When you spend countless hours navigating the beauty minefield of products, treatments and tools, you get a good feel for what works and what doesn’t pretty quickly.
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Welcome to Would You Rather, a game in which we concoct hypothetical style dilemmas and ask you to choose which option’s worse.
Would you rather … never wear a bra again or never put on makeup for the rest of your life? The key question here is at which point does burden outweigh pleasure? Bras might not be a fun thing to wear most of the time, but they do hold your boobs in, and they can be fun to wear. Same goes for makeup (not the boob part)—cosmetics can make you look pretty and can be enjoyable, but are also a bit of a pain to apply everyday, and for a lot of us, clogs pores and makes our true skin worse. So … what would it be? Keep reading »
My favorite makeup brand, MAC, has teamed up with Rodarte designers for a September 2010 collaboration based on their fall collection— but it’s gone horribly wrong. Drawing inspiration from the colors and culture of Mexico, MAC/Rodarte features a pink powder blush called Quinceanera, a sheer white lipstick called Ghost Town, and other items. That’s fine and dandy. But they’ve also tastelessly named their nail polishes Juarez (a pink frost) and Factory (a mint frost). Why’s it tasteless? Juarez is an impoverished Mexican factory town notorious for the number of women between the ages of 12 and 22 who have been raped and murdered with little or no response from police. Keep reading »
When I arrived in Paris at 19 years old to study at the Sorbonne for a year, I also arrived with an enormous zit on my forehead. It was the hugest pimple I’d ever gotten in my life—the cystic kind that hurts deep down and forms an obvious red mountain at the surface. It was only after a few hours of meeting Marianne, my host mother, that she instructed me to come to her bathroom. I cautiously entered her stately boudoir, where she selected a tube from the marble counter neatly littered with at least 100 products and beauty tools.
“I have something for that,” she said, eying my blemish and placing a generous dollop of a thick clay from India or Indonesia or Tunisia on my forehead. “This will make your zit go away in no time,” she told me. Embarrassed, I thanked her and went back to my room. Fifteen minutes later, I headed to the kitchen to see if I could help her and my host brothers set up for dinner. Before she could even hand me a fork, Marianne gave me a sharp stare, approaching me before her sons could see me. “I do not want to see this when I am eating,” she hissed, and instructed me to wash off the clay and pin my hair over my blemish during dinner. Keep reading »