Once upon a time, I found myself in Las Vegas with no concealer in my makeup bag. I can say with absolutely certainty that Las Vegas is the worst place in the world to go without concealer, what with the lack of sleep, polluted air, fluorescent lighting, and the small but real chance of meeting Celine Dion and taking a photo with her that you’ll obviously need to have printed on a 5×7 foot canvas to hang over your mantle for all eternity. I couldn’t risk looking less than my best for that momentous occasion, so I popped into Nordstrom, headed to the MAC counter and asked for a recommendation. The MAC ladies plopped me down in a chair, blended a bit of Prep + Prime Highlighter in “Radiant Rose” under my eyes, and handed me a mirror. “Damn,” I said, “I think I’m ready for my photo with Celine.”
I may not have met Celine on that trip (I’ve got a good feeling about next year), but I did find a new staple for my makeup bag. Read on for details! Keep reading »
Stacy Keibler struck the perfect balance of casual and glamorous while out shopping in New York City the other day. I love how she paired those summery tangerine jeans with a classic peacoat and cap toe flats–a great way to transition the colored denim trend into fall. After the jump, we’ve got all the essential pieces to recreate this look for yourself! Keep reading »
It’s a well-known law of physics that if you hold a Madonna concert in LA, celebs will attend in droves. Her Madgesty’s show at the Staples Center last night was no exception, and celebs like Jessica Alba, Emma Roberts, Robyn, and even my favorite Backstreet Boy showed up to cheer her on. So, whose concert outfits rocked and whose fell flat? Click through to find out!
Oh, oxblood, how I loathe you as a word but love you as a color, so I’m thrilled to see so many shades of deep red showing up in magazines, stores, and on stylish celebs like Taylor Swift and Victoria Beckham. Looking for some inspiration on how to wear fall’s most fashionable color? Click through to check out 12 lovely celeb ladies rocking shades of maroon, burgundy, and–yep–oxblood!
This photo is from the National Potato Chip Institute convention of 1948, an event which apparently involved fitting a model with a surprisingly lovely potato chip bra. I’m really not sure why this concept never caught on. I mean, a bra you can snack on while watching TV? Life dream status. [Buzzfeed]
Remember when they used to bring out the gummy worm and crumbled Oreo “dirt” cake at elementary school Halloween parties and it was, like, the greatest thing ever? I might have been particularly enthusiastic because I was eating a lot of actual dirt in my day-to-day life (my brothers and I used to play “restaurant” out in the garden and it was considered quite rude not to take a bite of a freshly-made mud pie), and Oreo dirt had a much more pleasant flavor. Anyway, the point is that just because we’re adults doesn’t mean we can’t still cook up some spooky Halloween-themed food. I found recipes for everything from puff pastry intestines to shrunken head cider (and check out the Dexter blood slide candies up on the top right! So cool). Click through to check ‘em out…
Classic Schwinn not doing it for you anymore? Yearning for a ride that will really get you noticed? How about this one-of-a-kind beech wood bike? Inspired by a famous 19th century chair designed by Michael Thonet (side note: who are the people who are keeping track of famous chairs? Should I know about famous chairs?), it will cost you $70,000, but hey, it’s a small price to pay for total exclusivity. Careful though: that 5-figure price tag doesn’t include brakes. [Huffington Post]
Katy Perry performed at a concert to support Obama in LA this weekend, and obviously she rocked a customized presidential manicure, complete with teeny tiny photos of Obama’s beaming smile. Pretty cute, right? And now we wait for Scott Stapp to unveil his Mitt Romney mani/pedi. [Twitter via Bust]
Dear Fat Girl,
Last week, I saw an overweight news anchor respond to a bully with such power and confidence that it made me cry. It also made me want to write about my own experience of being a fat girl. I almost wrote this letter to my younger self: a deeply sad, chubby fourth grader who endured horrific taunts from classmates at recess, and even worse abuse in her own head when she’d go home and look in the mirror. But then I realized that there is something about these two little words, “fat” and “girl,” that denotes a shared life experience. If you’ve ever been a fat girl, you know what it’s like to have a body that feels like an enemy, to suppress your own voice because you think it doesn’t count, to be informed with a sigh that you have “such a pretty face,” as if it’s a bit of a tragedy. Here are some things I wish someone would have told me, back when I felt so hopeless, back when I felt like I would never be anything more than the fat girl… Keep reading »