Cadbury (yes, the chocolate aficionados) has teamed up with U.K. nail company Nail Inc. to produce two limited-edition nail lacquers based on the new Cadbury Milk Bliss chocolate bar. The polishes come in two colors, “Vanilla Bliss,” a soft beige, and “Chocolate Bliss,” a creamy cocoa. Both polishes look divine, but the beauty gods have not shined on us, poor Americans: The mini line is only available in the U.K. I imagined “Vanilla Bliss” would be the color to define my fall. Oh well! The lacquers after the jump could be substitutes for the Cadbury collection. Keep reading »
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Like Frank Sinatra and Miles Davis before him, Justin Bieber is co-branding with a line of nail polishes. The Biebs lent his name to a new line of Nicole nail polishes that will be exclusively available at Walmart beginning in December, and in stores like Target and Ulta after that. The polishes include reds, purples, blues and glittery shades and are titled after classic Bieber songs, like “Step 2 the Beat of My Heart” (pictured above) and “One Less Lonely Girl” (but it’s called One Less Lonely Glitter). Damn, when I was a hormonal Hanson fan they never did anything like this! Someone out there in Corporate America believes tween girls will buy anything Bieber-related … and the sad thing is, they’re probably right. [NYMag.com] Keep reading »
I feel as if I’m always on a quest for my next favorite nail polish. As someone who treats myself to a weekly manicure, seven days can seem like an eternity and I can get bored really fast. That’s why I let out a squeal when I first saw Nars’ “Zulu,” one of five vintage polishes from the Nars archives named after blockbuster films. Zulu is the true green I’ve been looking for and makes me long for corduroy and flannel plaid. If green isn’t your idea of an amazing nail color, the limited-edition collection also includes a gold called “Mash,” a silver named “Full Metal Jacket,” a bronze-y-orange called “King Kong,” and a royal blue dubbed “Midnight Express.” And $16 is an amazing price for something beautiful and vintage. [$16, Nars] Keep reading »
Ignore the alien-like makeup from the Jose Duran spring 2011 fashion show, and instead focus on the black and white chevron stripe nails. Pattie Yankee and the Dashing Diva team created this bold French-like manicure to complement the androgynous tone of Jose Duran’s collection. The manicurist used rounded press-on nails for the female models, but kept nails short and painted for the males. I think the women’s talons elongate the fingers, but even if you prefer shorter nails, you can still recreate this manicure for yourself. All you need is a steady hand or a friend with one. Get the details on the chevron stripe manicure after the jump. Keep reading »
Ever noticed how the minute you get your hands on some money, you find a ton of things you’d like to spend it on? Well, that’s the inspiration behind “Blowin’ Money Fast,” a dark metallic green nail lacquer, from the fall Ginger + Liz Colour Collection. This is the perfect emerald shade to transition from summer’s bold nail colors to fall’s dark neutrals. Plus, this organic and eco-friendly nail polish is a great guilt-free way to blow through some cash.
Fashion’s Night Out is on Friday, which means the fashion industry’s brightest bulbs will clack around New York City trying to get you to buy stuff. But makeup freaks everywhere await Chanel’s debut three new nail polishes: khaki brun, khaki vert, and khaki rose. Or, as I see them, baby poop brown, pea soup green, and bathtub grime red. Keep reading »
Three reasons we love nail polish:
- It’s something you can change about your look in a few minutes time.
- It’s a cheap and easy way to add something special to your wardrobe or outfit theme.
- The trends are always changing, making it a pleasant surprise to find that gray actually looks really sophisticated on your hands.
This fall, we’re cultivating our nail polish palette with muted hues of gray and brown, earthy tones, and some rich pinkish reds to remind us of the changing leaves. Check out our suggestions after the jump! Keep reading »
Come September 10, we won’t be painting the town red during Fashion’s Night Out. Rather, we’ll be painting it khaki thanks to Chanel‘s special trio of nail polishes created in honor of the event. Looks like Chanel is positioning itself as the taste maker for nail polish trends (thank you for the gray and jade suggestions, we’re all about them) because these earthy hues are both innovative and excellent for fall. And of course, the perfect FNO souvenir! [Teen Vogue] Keep reading »
I hadn’t really given much thought to vegan and organic nail polish, except to assume that the lacquer probably chips really quickly. All those chemicals traditional polishes contain must be necessary for a reason, right? Boy, was I wrong! Keep reading »
I’ve always been too self-conscious to sport a style of my own, and unlike my friends, I’ve never felt comfortable in what the masses are wearing. My personality—dark, satirical, literary, depressive—doesn’t always go with pretty or dainty. The look I’d like to go for is attractive with a jaded undertone, something that says, “fun could happen here,” as long as we’ve acknowledged in advance that life is abysmal.
One evening in May, after leaving my downtown editorial job, where I’d had some wine on an empty stomach with a coworker, I stumbled into the CVS near my Upper East Side apartment. A bottle of black nail polish caught my eye. Standing in a row with other contrarians, like blue and taupe, it was dark, defiant.
At home, waving the blackened brush over my fingertips, I felt like Geppetto in his workshop, crafting some new being with high aspirations for a better life. The result was miraculous. Black nails. Wow. Who knew? I’d always thought black nail polish was only for goths, but against my jeans and plain pink T-shirt, my manicure looked perfect.
For the next few days, I went out of my way to let people see my nails: I wrapped my fingers around the bar on the 4 train. When recording a video blog at work, I touched my face to get my hands in the shot. I put the world on notice. Things were different.
Clothes were different. I went shopping alone and felt confident as I picked out shirts and dresses, thinking, these will go great with my black nails.
My mom hated it and seemed hurt. “You’re 26 years old. Why are you doing this?”
My friends approved. “I think black looks good once in a while … it’s elegant,” said Cathy.
“Once in a while is fine for you,” I said, “but I want my nails to be this color permanently. I finally feel comfortable in my own skin!”
I carried around the bottle of polish and touched up my nails all over town: at work, in restaurant bathrooms. I branched out and polished my toes as well. I felt complete, studded in black. My anxieties about having no style of my own evaporated as I settled into my new nails.
One Saturday afternoon when I was visiting my mom in Queens, she asked if I wanted to get a manicure and pedicure. I hated going to the salon, but my feet were calloused from weeks of walking around Manhattan in sandals, and my nails looked disheveled thanks to my habit of polishing them and then rummaging through my bag for an iPod or wallet.
“Hmm. OK, but I’m getting black,” I said.
Mom looked horrified.
The salon had one lonely bottle of black, but I handed the technician my own, feeling sentimental. We, the polish and I, had made this transition to confident fashionista together.
He looked me up and down, sighed, and raised his eyebrows. “Oh. OK,” he said.
As he began scrubbing several weeks’ worth of black polish off my nails, two girls walked in. I caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. With their short shorts, tight t-shirts, and tan lines they looked 17.
“I told my dad the only reason I’m getting a job this summer is so I can get my nails done every few days,” one girl said to the other.
I shivered at the high-maintenance remark, remembering again why I hated nail salons, where the conversations touched on all things superficial and reality TV. When my manicure was finished, I admired my fingers. They looked much better than when I did them myself. People were going to notice. Leaving Mom to finish her manicure, I hopped over to get my toes polished.
As the same technician got to work, the female employees at his side had their eyes on my feet and fingers. One pointed to my hands and spoke in Korean. Billy, at my feet, nodded, spoke back, and laughed. He showed her the bottle of polish I brought. They both rolled their eyes and got back to work. I started to sweat.
They’re talking about me … Does it matter? Maybe? No … It doesn’t matter. I’m unique! I’m awesome, I’m …
The woman lifted her head again, spoke, and gave me a look of disgust, all to the pleasure of the man polishing my toes.
They hate me. I’m an idiot, I thought. My eyes darted from one disapproving scowl to the other, and my heart started racing. Just then, two ladies, who were both carrying bottles of delicate pink, sat in the empty pedicure chairs on either side of me. They spoke in Russian, and I felt their eyes graze my fingers. It was too much to bear. An old familiar pang of social anxiety struck my stomach, the kind that called when I didn’t know in high school that pointy-toed boots were out of style, or in junior high when the butterfly hairclips I bought were too large.
Another nail technician joined the fleet at my feet. “Nice color!” she said. The gaggle burst out in laughter and my face turned the shade of the Russian girls’ nails.
I tried to say, “It suits me.” The words got lodged in my throat.
His job finished, Billy led me over to the drying station. As I sat down, nauseous, and close to tears, the 17-year-old girl walked toward me, her nails a new, bright shade of red. “I’ve got to get this off,” she said to her friend. “Should I get black instead?”
I nearly yelled out. Yes! Yes, get black, PLEASE, GET BLACK. I watched her lift the dark bottle from its shelf and had to suppress a “THANK YOU!”
When I was through drying, Mom and I headed back out into the thick summer air. As I reveled in the comfort brought by the nail polish choice of a teenager, I recalled being 8 years old, overhearing my mother complain I was wearing my hair in my eyes because my older cousin Nancy was doing it. I am still that girl, seeking someone else to validate my appearance, needing more to hide behind than this black coat.