Confession: I haven’t seen a Keira Knightley movie since “Love Actually,” but I’ll gladly own up to my weakness for the actress any day. How could I not, what with her impeccable bone structure? It also helps that, for all of Keira’s delicate features and compelling roles
(but also not really), she manages to come across in the press as the delightfully witty, irrepressibly potty-mouthed British best friend of my dreamz.
Her feature in the September issue of Harper’s Bazaar UK is no different: a charming interview laced with obscenities and a sumptuous editorial is all I could ever wish for, and Keira certainly doesn’t disappoint. The opulent styling envisions the “Anna Karenina” star as “a modern-day Guinevere,” replete with a glamorous Gothic appeal that really speaks to the half-Russian in me. Keira wears the season’s difficult deep plum lipstick to unrivaled success, and I would sell my soul for that feather stole or cape or coat or whatever it is she’s got going on there. Any takers? No? Fine. Additional photos after the jump! [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
The Leaping Bunny is the universal symbol of the Coalition for Consumer Information on Cosmetics (CCIC) reserved for brands and products strictly not tested on animals at any time during their preparation. As of the past couple of months and continuing through today, a number of companies that clearly took a stance in opposition to the practice have been forced to relinquish their Leaping Bunny, and not of any defection from their own creed — brands that allow their products to be imported to and sold in China will no longer be permitted to wear the Leaping Bunny as a cruelty-free claim.
Animal testing in the cosmetics industry is an all but familiar topic for consumers, manufacturers, and activists alike. It’s important to understand that the procedures extend far beyond slapping Chanel lipstick on a lab rat; rather, products and ingredients are often administered to the mucous membranes of the animal, including eyes, nose, and mouth, before the subject is euthanized. It’s a depressing reality, and it’s one that has persisted as the raw, bleeding truth behind the booming beauty business for time immemorial. Explicit awareness of this long-standing cruelty can certainly sap all the joy out of a Sephora binge in seconds flat.
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I often wish I had come into the world several decades earlier than my early-nineties debut (hi mom!), but one of the few benefits that make me grateful to have been an adolescent of the aughties is that I was of prime age for the glory days of “The O.C.” I am not being sarcastic; that show was fucking good. As a result of my unyielding affection for that paradigm of zeitgeist-y melodramatic (so melodramatic) teenage television, my love for Rachel Bilson runs deep. She’s just adorable in every way, even without mentioning the obvious fact that she owns one of the most crush-worthy wardrobes this side of Newport Beach. Oh, and Luke Skywalker.
Beyond that, I have never known Rachel to make a sartorial misstep, and this occasion for TCA’s Summer Party is no different. The critics, however, have spoken, and they are not liking the unusual hairstyle she sported on Sunday’s red carpet. It feels to me like an almost-hit: it would have looked really good had she mussed up the tight side to make it look a little prettier and more undone. As it is, I don’t hate the look, but there’s definitely an imbalance to it. Whatever — Rachel Bilson is still fundamentally perfect and I refuse to fault her for this slight blunder … even if said “slight blunder” vaguely channels Donald Trump.
It’s gotta be hard out here for a Victoria’s Secret Angel, having to stay so damn sexy all the time. I, for one, could never pull it off, especially when you consider that things like ice cream cake and Tate’s cookies exist. Regardless (now I’m all thinking about food and stuff), the Angels have a hallmark beauty look that consists of some pretty basic elements, advertised here by Candice Swanepoel and Bregje Heinen: undone center-parted sex hair (somebody please tell me those manes are extensions and not real, beautiful luscious strands that humans can actually possess), flushed, dewy skin, natural lips, and defined eyes that wing out slightly. Keep reading »
Lana del Rey ranks pretty high on my list as far as seriously questionable celebrities go — is she legitimately talented or the fortunate byproduct of an “image makeover” and a powerhouse PR team? Chances are we will never know, but it’s whatever because I kind of enjoy her. I like her makeup and her music makes me feel sassy and light-hearted, which is a rarity for moody, tempestuous me! I also like her clothes, but only sometimes. This is one of those times: an embroidered off-white skirt is sweet and girly, but paired with a comfortable cropped sweater borrowed from the boys (literally — snag a V-neck in a youth XL or 14 for the perfect abbreviated length) and an easy pair of flats, the whole look takes on new sporty dimensions. No matter your opinion of Lana, you’ve got to commend her for her style savoir-faire — you can get the deets after the jump. Keep reading »
If you find T Magazine‘s Model-Morphosis as utterly transfixing as I do, then prepare to be stunned: photographer Leland Bobbé’s incredible new portraits will blow your mind. The ongoing series depicts men who masquerade as women as one dichotomous (and, it must be said, beautiful) persona — half masculine, half feminine, neither male nor female. Says the artist, “My intention is to capture both the male and the alter-ego female side of these subjects in one image … These are composed in camera and are not two separate images joined together.” The result is a powerful and welcome addition to the conversation of gender and a segue into Nietzche’s overman, “the man that goes beyond, who is beyond.” I’ll drink to that! Click through to check out the full series. Fair warning: there are many. [Refinery29 via Vogue Italia]
My favorite sport has long been surfing the web, preferably on a bed or chaise lounge, but rumor has it that such a sedentary lifestyle might not actually be the best thing for your body. So don’t laugh, but lately I’ve been making more of an effort to get off my lazy ass and actually move — and being the vain creature that I am, I always insist on wearing makeup to the gym. Sure, I may look better when I walk in, but I reap the rewards of freshly clogged pores and the always charming melted-candle effect (you know what I mean!) before I’ve even finished my requisite half-hour on the elliptical. Enter Rae Cosmetics. This collection was formulated with active women in mind and, despite what its workout-worthy claims may lead you to believe, does not contain sweat-resistant superchemicals: quite the contrary, in fact, as Rae only uses hypoallergenic, all-natural, noncomedogenic ingredients. Sold! [$15-$120, Rae Cosmetics]
I can sum up my feelings on “Twilight” with one brief anecdote: I was coaxed into going to the second (third? I don’t remember) movie with a friend for her birthday and bolted when she went to the bathroom half an hour in. Sneaky! Pretty mean, too, now that I look back on it.
The fact of the matter is that the teenyboppin’ vamp series just doesn’t do it for me. Ashley Greene doesn’t particularly do it for me, either, but I’m starting to warm up to her: of all the movies’ stars, she seems to be the most sartorially inclined, and it helps that, much unlike that harpy K. Stew (I kid, I kid), Ashley always looks comfortable in her clothes and happy to be where she is. I’m really into that — you’re rich, you’re famous, you’re beautiful — just smile, damn it! Keep reading »