I love lipstick, possibly to a point of obsession and definitely to a point of monetary drain. The more luxurious (and French), the better — Yves Saint Laurent Rouge Volupté, Chantecaille Lip Chic, Guerlain Rouge Automatique… be still, my beating heart. I maintain that the last testament to my sanity is the fact that I’ve held off on purchasing an exorbitantly priced yet allegedly unprecedented Tom Ford Private Blend (though the fateful day I make one my own is indeed on the horizon). I’ve never fallen in love with a Lancôme lipstick, but their brand new formula may just become my latest squeeze. The collection, intended to be supremely moisturizing and lightweight, comes in three categories: “Jolis Matins” are fresh and glossy for daytime, “Boudoir Time” promises high-impact brights and evening-appropriate offerings, and “Tonight Is My Night” claims the more sophisticated, intense shades for a lacquered effect. I can’t wait to get my hands on these — I plan on picking up 146B Miss Coquelicot, 322M Corail In Love, and 200B Lasting Kiss, which Julia Roberts wore this weekend to the premiere of her new flick. At $25, they aren’t exactly pocket change, but hey, they still won’t set you back almost $50 like a Guerlain or that elusive Tom Ford. If you’re a drugstore girl looking to delve into the world of luxury lipsticks, Rouge In Love is the perfect place to start. [$25, Sephora]
High fashion often meets unrelated subjects — cats, for instance — so it technically shouldn’t come as a surprise that designer and illustrator John Woo has created a series of drawings that merges, of all things, characters from Star Wars with some of fashion’s finest. I’m not what you would call a fan of the saga, so I may not be able to fully appreciate the nuances of the series, but I’m still pretty damn entertained (not to mention impressed) by the artist’s depictions. Hello, Jar Jar Binks sporting Margiela streetwear swag? Darth Vader in a Band of Outsiders suit jacket and cuffed khakis? What’s not to love? [The Gloss]
I love — love! — bold, vividly pigmented lipsticks and glosses, but I often find my lips sorely in need of a break from sticky, long-wear formulas and constant reapplication. Unfortunately, going bare with my pale skin results in a look that’s … less than living, so it’s in my best interest to rarely leave the confines of my home without a bit of color. This is where tinted lip balms come in. They’re the consummate trifecta: moisturizing, color (and therefore, life)-imparting, and once it’s on, it’s sheer enough that you don’t have to worry about a potential unattractive fade-away. They’re also perfect for the warmer weather because they’re quick to apply, hard to mess up, and often contain SPF. What could be more practical? After the jump, check out my picks for tinted balms even a total makeup rookie (or, on the contrary, a seasoned beauty guru) could learn to love.
Last month, Macy’s announced that their next Impulse capsule collection would be designed by Italian fashion entrepreneur Alberta Ferretti. All of the line’s pieces were presented online yesterday and (of course) I already know which ones I’ll be making a beeline for when they hit 185 Macy’s locations on April 17. Priced from $49 to $119, the collection of dresses, skirts, and tops was destined for some serious summer lovin’. Considering Ferretti’s runway looks generally sell for over $1,000, this Impulse feature is the perfect wallet-friendly way to incorporate the designer’s trademark romantic styles into your wardrobe. Even better, I think all of these breezy pieces will be easy to wear and flattering on a wide range of body types. Might I add that the promotional images have me seriously craving a vacation to the Amalfi Coast, ASAP? I’ve included my personal picks from the collection — which ones are you itching to get your hands on? [Fashionologie] Keep reading »
I have a feeling that the man himself would think very highly of this news: François Nars, the beauty maestro behind his eponymous Nars brand, will be working alongside The Andy Warhol Foundation to release a collaborative makeup collection inspired by the creative oeuvre of — who else? — the late Andy Warhol. The Pop icon, who requires no introduction, is the muse behind the limited-edition cosmetics, set to debut at Nars counters and their free-standing location on Bleecker Street in October. Nars never disappoints with his vividly pigmented, impeccably textured formulas and sleek, unmistakable packaging. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that the genius Nars is Pop in his own right, which no doubt would have made Andy proud. Of course, the project will incorporate the brilliant hues that the artist and legend was known for in its shades and packaging. It seems like everyone garners influence and insight from Andy, but this is one truly promising use of his legacy. I can’t wait — whatever the offerings, I’m sure the products will sell out fast. [BellaSugar]
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that Rachel Roy has a pretty damn good grasp on style — the fashion fixture is always right on trend without becoming a victim of it. Naturally, the same could be said of our Amelia, who totally beat Rachel to the chambray shirt, yellow pants one-two punch. Damn right! Anyway, this is a killer look on both ladies and in both variations, and I’d bet money on the fact that some of you want to try it out, too. I maintain that I absolutely could not pull this off, so I’m really, really jealous of those who can. Who knows? Maybe I’ll give it a shot one of these days… Snag Rachel’s chic, breezy style (and, by proxy, a little bit of Amelia’s too) after the jump. Sidenote: pair this outfit with a super-bright lipstick for a ballsy spring look that really pops. Keep reading »
Is that the chirping of birds I hear? Oh, it is, and you know what that means — spring has sprung, babes. I’m going bare-legged today, and it couldn’t possibly feel any better … not like we had a long winter, or a winter at all, actually. Like many people with a neurotic personality complex, I am terrified of this global warming stuff (despite knowing next to nothing about it scientifically) and the distinct possibility of a hell-blazing summer, but it’s soooooo nice out I’m going to worry myself sick over it later. Yay!
Anyway, one of the best things about the temperature rising is not having to wear thick socks and leather boots. I love me some ankle freedom, but being the public transportation-using city slicker that I am, I tend to save my sandals for weekends in Connecticut or all of those tropical vacations I go on. I can’t stand grimy soles, my toes being stepped on, et al, so it’s all flat shoes from here on out. Whether they’re ballet flats, smoking slippers, or some hip Oxfords, check out these 10 pairs of perfect flats at a range of prices, regardless of whether you’re a pavement-pounding urbanite or a laid-back country girl.
Barbie is recognizable for many reasons, not the least of which is her long blonde hair and warped 39-18-33 measurements, but photographer Sarah Haney has taken that impenetrable plastic smile and put an entirely different spin on it. The photo series presents the familiar doll in some frankly unfamiliar situations, like being apprehended by the police, stripping for money, and nursing a hangover. The black and white, grainy film-still quality of the images lends a haunting, overcast vibe that doesn’t spare Ken, either: he drinks alone at night, has affairs, and dresses in women’s clothing. It’s fascinating to see the childhood toy depicted in a way that makes her beatific smile seem all too eerie. See a few more after the jump and at the link. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
I hate wearing sunscreen, which is particularly unfortunate when you consider that I have the whitest, most translucent, most easily burnt skin this side of hole in the ozone layer. I rarely sunbathe, given that as a mole creature I shrivel when exposed to sunlight, but I will admit to a few incidents when I was in high school that involved careless “tanning” with Italian friends whose skin bronzed to perfection in the rays. I basked enviously that afternoon, confident that I, too, would grow tan if I followed their lead. Wrong. So wrong. I’ll spare you the details, but I was vivid, unmistakable scarlet by nightfall, and I still have residual freckles from the incident. It’s a wonderful recipe for skin cancer, which I sincerely hope I do not get. Keep reading »