I’ve been dyeing my hair since I was 13, when a hairdresser at an upscale salon informed me that I would have to dye my hair forever because my natural color ― the most neutral of dark browns ― was just that shitty. (Another stylist at the same salon later told my mother to imagine the haircut she wanted, which she had seen on a model in a magazine, “on an ugly face,” so take it with a grain of salt.) I don’t brush (wide-tooth comb!), shampoo every day (twice a week!), or heat style my mid back-length hair, but I still noticed that I was accumulating dry, crunchy ends, which worsened every time I hit the salon for a good two-hour color dose.
Since my mission these days is the longest, strongest, shiniest, most Middleton-esque cascades possible, and also maybe not getting cancer, I started feeling out my options for possible alternatives to traditional hair dye. My quest led me, as many of my quests do, straight to LUSH. Their solid blocks of henna pigment intrigued me for two reasons ― one, the formula not only colors, but deeply conditions and strengthens the hair while doing so; two, the concoction is called Caca Brun Mama, which basically means Poop Brown Mom. Was I really going to put something called Poop Brown Mom all over my hair, and leave it there for six hours? Yes. Yes I was. Keep reading »
My lashes are stick straight and blonde, and I wish I was fine with that, but instead I have dedicated a significant portion of my time on earth to making them appear long, dark, and luxuriously curly. This pursuit has taken me to the brightly lit beauty counters of luxury cosmetic brands and the dark recesses of drugstore clearance racks. It has caused me to hyperventilate in front of the Sephora employee who told me that the Shu Uemura eyelash curler would no longer be carried in US stores (don’t worry, it’s online), and it has caused me to burn my cheek with the metal edge of said eyelash curler after heating it up with a hairdryer in college. Along the way I’ve learned a lot and found quite a few awesome products, but I’m always on the lookout for more. You can imagine my excitement, then, when I discovered Urban Decay’s Supercurl Curling Mascara. Did it live up to its name? Read on to find out… Keep reading »
I am very possibly a lip beauty product hoarder. Alas, that is not what we are here to discuss.
I’d long admired the Revlon Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stain at my local pharmacy, but I never felt justified in forking over $8 for yet another lip product. Then last weekend I lost my nerve and finally bought the shade Lovesick, a vibrant-but-not-clownish hot pink. Keep reading »
My history of drugstore impulse purchases has definitely been hit and miss. I have approximately $500 worth of greasy hair potions stashed in my bathroom cabinet that is proof of the “miss” part, but sometimes my tendency to wander the aisles of Walgreens late at night and buy whatever random beauty product catches my eye pays off. Exhibit A: this Organix Moroccan Argan Oil Body Lotion… Keep reading »
I have experienced a few transformations in my life that have been so dramatic I wish I had taken before and after pictures. One of those times was when I went to Super Cuts for a trim and the stylist gave me a pixie cut with a rat tail. Another was when I bought my first professionally fitted bra. And the third was when I started using Dermalogica skincare.
It all started one day when my friend Katie and I went out for drinks. She was telling a story when I realized that even under the harsh fluorescent lights of the bar her face looked dewy and flawless. “Oh my god,” I blurted out. “How do you have such perfect skin?!” Keep reading »
I’ve never been big on lipstick. I have thin lips and I also drink coffee constantly, so it seemed like any foray into lipstick would be a waste. But as I get older (and wean myself off caffeine), I’ve taken the plunge into what feels like more grown-up makeup than my usual lip balm, or if I’m feeling fancy, lip gloss. Recently I splurged on Bobbi Brown’s Rich Lip Color in Cosmic Raspberry at Bloomingdales (AKA that flaming pit in which I throw my money). Keep reading »