Metallic fabrics, eye shadows, and nail lacquers always abound come autumn and winter, and this season is no exception.
Last time I had my hair blown out, the stylist couldn’t stop complimenting me on how healthy my hair looked, remarking that most women with heavily color-treated hair grapple with split ends and overly porous, dehydrated strands.
Every October, L’Occitane reveals a new limited edition collection of shea butter products with distinctive packaging meant to conjure up excitement for the holiday season, lure in long-time fans of the brand’s shea range (like yours truly, who has been known to carry a 100ml tin of shea butter in her always bulging handbag), and attract new and hopefully soon-to-be-undyingly-loyal customers.
Sometimes I think the folks at Urban Decay have telepathic powers, that they have a Jean Grey-ish figure on payroll whose mission is to read the minds of brand devotees like myself.
Last time I visited Puerto Rico, my stepmom led me to one of the hedged shrubs in front of the house she’s been sharing with my dad for over a decade now and, dipping her hand into the thicket of leaves, plucked out this gorgeous white blossom and said, “Mira, una gardenia.” I caressed the velvety soft, yellowish white petals and, enthralled, leaned in to smell the tropical blossom, letting the sweet, feminine fragrance fill my nostrils.
Today marks the first official Monday in October (last Monday was September 30th so clearly it didn’t count), and QVC is celebrating by turning our “manic Mondays” into festive “mani Mondays.” Every Monday in October, then, QVC will showcase some of the most exciting nail art trends of the season in its Instagram feed, using the hashtag #qvcmanimondays for the campaign.
From the mid-1960s through the 1980s, you practically couldn’t open a high fashion publication — be it Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Andy Warhol’s Interview, Elle, the New York Times or — without stumbling upon a kinetic, flamboyant, colorful, vibrant fashion illustration by Puerto Rican artist Antonio Lopez.
It used to be that women obsessed primarily about acne, cellulite, and tiny lines and wrinkles — laugh lines, crow’s feet, those two vertical lines between the eyebrows that are colloquially dubbed “the elevens,” and so forth.
Aging is a natural part of life — and a beautiful one at that, much like any other facet of the human experience — but, that said, I will admit that I am shallow enough to never want to look old.
We’ve all tried our fair share of face masks — paper ones, mud-based formulas, peel-off types, brightening and exfoliating sorts, and so forth — but have you ever heard of a lip mask?
