So, you guys, this is basically my worst fear EVER: a woman says she got herpes from using a tester tube of lipstick! Starkeema Greenidge of Harlem attended a Rihanna concert earlier this month, where the makeup brand MAC was holding a popup shop and selling Rihanna’s new RiRi Woo lipstick. Like many a woman before her, Greenidge sauntered over to the tester tubes and tried the RiRi Woo lipstick on. An employee even told her to “press her lips together and spread the lipstick around.” And that’s when, according to Greenidge’s lawsuit against MAC, that she got HERPES. Two days after the Rihanna concert, a cold sore appeared on her lip, which her doctor diagnosed as oral herpes. Now she’s suing the company for not using a “fresh or new lipstick tube,” which is “unsanitary and exposing patrons to possible spread of disease.” Well now. Aren’t germs and possible diseases kinda the risk you run by testing communally-used makeup inside a store? MAC is not going to open a fresh lipstick for every single patron because that would be expensive and wasteful. They probably should either disinfect each lipstick or should wipe the top, used part of lipstick off before each new use. But I am a major germophobe and vigilant about wiping lipsticks whenever I test colors. Vigilance! It seems like the best defense of public grossness. Trust no one, Starkeema Greenidge. [Clutch Magazine]
For me, warm weather months are high time to turn to lipstick as an all-encompassing beauty look. Or maybe I should just go ahead and say that my desire to apply primer and foundation and concealer and blush and bronzer and eyeliner and eyeshadow and mascara blahblahblahblahfhdfghjkfdk wanes into nothingness and I’m like, “What is the absolute minimum I can do to distract people from all of the other things that may or may not be going on on my face?” The answer is almost always a bold, yes, you’ve got this, distracting lip (and when it isn’t, it’s just staying within the confines of my home, protected from the eyes of Others).
But it’s not the decision to wear the lipstick that’s the problem (nope, that’s a no-brainer) — it is the continual wearing of the lipstick, and the attempt to keep the lipstick not just on the face but looking, if not quite freshly-applied (probably not gonna happen, sorry for the misleading title, perjury, whatever), acceptable. There are so many things that can go wrong over the course of a day: feathering, smearing, smudging, dryness, whatever you call it when there’s, like, pieces showing. These things don’t just look bad (and gross, ugh, those pieces are so gross), they’re also straight up annoying. In my bold lipstick-wearing (and chapped lips-having) tenure, I’ve picked up a few tips and tricks, if not outright solutions, along the way. Keep reading »
My beauty mantra is pretty much “all eyeliner, all the time.” I live and die by my black Maybelline Line Stiletto (at present time, I own four) and a flicked cat eye, but I also dabble in creams, gels, pencils, and powders in any and every shade of the rainbow. But one thing I have never endeavored to do is extend my liner past the inner corner.
The subject first arose after Julie and I both saw the glorious “Moonrise Kingdom” last year and got all obsessed with Suzy Bishop’s eye makeup (center). Yes, it was technically part of a bird costume, but it looked so cool, and weirdly kind of … wearable? A similar, but slightly more severe, look popped up on January Jones at the Met Ball a few weeks ago, and then again on Fergie over this past weekend. It is now effectively impossible to ignore — this might be a thing. The application varies in these three looks, but they all have in common that they swoop past the inner corner and down towards the nose, where eyeliner does not typically dare to venture. Put me down as being into it (and mmmmmaybe going to give it a subtle try tomorrow, depending on how I feel in the morning) — but what do you think? Also … what do we call this? [Fergie photo via Fame/Flynet]
Why not leave the heavy makeup at home this Memorial Day and opt for something a touch softer instead, like Marion Cotillard’s romantic, slightly smoky-eyed look from Cannes? It’s simple, fresh, and easily recreated with just a few products that you probably already have stashed in your makeup bag… Keep reading »
Nothing says summer more than a punchy pink lip, even when that so-called “summer” weather is leaving something to be desired. Brighten up your day — and, yes, everyone else’s — with one of these celeb-inspired lipstick looks. Running the gamut from a subdued pop with a glossy finish to full-on metallics, there’s something for everyone, even the faint of heart.
Today, May 22nd, is World Goth Day. I didn’t know that this was a thing until I saw something about it somewhere on the Internet, uh, yesterday, but it somehow makes sense that it comes two days after my birthday. I may no longer be as creepy as I was in high school (which is to say, super, super creepy), but I’m still partial to a goth-leaning beauty look. A dark lip, a heavily lined eye, a matte face, all at the same time — goth-inspired makeup is kind of my jam. Here are my favorite products for getting a dark, high-impact look, whether it’s World Goth Day or just a regular Tuesday … Keep reading »
Skin woes: I am intimately familiar with them. I enjoyed the first two decades of my life with a face as smooth, pale, and unblemished as an egg shell. I fielded endless compliments about the condition and clarity of my perfect skin, as well as many an elderly person croaking in my general direction that I “SHOULD NEVER GO OUT IN THE SUN.” And when old people tell you things, you listen. Then, about a year ago, everything changed. (I would appreciate if somebody could please hold my hand while I talk about this.) While in the past I hadn’t weathered much more than a whitehead or two every so often, I started developing swollen, excruciatingly painful cystic acnes (not a scientific term) that would never come out from underneath my skin. They would just linger there, taunting me, until I hauled ass to the dermatologist and got them injected with cortisone for the small price of an insurance copay.
The story does not end here. I guess my previously perfect skin had just had it with me, or the fact that all I ever seemed to be doing was eating Chinese food and chain-smoking (ugh, I know, I was sick of me too), because it hasn’t been the same since, even despite my having made some significant Lifestyle Changes. I definitely don’t get as many terrible cysts as I used to, praise god, but my face is full of texture and other stuff that I don’t like. Because my number one priority is always, without fail, presenting what I like to refer to as “a united front,” I got really, really good at concealer instead of sitting around looking in the mirror and crying about it. Just kidding, I sat in front of the mirror and cried about it first, then I got really good at concealer. Keep reading »
Hey, do you think this lip gloss ad from Vbeauté might have anything to do with … well … vaginas? Nah. What about that dress? No vaginas there either, right? [Refinery29]
Beyonce sure has a lot going on lately (and, um, all the time): a massive tour, a controversial trip to Cuba, a rumored second pregnancy… But regardless of how much Queen Bey has on her plate, she never misses a beat when it comes to looking flawless, whether she’s rolling in to a Nets game or a red carpet event. Mrs. Carter’s flame-embellished gown at the Met Ball was a polarizing choice, but her makeup for the evening? Universally gorgeous. A few tips and tricks, after the jump… Keep reading »
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I am Pale. Like, really pale, so pale it warrants a capital P for emphasis. I glow under black lights; practically all of my veins and arteries are peeking through my flesh braying for you to notice them; when I go out in public without makeup on perfect strangers ask me if I am okay. (I am fine.) However, I will melt in direct sunlight, and the fake bronze look of artificial tanning just does not appeal to me, so I long ago fully embraced my fairness with open (white) arms. In fact, I quite like it, and I quietly resent anyone, friend or foe, who tells me off-handedly that I “need a tan.” No, I don’t — I just need a little bit of bronzer, and then I’m back to looking human again.
I’m a dope hand at contouring because I’m obsessssssed with cheekbones, but my full-face bronzing technique leaves something to be desired (I stick a huge, fluffy brush in the pan and just slap it all over my face, whatever). Consider this remedial how-to my effort at learning with you.
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