Between the April snow storms sun has made a couple of fleeting appearances, so it’s only apt that amidst all the ongoing gates there’s also an SPF-gate to get upset about. Gwyneth Paltrow did not apply her sunscreen the right way in a recent Vogue video and crisis.Continue reading “Vogue So Right”
Well, not interrupted in the sense that I’d no longer wash my face and anoint it with acids and lipids. I very much do. Interrupted in the sense that what was supposed to be the one area of my life not affected by politics now is.Continue reading “Skincare, Interrupted”
The pandemic has had us thoroughly rethink seminar and its place in the world. We have been deprived of everything that used to make conferencing tolerable: accruing air miles, getting drunk back at the hotel and ending up having sex with a co-worker, or at least being served a free buffet lunch. Now it’s just technical glitches and random people’s enlarged nostrils fluttering on the screen.Continue reading “How to: Webinar Fantastic”
So I bought myself some Fraîcheur Ice Globes. If you
follow stalk Tracee Ellis Ross as meticulously as I do, you will have seen such globes appear on the beauty routine video she did for Vogue (link at the bottom). If you read your paper UK Vogue carefully, as you always should, you have seen Ice Globes featured, somewhat confusingly, in an article about home exercise in the November issue.
With only one third of our faces being on show these days, applying makeup has undergone a major rethink – out of sheer necessity. Lipstick has as much as become obsolete as of late, excluding time spent on online gatherings. Other than that, all focus is on eyes, and that’s exactly what we shall talk about today.Continue reading “Review: Revitalash Advanced”
Even though my skincare updates have become scarce as of late, this does not mean I no longer pay mind to what goes on my face. I do. Dwelling on expensive potions earlier this spring felt absurd. It was well into summer when it dawned on us that the pandemic would stick around for some time still, and we were free to talk clothes and makeup again. Then late August my skin stopped playing ball, and suddenly my epidermis became the only thing that mattered.Continue reading “Bad Skin, Conscious Optimism”