I’m currently doing battle with what I’m pretty sure is my first-ever outbreak of roseaca—little satellites of tiny red bumps accompanied by redness are spread across both of my cheeks, which looks just about as charming as you might imagine—so yesterday I decided that a little something in the way of coverage was called for, and got myself to Sephora. Where, as it turns out, they’ve got a perfectly genius contraption, about the size of a Clairsonic, that takes an exact measurement of your skin tone, and suggests all of the items in store that match it. I tried about five different options—all tinted moisturizers; I can’t quite make the leap to foundation—and finally settled on this Amazonian Clay Tinted BB Moisturizer from Tarte, which quite deftly made the red disappear while staying on the sheer side. Now I just have to make the actual roseaca go away, and on that I’m totally stumped. I put it to you, readers: are there good over-the-counter remedies? Or do I just get myself to a dermatologist?
I have been in a real mood the past few days, and I totally blame House of Cards. There are not enough antidepressants in the world to make it OK to binge-watch that show, and yet I couldn’t help myself over the weekend, because it is just so crazy good. Still, we hate it when art hurts our souls.
I crammed in about ten episodes in over the weekend, and by Sunday night was suffering from full misanthropy overload. A visit to casa Tribeca Mom was just what was needed to take the edge off. As her two perfect offspring watched Mary Poppins and Tribeca Dad prepared dinner, I tore into the big old bag of beauty products she’d brought me from work. Things started looking better immediately. This lip color from YSL is a both a gloss and a stain, and appealingly light. It comes in a nice variety of colors, but I surprise myself by liking this mauve-y tone.
In my effort not to be such a rookie in the eyeshadow department, I’ve been trying to do that thing where you blend a lighter hue above your darker one so you don’t just have a single abrupt slash of color. This selection from Chanel goes perfectly with all my browns and eggplants.
I generally splurge on fancy eyeliners, but this trio of kohl-style pencils from Physician’s Formula is rather fantastic. They’re simple to use for one thing, and the lighter shades are actually more flattering than straight-up black on me, something I’d never have known.
I do not like a cheekily-named beauty product, and this mascara from Too Faced is a prime offender. But it is too seriously good—thickening, lengthening, and conditioning too, apparently—not to share.
I went for it.
I am so picky about my lip balms that I often end up using none at all—the ones that work well are so heavy, and more lightweight versions simply don’t get the job done. But I’m very excited this stuff, which a friend gave me the other day: it’s got no glop factor, keeps lips nicely hydrated, and mitigates the need for lipstick, which is always a plus.
Here’s what I learned from the lady at the MAC store on Friday: when attempting to apply liner to the the outer corners of the lower lash line—always such a tricky maneuver—swap out your brush liner for an old-school pencil. Goodbye, smudgy mess, hello, eyes so huge and pretty you won’t believe they’re yours.
I’ve got wicked under eye circles. They go away sometimes and then return whenever I start to feel too good about my appearance, just to keep me in line. There was a time when I held out hope they might be banished altogether, but that was before I had access to a fashion magazine’s beauty closet, which enabled me to sample copious of-the-moment remedies and finally conclude that the only true cure for under eye circles is a first-rate concealer. I still feel that way. But this Kate Somerville cream, of which I was given a sample the other day, definitely has some kind of magic in it. I put it on the other morning as a base before applying concealer, then returned to the mirror five minutes later* and the thick purple crescents under my eyes were, much to my astonishment, significantly diminished. Anything that allows me to spackle on the makeup just a little less thick is aces in my book, so I bought the stuff, which wasn’t cheap, but I think will work out very well on a cost-per-use basis because you only use just the eensiest little squirtlet of it.
* A beauty editor once instructed me to wait a full five minutes between application of eye cream and concealer, and indeed that does seem to be the exact right amount of time necessary for for maximal concealer absorption and minimal concealer smudging.
There’s something happening later on this week that I have to look especially good for, so I’m doing the usual drill and getting a blowout and false lashes (my failsafe shortcut to looking professionally made up) and then a manicure too, which almost never happens around here, because my nails are too sad to even bother. But I love how short nails look with dark polish, and this eggplant-y black purple is too good to resist. It’s very goth-girl-from-a-good-family, which is pretty much exactly the look I’m going for.
Thanks to a single very unfortunate, highly zealous pre-adolescent attempt at tweezing, my eyebrows have always been on the scant side. And while this has never pleased me, it has also never really obsessed me: like many women, I’ve got a gift for pinpointing physical imperfections, and this one always fallen squarely on my B list. Lately, however, the situation’s become a little more dire: as the years march on, it turns out, our lashes and brows naturally thin, and it’s gotten to the point where some kind of boost feels necessary. So not long ago, I marched over to Sephora and purchased this pencil/brush combo from Anastasia. Its very slim point makes application minimally more time-consuming but virtually mistake-proof, and it really is something to see what a difference it makes. Just make sure when choosing a shade to go with your hair’s natural hue or, even better, one lighter. Never darker, unless what you’re after is a one-way ticket to Joan Crawfordsville.
My skin’s been on the temperamental side lately, so I’ve been playing it light on the makeup, foregoing my beloved bronzer even as my skin assumes its annual deathly winter pallor. The whole situation would be quite tragically unpretty were it not for my Benefit Cha Cha Tint, which goes on nice, creamy and sheer, and just a shade or three brighter pink than what anyone might describe as sweet.
The heat clanged on this morning at around 6am, which to me always feels like the true arrival of fall, and also serves as my annual reminder that—thanks to my building’s management-controlled, bone-dry, super-sweltery thermostat—it’s time to step up efforts on the moisturizing front. Hands are always the first to go, so I keep this all-natural lavender balm on the night stand and glop it on thick right before bedtime. Try it: in the morning, your hands are soft enough that you can get away with not re-moisturizing during the day—which is always such a sticky old pain.