Over the holidays, I finally saw “American Hustle,” starring Bradley Cooper, Christian Bale, Amy Adams, and Jennifer Lawrence. Depending on who you ask, the movie is either THE BEST OF THE YEAR or a complete disaster. Or, if you were to ask me, I would tell you that the movie is okay, but worth seeing for three reasons: 1) the first scene, in which Christian Bale styles his awesomely atrocious combover for, like, three minutes; 2) Jennifer Lawrence’s fairly ridiculous half-Jersey/half-California accent; and 3) Amy Adams’ fucking gorgeous makeup game. Regarding the latter: can we bring dewy makeup back please? It’s so youthful and fresh and who doesn’t want that just got fucked flush? Keep reading »
After giving up makeup for two weeks this summer, I had a realization: my usual makeup routine was way, way too complicated. Two weeks was enough to get used to the whole “zero-get-ready-time” thing, and along the way, I completely lost my tolerance for time-consuming cosmetics. Before my makeup fast, I was spending at least 20 to 30 minutes on my face every morning. These days it’s more like 5 to 10 minutes. And let me tell you: it’s awesome. If you’re looking to streamline your own makeup routine, read on for some tips… Keep reading »
Excuse me, Melissa Joan Hart? I know you’re on your way into the premiere of “Frozen” but I really feel like someone should tell you this. You have something on your face. Specifically your forehead. Wait, there’s some around your nose and mouth too. Powdered sugar? Cocaine? Translucent powder? Probably the latter, most likely, though it’s hard to understand how any self-respecting makeup artist could let Melissa leave the house without blending in her makeup, like, at all. Ahh well, at least the theater was dark.
We may think celebrities are always picture perfect, but every once in a while we see behind the curtain — especially when those bright bulbs are flashing on the red carpet. Makeup is required. More specifically, powder. But it’s a delicate balance. Too much and your favorite celeb may look like a clown, too little and they’re shinier than an oil slick. Click through to see some very unfortunate celebrity powder mishaps.
To you and I, today is the 20th day of November and one week from Thanksgiving vacation. But one group of Christian women and girls, today is the 20th day of not wearing any makeup to revel in their natural beauty. No Makeup November is a project of Rave Ministries, which hopes “that for one month kids, teens, mothers, and grandmothers will relish every opportunity possible to see the true beauty that God has breathed in them.” Keep reading »
I feel like we kind of have an “honesty at all times” policy over here at The Frisky. I may not be particularly forthcoming about my sex life or getting tampons lost inside of me, so I guess it’s only fair that I divulge all of my beauty secrets, no facades to be allowed. Let’s start with the most pressing: I am coming off what I like to think of as a lipstick diet. It is a diet in two senses: metaphorically, insofar as I am restricting myself from purchasing them, much like one restricts certain foods or manners of eating on an actual diet, and literally, insofar as when I do wear lipstick I tend to actually eat it off my face. Keep reading »
Adele has reportedly backed away from a $20 million contract with L’Oreal that she has been negotiating since March. According to the UK’s Daily Mail, sources had said the singer needed “a lot of persuasion to get her to agree” but “it looks like she’s close to landing a deal.”
Only … not. The company is apparently extremely surprised Adele backed out. Anyone who has read interviews in which she has warned about being a “sell out” and becoming “tainted” is perhaps not so surprised.
But what would it have meant for Adele, one of the most famous and beloved plus-size women, to have fronted a major beauty brand? Keep reading »
What sorcery is this?! The sea-witch on the left cannot, CANNOT be the stone cold 10 on the right. She cannot! Or else Guyism founder and editor Chris Spags won’t know what to think. Wait until he finds out about padded bras! Keep the
defillibrator defibrillator on hand, everyone. [Guyism]
When I went on a makeup hiatus, one of the most unexpected epiphanies I had was that I actually missed the time I spent getting ready in the mornings. Not because I enjoyed getting up early or repeatedly poking myself in the eye with a mascara brush, but because having some time set aside every morning to look myself in the eye (via the mirror) and get mentally prepared for my day was surprisingly centering. When I thought more about it, I realized that my morning makeup routine wasn’t the only beauty ritual that I find to be strangely meditative. Here are eight more… Keep reading »
A few weeks ago, I decided to stop wearing makeup for awhile. If I were being partially honest I would say this decision was based on the hot weather and humidity, which caused any makeup I applied to promptly slide off my face in an unsightly Maybelline mudslide. If I were being totally honest, I would admit that I was also feeling super emotional and kept randomly crying and messing up my mascara and finally just decided to stop wearing mascara so it wouldn’t get messed up. (What? I’m 28! Obviously I’m an emotional wreck!)
I thought my makeup hiatus would last a few days, but I ended up enjoying the barefaced lifestyle so much that I didn’t open my makeup bag for two full weeks. This might not seem like a long time, but I’ve worn makeup almost every day for many, many years. A makeup-free vacation, weekend, or random weekday wasn’t uncommon for me, but to give it up for 14 days in a row for no particular reason was definitely a major adjustment. I learned some things about makeup, and about myself, in the process… Keep reading »
I hate throwing stuff away, makeup especially, because it’s already superfluous in terms of basic human existence. So throwing it in the actual garbage makes me feel like a reaaaal “who do you think you are?” type of lady.
But alas, my bedroom is overflowing with shit. Shit I can’t use. Shit I don’t need. Shit I wouldn’t wish upon you. Shit forever.
Good God, let’s get rid of it. Here’s what I’ve got on the chopping block: Keep reading »