as a beauty writer, that it was my responsibility to try it out. 

Basically you take white vinegar, swab it on your naked nails, let air dry, and then apply polish. 

Swab the vinegar on with a Q-tip. Fluffy cotton balls tend to leave more stray fibers that'll get stuck in the polish. 

I did this on Saturday, and with the exception of a freak accident with my left middle finger involving a laundry machine, my manicure lasted way longer than normal. This morning, five full days later, my solid red (Essie's "First Dance") nails could totally pass as belonging to a chick that has her life together and not one that uses her nails as a screwdriver trying to replace a lightbulb in her vanity mirror. 

Despite using professional-manicurist-recommended base and top coats, my nails had never made it that long. Remember my Beverly Hills Hotel wallpaper swag nails? I had about half the banana leaves still clinging for dear life on my fingers by day three. 

The theory is that the vinegar dries out the nail surface, removing any moisture or residue that could come between the nail and the base coat, making the first coat adhere better and thus extending the life of your manicure. 

These both come highly recommended by Claire

Today, after using the vinegar and the Rejuvacote, I'm going with FACE Stockholm's holographic polish in Leto. (I could definitely tell a difference in my nail strength after using the Rejuvacote for the past few weeks. They were still in the final recovery stages after the fiberglass extensions, and they're finally back to being super tough and long.) 

The pink, blue, and green shades from this collection are also totally amazing. 

You can definitely get away with one coat of this, but I like the more opaque look of two. 

Two coats later. 

I'll update you in a week, assuming I don't get bored with the polish or experience some other freak accident. If you try this, let me know and we'll compare results. It worked the first time around, but I'm determined to find out if it was by some weird coincidence and if the trick is too good to be true. 


Dark, Glittery Eyeshadow Up To (And On!) Your Brows

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Maybe this belongs in the "do this don't" realm, but I actually really love the look of shadowing the brow bone. And not with some white-washing highlighting shade. I'm thinking dark taupes, blues, or sparkly-oil-slick green. 

Wearing Urban Decay's eyeshadow in "Zodiac."

STEP 1

Start with your regular foundation or concealer routine, and any contouring-type stuff.

I've been contouring with a slightly darker shade of foundation for a more natural look than bronzer. 

STEP 2

Brush a dark shadow starting at the crease up into the brows. Yes, into the brows. I used to love wearing glitter in my eyebrows in college; I was the prettiest and coolest girl at the jam space. I was the only girl ever at the jam space... 

Don't apply any shadow to the area of the lid below the crease. 

Blend the shadow out at the sides. This is really easy to do with a shimmery shadow, just smudge and dab with your ring finger. 

Urban Decay really does do the best shimmer eyeshadows.

"Zodiac" up close. It has a slightly green tinge and blends easily. 

STEP 3

I'm obsessed with RMS after getting my first taste. (Ha...) 

Wearing RMS Lip2Cheek in "Modest" just below the apples of my cheeks. 

Their Lip2Cheek pastes melt so easily into the skin, so they're hard to make not look like a natural flush. 

STEP 4

Another product I've been obsessing over is Hourglass Aura Sheer Lip Stain. It's a slightly thinner and less glossy version of my other dream lip stain. The "Aura Flush" shade is like a neon version of just-brushed-my-teeth lips. You know what I'm talking about? Do your lips turn the perfect shade of pink after brushing?

A bright pink sheer lip keeps the dark eyeshadow from looking too harsh. 

It's a super-easy look to recreate but looks so strange and amazing. Maybe even a little scary, so try to smile a lot. 

 

Selfie Of The Day: I Can't Dress Appropriately And Your Nails Are Really Pretty

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It's been brought to my attention that I am the skankiest dresser in the office, which, OK:

Slutty? Or adorable? Or adorably slutty? 

This is pretty tame and put-together for me--notice how I balanced the short length with close-toed shoes. Olivia keeps saying that I need to dress more professionally, but I own three button-downs: one is a vintage embroidered rodeo shirt, one is an oversized plaid check that I tie around my waist or wear all the way buttoned up to the top like a skater bro that had to go to his dad's second wedding, and the last is black and completely sheer, though I always wear a bra underneath for more coverage. I guess it doesn't help that those are also completely sheer, because two sheers does not an opaque make. 

I get mixed messages, though, because while Olivia's snapping my thong strap being like, "OMG YOUR DRESS IS MISSING A SIDE," Jane's like, "Oh hi, cutie! Love the dress!" Plus Olivia COPIES ME. I met her outside her place before going to see Ciara at this CoverGirl event the other night (amazing), and she was wearing high-waisted, skin-tight black pants with a crop top and some platforms. I was also wearing high-waisted, skin-tight black pants with a crop top and some platforms and I'm proud to announce that we are officially the skankiest in the NYC beauty editorial scene. 

Me and Olivia, spreading skankdom one industry event at a time.

ANYWAY. Take a photo of your skanky (or professional, bleh BORING) work outfit, or part of it, and include in the comments for a chance to win*...

This skanky, tulip-shaped eyeshadow quad from Nuance!

Does anybody remember Salma Hayek (Nuance is her brand) in From Dusk Till Dawn? EASILY one of my favorite movies of all time, and she was super-skanky in it. And George Clooney and Quentin and Juliette... ugh Robert Rodriguez is my favorite. I've watched the behind-the-scenes like four times now.

Oh and congrats to DANA HAMILTON! Her "mint green polish with a glittery gold top coat" won the Incoco nail appliqués! Basically what I learned from the comments of that post is that our readers are really attractive, own pretty finger jewels, and have mixed proficiency in nail care and upkeep. 

*Remember, you must be 18 or older and live within the U.S. 

Is It YOU? Here's The Lucky Winner Of The Mondo Amazing Lush Giveaway!

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This is a literal depiction of what it's going to be like using my and Hannah's favorite Lush products.

Thank you to those who entered the giveaway! These have been so fun on our end because we love getting to see our readers and hear about what's going on in your lives at the moment.

I was stoked on the response to the first "selfie of the day" post, and especially loved how the comments section of the second one was totally jacked by you guys into a "I'M REALLY FREAKING ATTRACTIVE! NO WAIT YOU'RE REALLY FREAKING ATTRACTIVE," virtual make out session. I mean, dang, you guys are really attractive. And that Vivids lipstick on serif999 AND derekgrl? Amazing. Also: we have a weather woman reader?! And not one, but TWO cat heads for the win.

And we absolutely stalked you guys on Instagram and Twitter for the huge Lush giveaway. I'm glad the winner is chosen at random by a robot, because I wouldn't have been able to. Also what would the criteria even be?? The least awkward bathtub selfie? No, those are always awkward. 

DAMMIT, HANNAH! Nevermind, **unless you are Hannah** bathtub selfies are always awkward.

Without further ado, congratulations to melchismi! You'll be receiving my and Hannah's top twelve most favorite Lush products ever. WOOP! 

This Product Is Giving Me Major Acne While Making My Boyfriend Sexier

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Ehhh, how gross is this photo? Olivia cringed when I was taking it. It’s so very literal—this product I’m about to talk about is a panty dropper forrealz.
It's a BEARD CONDITIONER, because apparently that exists! It’s great because I love beards. I actually jacked it to a Rasputin documentary on Netflix just the other day. 
 
I also like disgusting dudes in general. Like would-be f#@%-ups but with really amazing jobs. For instance, my boyfriend, whose idea of a "nice" work outfit is all white jeans and a t-shirt a la a HOUSE PAINTER, just flew to LA this morning to go skateboarding with some famous dude and shoot some hot model chick’s legs. (I would HATE for you to get hurt and twist an ankle while skating and not be able to shoot that hot model chick, btw! That would suck so hard! But you should really just go for it on all the really high ramps. Don’t puss out!)
 
Here he is teaching his niece how to selfie.
 
He also extends belts (stolen belts, from my closet) with gaffers tape and wears them that way until somebody (ME) notices, and shames him into finding a new belt. I think he keeps his beard around just for me, because he’s always complaining about how hot and itchy it is. At least he used to before choosing love over comfort and investing in an entire beard-care regimen.
 
His biggest concern, beard or no, is the scruff on his neck. (He doesn’t like hair on his neck even if he is growing out his facial hair a bit. Is this how guys typically do it?) He’s been getting little neck bumpies after shaving (maybe ingrown hairs, maybe razor burn, maybe a bit of activity) since he was 15 and has even tried depilatories, which I didn’t realize was an option for dudes. His hair is super-coarse, curly, and kinky--on his head and face.
 
The bumps are all pretty much cleared up now, after he made some changes:
 
1. Soaking his razor
He keeps a glass of rubbing alcohol in the bathroom and leaves his razor submerged when not in use. This kills off all the bacteria in the harshest way possible other than, like, fire. He always rinses it off before using so as not to irritate his delicate freaking flower neck skin. He changes the rubbing alcohol out with a fresh jar once a week.
 
2. Tea tree oil shave cream
He’s obsessed with High Time products, and can only find them at shops that cater to African American beauty needs. This Moisture-Enriched Shaving Cream is super creamy to really get into his thick, industrial Velcro beard. Tea tree oil is an antiseptic and helps to clear any acne that’s going on in the follicle region, and the antibacterial properties keep it all nice and clean and he drags sharp blades across his bumpy skin. 
 
It’s basically a super harsh after-shave toner for manly man skin with something to prove. I mean, just smell it if you get a chance. It’s like rolling that rubbing alcohol that he rinsed off his razor earlier directly back onto his face. Does this make sense? No. But Tend Skin contains moisturizers, protective ingredients to prevent collagen breakdown and form a barrier against the nasty, germy environment and is a cult favorite for preventing ingrowns.
 
If your dude gets neck bumps, encourage him to buy this stuff--it’s the product that introduced Brayden to the High Times line and he says it works immediately. Instructions say to first remove any deep ingrown hairs with tweezers (Fun! Like Operation!), and apply twice daily to the irritated skin. 
 
5. Cocoa butter moisturizer
Also from High Times, the Cocoa Butter After Shave Cream promises to heal, moisturize, and even out discolored skin tones, which can help with any post-bump scarring. It contains tea tree, peppermint, and camphor oils, and menthol for a gentle cooling feeling upon application. 
 
Isn’t it great that a dude starts getting it in with a beauty editor and his product usage quadruples? It’s contagious! 
 
Caught him like this one afternoon. 
 
But back to this beard conditioner: that’s the thing I think he needs to rethink because after doing a bit of research, I'm pretty sure it’s making me uglier and him hotter. Which, by the way, he likes. Apparently it takes some of the stress out of dating a really hot chick, making me more human and less intimidating. (Paraphrasing here, but these are basically his words and not my extremely vain interpretation.) He even says my zits are “cute.” Cute. 
 
Right, this product is probably the reason that my skin has been looking so terrible lately, because it's not for neck bumps, but to be applied directly onto the beard, and thus will get directly onto my face when we make out. While the top ingredient (stearyl alcohol) is only considered moderately comedogenic, the next is isopropyl myristate, a synthetic oil known to aggravate acne. 
 
The third ingredient is cocamidopropyl betaine, derived from coconut oil which is known to be highly comedogenic. It’s intended purpose is as an antistatic agent for hair, but studies indicate that it's an allergen. 
 
Then there’s QUATERIUM 15, a preservative which LITERALLY RELEASES FORMALDEHYDE and can cause contact dermatitis. This explains why my skin has been in a general state of disarray, not just your textbook acne situation. UGH I’M GETTING ANNOYED EVEN TYPING THIS. 
 
Parabens are thrown in for good measure, and we’ve had the paraben discussion before on the site so I won’t get into it here.
 
Generally I’m not too concerned with cosmetic ingredients. I can tell pretty quickly whether or not the ones I use on myself are causing adverse reactions and will then stop using them and won't use similar products. But Brayden bought this stuff to make me love him, so emotions are happening. Will discontinuing the use of the one thing that kept him comfortable with having facial hair effectively end our relationship? If he can’t have beard conditioner, there’s no way his whiney ass will grow a beard out just to make me happy. He looks like a wildly handsome 17-year-old without facial hair, and while that’s great, I’m creepy and only like disgusting old men, remember?
 
I’m thinking about having him switch to another brand of beard conditioner with less questionable ingredients. Which shouldn’t be too hard, because I’m guessing this particular product has been discontinued as I can’t find it online anywhere and I’m a champion at Google. My guess is that too many annoyed, pimply girlfriends barred it's use. 
 
Recommendations? Concerns? Boyfriends? Boyfriend concerns? Boyfriend recommendations? 

Selfie Of The Day: I Look Like A Clown And I Dare You To Try This Product

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My hair is five days worth of dirty. 

Today I'm wearing a no-label polyester vintage dress that I bought the same day I bought the Betsey Johnson dress in the last post, both from Buffalo Exchange in Austin. I used to get a ton of vintage there, the one in Dallas has THE BEST vintage, though. Try not to buy all of it, I'll be back in December. 

I haven't shampooed my hair in five days and am going through really angry withdrawals after my roommate apparently threw out a ton of my products. We're talking Clarins, Davines, Badescu, and some amazing turnip-scented scrub that Faz sent from Singapore. Yep, sucks. I'm coping with high pigtails, as my hair is too dirty with the absence of my Momo shampoo for anything else. 

Still wearing my vintage patent Mary Janes. I should write a post about the most comfortable, leg-lengthening shoes ever--I know the formula. 

I feel like a clown. A hot clown, but a clown nonetheless. If I knew how, I'd make a video of me cartwheeling into the frame holding a sign announcing the winner of the skanky eyeshadow tulip from the last giveaway, but instead I'll just type it here: congrats, derekgrl! You'll be receiving some shimmery, bronze-y shadows which will probably look just as amazing as that purple lipstick. 

Today I'm reluctantly giving away this amazing Bikini & Body Wax Kit from Completely Bare, the hair removal experts. I LOVE at-home waxes, and if it wouldn't be THFV to show me naked from the waist down, contorting on the floor in front of my makeup mirror, I'd write up a little tutorial. Alas, you'll have to figure this out yourself... shouldn't be too hard what with the directions inside. 

Win me! 

Show me your current hair situation in the comments, and live in the US and be over 18, and I'll have our associate, the robot, randomly choose a winner. 

 

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