We’re nearing the season of chestnuts roasting in an open fire, to quote Nat King Cole, so it only seems fitting that we put a spotlight on a new skin care range that centers on the anti-aging powers of the tree that bears these sweet nuts.
Yesterday, I spent the afternoon in the hot Texas sun as I watched monster trucks racing through a huge dirt field, leaping off of mounds, rolling over junk cars, turning sharp corners at high speeds, and giving the crowd plenty to cheer about.
If the word “face peel” makes you start taking giant panicked breaths, as your mind becomes flooded with images of Leatherface scraping off his victim’s faces in Texas Chainsaw Massacre and fears of developing a Freddy Krueger-like visage send shivers up and down your face, you are not alone.
We’ve heard of facial cleansing oils, moisturizing and anti-aging facial oils, frizz-taming and softening hair oils, and firming and revitalizing body oils, and now we’re smooching up to pout-comforting lip oils.
It’s back-to-school season, which means all those days of sleeping in late, lounging by the pool, and just vegging out on the couch are officially over (but hey, there’s always the weekend!).
If you read up on skincare basics, chances are you’ll notice the predominance of three themes: the importance of hydration, the value of antioxidants (and, moreover, SPF protection), and the need to jumpstart the skin’s own healing and regenerative frameworks as one begins to age in order to maintain elasticity.
It’s finally happened: I have stopped being carded whenever I purchase a bottle of wine.
The Tree of Life isn’t just the name of a visually astonishing, conceptually-driven, philosophical and esoteric Terence Malick film — it’s, in fact, the term Baron von Humboldt used to describe the buriti palm tree.
Summer is in full swing and, while in a perfect universe, I’d be typing this by the pool, my feet dipped in the water and a frozen Margarita within my reach, the truth is there hasn’t been much time for fun in the sun just yet.
Just two weeks ago, while driving from New York City to central Texas en route to our new home, my husband and I kept spotting signs directing us to cities with European names: Dublin, Virginia; Scotland, Virginia; Moscow, Tennessee; Paris, Tennessee; Hamburg, Arkansas; Florence, Texas; and so on.
