Rachel Roy x John Frieda Mini Curly Kit:
Rachel Roy x John Frieda Frizz-Ease Mini Straight Kit:
Summer is the unofficial wanderlust season — particularly among urbanites hoping to escape their concrete confines and find refuge in breezy beach locales, virginal mountaintops with lush foliage, and quaint lakeside towns.
Even those with only a cursory knowledge of the beauty industry have, by now, heard of argan oil and, moreover, of the brand that made this buzzed-about ingredient as recognizable a term in the pop culture lexicon as “macarons,” “planking,” and “bromance”: Moroccanoil.
The acacia tree (or shittah tree, as it is otherwise known) has deep spiritual roots.
Dry hair is my beauty Achilles’ heel — though, admittedly, it’s a problem that I largely brought upon myself via a decade of dyeing and highlighting my hair, blowdrying and flat ironing obsessively, and washing my hair entirely too often, thereby stripping my scalp and strands of the natural oils needed for optimal hair health.
Yesterday was an insanely busy day but, fortunately, the sun was beaming in New York City, so I took the opportunity to wear a bright shift dress in the hopes that my Field of Dreams-inspired, “if you build it, he will come” ethos and basically will springtime to stay for good this time around.
My dad always said a nice pat on the back is sometimes necessary — after all, if you don’t root for yourself, how can you expect others to do so?
I debated whether or not to watch the Academy Awards this year since, for the most part, I wasn’t enthused about the majority of the films released in 2012 (with Argo and Zero Dark Thirty being the two notable exceptions).
On the eve of the 85th Academy Awards, Twitter was ablaze with talk of two things: Anne Hathaway’s, uhm, Pointer Sisters (one user even created the account @HathawayNipple while another coined the hashtag #LesNipperables) and Charlize Theron’s pixie cut.
I’m not always the timeliest of people — for instance, I just mailed my father his Christmas present last week, which speaks to the ludicrous “island style” time table by which we operate in my family (side note: he’s been known to send birthday presents a month after the date has elapsed, so one could argue that I got it from him!).
Happy Valentine’s Day, dolls!
