Embarrassingly enough, I was a very serious “Harry Potter” fan back in the day, cloak and wand at the book releases and all. (I probably shouldn’t be outing myself on the Internet, but there it is.) I always thought Hermione was just the coolest, so my adoration of Emma Watson is really just a natural progression of that love. With big-name fashion campaigns and more than a few blockbusters under her belt, the 22-year-old actress went from being known as a bossy, bookish voice of reason to the sylphlike, short-haired vixen she is today. On the cover of T Magazine’s September issue, Emma looks every bit the young, serious ingénue, and she wears it especially well with a smattering of freckles and one sick cat-eye. [T Magazine]
It’s official: we’ve entered an age in which your average lipstick just won’t cut it, and neither will the slippery high-gloss patinas of yore. We need moisturizing, long-wearing, intensely pigmented matte colors that won’t flake, fade, or budge, and we need them, like, yesterday. Enter Hourglass Opaque Rouge Liquid Lipstick, a rich, creamy formula that dries to a flawless velvety finish. It will see you through the workday and beyond, without the moisture-zapping effect mattes are infamous for. In 9 shades ranging from the prettiest of muted rose-petal hues to the most vibrant, almost-neon coral (which, guilty, I’m wearing right now), there’s something for everyone in the Opaque Rouge lineup. Plus, it feels so light on the lips that you’ll forget you have it on … that is, until you sneak a glance in the mirror to find that it’s persevered far beyond even its promised 14 hours. (And say what you will about the siren call of packaging — the slim futuristic tube looks pretty damn glamorous peeking out of a clutch.) [$28, Sephora]
When it comes to products that I feel very strongly that I NEEEEEED, they generally cost more than my ConEd bill for any given month. I love luxury beauty because it makes me feel that I, by owning and using it, become luxurious by osmosis. It’s a little mind game that I like to play with myself: if I buy this $150 serum, it will make me the kind of fabulous girl who warrants a $150 serum in the first place! Yay marketing! Keep reading »
Confession time: I deal with a lot of closet ginger envy. Aren’t we supposed to make fun of them or something? (Kidddddding.) Whatever it is, I definitely didn’t get the memo, because I would trade in my dark hair and ghostly pallor for a splash of freckles and an auburn mane any day of the week — see: Amy Adams, who is basically a walking Renoir, and her glossy copper-red hue isn’t even natural. Speaking of copper, check out the gorgeous bronze shadow lining her lower lashes. It gives definition without the heaviness of a darker matte shade, which can really drag down the lower eye, and the warm metallic tones really make blue and green eyes pop. It looks like she also has a bit of a shimmery champagne color in the inner corner around her tear duct as a lighter complement to the rustier color.
I love this look, and it’s surprisingly easy to achieve as well. Apply the shadow sparingly to the lower rim with a small tapered liner brush (or better yet, try a shadow pencil like Make Up For Ever Aqua Shadow in 22E), sweep the same shade over the lid and up into the brow bone, then tap just a touch of gold highlight to the inner eye (Benefit’s cult fave Moon Beam is a better-than-safe bet for any complexion) to glow like Amy. And for the love of god, if you have the coloring to pull off ginger hair, do it. Redheads are so hot.
I’m five feet tall, okay? Let’s just get it out in the open there. And while I don’t find heels to be terribly uncomfortable, I do find them to be terribly inconvenient, especially given my subway commute and my natural propensity to fall all over myself all the time. My height doesn’t particularly bother me — in fact, I forget how short I am until I’m standing next to someone who I perceive as tall, i.e. normal — but it does make me look a considerable amount younger than I am. Like … let’s say 12? Lately I’ve found myself craving a bit of height without the physical hindrances that come with a sick pair of pumps, so I’ve turned to booties with a small stacked heel to get the job done. They also hold your foot in so you’re not slipping and sliding everywhere, which is always a good thing, especially when you’re me. Whether you’re closer to my height or Iman’s, these 10 pairs will give you a bit of a boost, but are still comfortable enough to see you through the workday in style.
“[Israeli model] Michaela [Bercu] was wearing an haute couture Christian Lacroix jacket with a beaded cross … and stonewashed Guess jeans. The jacket was actually part of a suit, but the skirt didn’t fit Michaela; she had been on vacation back home in Israel and had gained a little weight. Not that that mattered. In fact, it only served to reinforce the idea to take couture’s haughty grandeur and playfully throw it headlong into real life and see what happened … Afterwards, in the way that these things can happen, people applied all sorts of interpretations: It was about mixing high and low, Michaela was pregnant, it was a religious statement. But none of these things was true. I had just looked at that picture and sensed the winds of change. And you can’t ask for more from a cover image than that.”
— Anna Wintour took to Vogue‘s Internet presence on the eve of the magazine’s 120th anniversary to reminisce on her beginnings as editor, and also to divulge a little secret. Her first cover, November 1988, beckoned a new frontier: it broke the canon of past versions (a model wearing jeans on the cover of the most grandiose magazine was a novel concept!) and reinforced that Wintour wasn’t one to hesitate in revolutionizing the standard formula. I’m actually pleasantly surprised by Anna’s positive attitude toward wreaking havoc in the halls of couture and embracing a model that didn’t fit in a sample size (well, at that very moment, for what it’s worth). Israeli food is delicious. [Vogue]
I’m not trying to throw shade, but Pippa Middleton royally needs some help with her beauty game.Why does she have to go around in Forever 21 Couture with a deep orange Travolta tan and a face you can see your reflection in (contrary to rumors that old Pip loves herself a good powder session) while her oh-so-lucky sister the Duchess gets to be the darling of commoners and fashion editors alike? Not fair!
We are extremely fortunate in that our collective public consciousness of harmful chemicals used in beauty and personal care products, even those targeted towards babies and children, has grown exponentially in the past few years. Celebrities like Jessica Alba and Josie Maran have made it their mission to raise awareness of what we’re voluntarily putting in and on our own and our children’s bodies, and while there are plenty of niche brands available to address this concern, they aren’t nearly as readily available or reasonably priced as cheap, chemical-laden drugstore products. Keep reading »
Finally, a major positive improvement on the fringe front! Jessica Biel trimmed up her sheepdog bangs into something shorter and choppier, and they look infinitely better. Was this mod, ’60s-ish vibe what she was going for all along? It’s very Jane Birkin and, as with all things Birkin-esque, I strongly approve … and she looks pretty psyched about it as well, no? Lots of success on the outfit front, too! Looking good, Jessica, looking good. [Photo: Will Alexander/WENN.com]
Let’s talk teen idols. I was born a few years after “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” came to be, but that didn’t stop me from idolizing the hell out of Sloane Peterson. The fringed white leather jacket! Those doe eyes! That cavalier side-part flip! She was, and continues to be, the coolest. I wonder almost every day what Mia Sara is up to. I’ve actually thought about tracking her down, calling up Matthew Broderick, and showing up on her doorstep together in full movie regalia, but what do you know, our friends over at Stylelist beat me to the punch! Unsurprisingly, she’s still a total babe (so choice, in fact), and I still totally want to be her. [Stylelist]