Welcome to another installment of “I Want That,” The Frisky’s every-so-often beauty product review video series. In this episode, we invited our resident nail art fan Megan to join us, to discuss the ins and outs of polish, stickers and press-ons. Check it out above and then tell us in the comments what nail treatments you prefer!
We’re a bit obsessed with the Illuminati around here (hey, Jay and Bey!), so the idea of a Secret Society mani is right up our alley. Designed by Rita Remark, the manicure is an interpretation of what a secret society language might look like. Go with Rita’s designs or make one up on the fly! [Windsor Star]
Longtime readers of The Frisky will know two things for certain: one, it used to be a lot more fun around here when our girl Simcha Whitehill worked with us, and two, I’m just a teeny bit obsessed with pandas. Well, today’s my lucky day! Here’s Simcha, aka nail art expert Miss Pop, in a video for the blog Beauty High teaching us how super-easy it is to do panda nail art. All you need is black and white polish and a couple of different sized pins! Aren’t they darling? I’ve got to make an appointment with Miss Pop and rock those panda nails myself. [Beauty High]
Well, well, well! It looks like somebody stopped in to WAH Nails before hitting the courts at Wimbledon. Serena Williams maaaaaay not necessarily know what the fuck she is talking about, but girlfriend always serves it up solid on the nail art front, that’s for sure. [Photos: Bauer Griffin]
Nail polish names have always been a source of the giggles — “You Don’t Know Jacques”? “Friar, Friar, Pants On Fire”? “Don’t Socra-Tease Me”?! So ridiculous, yet genius, there’s even a blog devoted to the dumbest nail polish names ever. But those names pale in comparison to some of the shades I found with names so raunchy (“Pounded on the Kitchen Table”? Really?!) I almost blushed. Check out 16 of the raunchiest and overtly sexual nail polish names above…
For the majority of my life, I was The Girl With The Grubby Nails. Nothing was more satisfying than sitting on my bed, lost in a book, gnawing in a distracted fashion on my tiny nail stubs. Save an ill-advised love affair with acrylic French tips in high school, my nails were largely ignored, left to languish while I concentrated my efforts on mastering liquid eyeliner and figuring out a flatiron.
Enter the $10 manicure, the ultimate lifesaver. For the price of two magazines, three street tacos, an iced tea and a big cookie, my nail game was on point, effectively transitioning me from Not Grown to Almost There. However, my lifestyle often belied my appearance, and I’d ruin manicures regularly, digging in my bag for keys, rustling around for chapstick, and once, just by walking up a flight of stairs. My $10 mani obsession had reached its peak, and it was a waste of money. After hours of internet research, I perfected an at-home mani situation that is fun, and dare I say, relaxing. Let me show you the way. Keep reading »