“You have to clean your face. You can’t sit around and assume it’s going to be OK. I wash my face every day — don’t be afraid to wash yours before you go to bed! … At the end of the day, you just have to take care of your face. I’m being honest with you.”
— This information from Pharrell Williams is absolutely critical, and do you know why? It is critical because that man, yes, the man pictured above, is FORTY YEARS OLD. Most dudes, in my experience, just don’t grasp the importance of washing one’s face, but Pharrell does, and it’s obviously paid off. Cleansing, toning, and moisturizing: it’s not just for the ladiez! [Into The Gloss]
At first I was excited. “The Epic, Disgusting Removal of a Blackhead 25 Years in the Making,” posted on Jezebel, sounds exactly like my idea of a good time. I love gross shit, I’m a picker myself, and I think we can all agree (right?) that there is something so disgustingly satisfying about popping a zip or removing a blackhead (or watching someone else do those things on YouTube). But a 25-year-old blackhead? Apparently, there is some gross shit that is even too much for me. I suppose I should have realized what I was in for, given Jezebel’s description of the carnage: “It took six minutes to extract what looks to be a rotting Tootsie Roll.” I barely made it through the whole thing and almost burst into tears. Obviously, I need you all to experience the horror as well. (FWIW, I enjoyed this video more than the 27-minute proposal video.) [Jezebel]
Sit down, everybody, and let’s talk about that most elusive of all makeup looks, the majestic, seemingly intangible unicorn that is Perfect Skin. One need not be born with — nor consume only omega-3 rich fishes, avocado, and $12 green juices to acquire — perfect skin to appear as if one has perfect skin, do you follow? One need certainly not spackle on layers of HD foundation, either, because that never seems to result in perfect skin but rather “whoa, that’s a lot of makeup” skin. If your skincare routine isn’t quite up to snuff, and your diet includes more Keebler elf cookies than kale, that’s your life, your choice, bro, and it shouldn’t stand in the way of you looking like the portrait of glowing health. Isn’t makeup the best?
I had the kind of no-makeup-necessary perfect skin that strangers commented on my entire life, including the quintessential 12-15 greasy years, and then suddenly, randomly, INFURIATINGLY started developing skin probz (acne, clogged pores, oiliness, scarring, redness, whatever), like, five whole years after I foolishly assumed I would be in the clear for life. I’ve always been fairly (lol) vain, and my skin had never been something I had to worry about, but when it did become a concern, I learned pretty quickly how to fake the same flawless skin I used to wake up with. I mean, is it as good as the real thing? No, definitely not, but it’s still pretty damn good. Keep reading »
Though rare in the United States, using bird feces for facial treatments is a well-known and common in Japan. And if you’re just dying to have bird poop smeared on your face in the hopes it will improve your skin, one New York spa offers the treatment for $180.
This poop isn’t just from any old garbage-ingesting pigeon. The treatment uses imported Asian nightingale poop on the faces of its customers. Only the fanciest of bird poops are fit for these facials!
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Chronic makeup-to-bed-wearer here. As such, I read with interest a new, very scientific study undertaken by Anna Pursglove, a writer over at the Daily Mail, who spent a month wearing her makeup to bed (and basically not washing her face) to see what might happen.
Short answer: It’s not pretty. Keep reading »
This is Totally Coveted, our new whenever series documenting all the super ridiculous crap we want but (probably, most certainly) are too sensible to buy. Hey, a girl can dream — about $1,200 shoes — can’t she? Take a peek at what we’re coveting, and then tell us what you’re lusting after in the comments! Keep reading »
A face mask is a great way to wind down from the week and de-stress. I love a face mask, especially when my skin is feeling totally oily and out of control, but our friend Andy from Celebuzz had never tried one. So we thought, what better time to introduce him to the joys of throwing a bunch of glop on your face than on camera, for potentially millions to see?! Andy was a great sport, and helped us try out a few different types of masks. How’d it go? Click the video and find out!
Japanese beauty products are wild, man. They are at once super futuristic but also hopelessly outdated. Like if Betty Draper met “Tron” or something — you’d be wearing a crazy space suit but worried about “reducing” and “slimming your figure.” I’m totally fascinated by these things, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I pretty much would buy all of this crap if my budget allowed. Who doesn’t want a $4,000 animatronic seal, you guys? Or a bizarre medieval face-stretching device? This stuff is the coolest!
Check out 10 of our favorite bizarre beauty products from the Japan Trend Shop above.
While I’ve personally never found any remedy that can mollify the sting, maybe you’ll have better luck. Check out these seven soothing products we recommend slathering all over in case you get burned big time.
My skin has been all but terrible lately, and it’s all but my fault. My breakouts, dryness, redness, blotchiness, sensitivity, and unidentified non-pimple bumps covering my forehead have either everything or nothing to do with my recent proclivity toward sleeping in my makeup, staying out late, eating terribly (but deliciously), hanging out in smoke-filled rooms, making out with dudes with abrasive facial hair, and finally, because I am The Worst, going off the antibiotics prescribed to me for acne because I ran out and didn’t feel like making a trip to the drugstore that day. It turns out that the libertine lifestyle is not conducive to maintaining clear, calm skin — who knew (and, more importantly, how do all of my favorite celebrities do it)?
I have a veritable apothecary full of cleansers, toners, masques, moisturizers, spot treatments, serums, oils, creams… and the more I piled them on in unlikely combinations hoping for some small miracle, the worse my skin got. Even my tried-and-true lifesavers were like, “Fuck yo’ skin.” I’m always hesitant to try new products when I’m having this kind of facial meltdown, but something about the claims touted by Kiehl’s Skin Rescuer compelled me to take a leap of faith. Maybe it was the reasoning that it addressed skin’s response to external stressors (like, um, my friends, always making me do things, geez), or maybe it was just that classic Kiehl’s packaging that did me in. But whatever it was, I eschewed my customary routine of cleanser/toner/as many other things as I can pile on in favor of this single product. Gulp. Keep reading »