Hey guys, good news! The microbeads in your face wash are poison! Oh, wait, that’s terrible news, never mind.
You might have heard that Illinois banned microbeads from cosmetics and cleansers last week, and New York and California are right on our heels. It turns out – in an extraordinarily logical turn that really we should’ve seen coming a long time ago – that the tiny little plastic beads in your face wash are getting into the water supply, polluting arctic ice, and killing fish. There’s a different kind of microbead that’s being developed that isn’t so bad for the environment (it’s called PHA), but really, can we just take a minute and think about whether or not any kind of microbead is really necessary? (Spoiler alert: it’s not.) Keep reading »
When American journalist Esther Honig sent her un-retouched photo to over 40 Photoshop artists around the world, she received a vastly different virtual makeover from each. “With a cost ranging from five to thirty dollars, and the hope that each designer will pull from their personal and cultural constructs of beauty to enhance my unaltered image, all I request is that they ‘make me beautiful’,” Honig writes on her website.
Each designer did make her beautiful — by their own nation’s standards, which illuminated just how different each culture’s version of female attractiveness is. Honig’s project, called “Before & After,” was inspired by the many freelancers offering Photoshop skills that she came across on Fiverr. Some of her photos were sent to experts, others to amateurs [Uh, ya think? -- Amelia], but each came back with an enlightening lesson about how we define beauty — and no two cultures’ images were exactly alike. Even though she expected to see drastic results, Honig herself was still unprepared for the shock she felt at seeing some of the retouched photos. Keep reading »
My best friend has been on a bit of a homesteading, make-everything-yourself kick lately. Every time I call her and ask what she’s doing, she replies with, “Oh, just whipping up a fresh batch of nut butter!” or “Melting some coconut oil to make my own deodorant. Want me to make some for you?” So when she came to visit a few weeks ago and said, “Let’s make our own makeup,” I was like, “Umm…yes please!” We put on some music, looked up some DIY makeup recipes, and in less than an hour, we’d both mixed up a batch of our very own powder foundation, using ingredients I already had in my kitchen. Now I’m addicted to DIY makeup, and excited to try to make my own blush and bronzer next. Here are 7 reasons why I’d encourage you to give DIY makeup a try:
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I love my long hair, but I don’t love when it hangs against my face like limp noodles during the humid, summer months. After a quick, much-needed trim, Kelly, a Master Stylist from Hairroin Salon, decided to style my long locks into a french-to-fishtail deconstructed braid to keep me cool and looking chic. She started out by French braiding my hair behind one ear and sweeping the braid to the opposite end of my head, where she finished with a messy, off-center fishtail braid. To hide the elastic holding my braid together, she wrapped small pieces of my hair around the band and used bobby pins to secure it, giving me a pretty, effortless look. In a nutshell, I loved my hair and want her to be my new best friend.
I have never seen the point in a trim. If I am going to get my hair cut, I want a whole new look. Usually, I chop and donate 12 inches of hair and then give it a year to grow out. It may sound a little dramatic, but there is very little curly haircut inspiration out there. After much consideration, I decided to ditch the angled lob and embrace layers. Thanks to Hairroin Salon’s senior stylist Kate, I woke up this morning looking flawless!
It’s weird, how we gender inanimate objects, isn’t it? I always felt like masculinity got all the good stuff — ties and tie bars, motorcycle boots, cufflinks, cars, fountain pens, leather chairs, horses, weapons, tools, whiskey, loafers, barware. I mean sure, I enjoyed my dress-up costumes, makeup, kitchen tools, and art supplies, but it all just lacks a certain ruggedness.
I started to get really fed up with the whole concept of “this is for boys, that’s for girls,” though, when I got to thinking about my razor a few years ago. I’ve been conditioned to shave my legs and armpits every gall-derned day of my life. Most of the guys I know shave their faces once maybe every two or three days. And yet ladies do not exactly get the cream of the shaving-supply crop: We get frilly, oil-infused, pink, plastic razors with five poorly-made, cheap-quality blades that cost $3 per cartridge on average, and that’s pretty much the one and only option we’re presented. Razors are supposed to last for about 10 days, so we’re talking about Gillette wanting you to fork over $100 a year for the privilege of using their cheap plastic cartridges. Keep reading »