The Mango Lipstick to End All Others

The Mango Lipstick to End All Others

 

My new, lip-focused look -- taking a break from strong eyes after ugly-crying at a breast cancer luncheon.

My new, lip-focused look — taking a break from strong eyes after ugly-crying at a breast cancer luncheon.

 

Two weeks ago, the Susan G. Komen foundation invited me to their Impact Awards. At this super-inspiring luncheon, they awarded women who’ve impacted the fight against breast cancer. Being surrounded by elite philanthropists, the ladies-who-lunch crowd and GMA’s Amy Robach, I definitely had a moment of, “Are you sure you invited the right person?” But at least I was prepped, style-wise. My ensemble was conservative, yet stylish (i.e., a sleeveless, soft chambray denim number with a swing skirt). But my makeup? Disaster. I went for a major lashes and shadow moment, but I ended up ugly-crying the entire time (those stories and videos KILLED me). Fast forward to last week — I saw the event pics, and my eyes were a scorching hot mess. I decided to take a break from strong eyes, and focus on statement lips instead. It looks pulled together, and its easy to fix if I eat a burger or feeling a pressing need to make-out.

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Urban Beauty Lip Brush

My secret to a perfect, bold pout is Urban Beauty United Lippety Stick Lip Brush. It’s compact, I love the bright bristles, and it allows me to perfectly line the bow of my life. My lip color of choice? Milani’s Sweet Nectar. This orange — and my crimped hair — are my way of giving “my body is here at work with all of you, but my heart is on vacation” vibes. With Beyonce. On her yacht. With my pimple.

Milani Sweet Nectar

Milani Sweet Nectar

xo,

Latoya

Hairdryer Loses Handle, Becomes Magical

Hairdryer Loses Handle, Becomes Magical

You know he never ages, and it's just weird. He needs to address our concerns. At least release a statement to the press revealing his choice in under eye creams.

You know he never ages, and it’s just weird. He needs to address our concerns. At least release a statement to the press revealing his choice in under eye creams.

Hi Ladies,

I love finding out that things you assumed were necessary are actually pointless. Like, when we all discovered that toner was a marketing gimmick. Or when it hit us that shampoos were meant for straight, oily-hair, not textured hair (HOAX!). Or when we realized that Pharrell was actually a real-life Beloved, a person-ghost who appeared to be his actual age – but still had the supernaturally smooth, eerily unlined skin of an infant, which was when his mother murdered him in a frantic moment of abject terror (no? Any Toni Morrison-ites in the house? Just me?).  Anyway, it recently occurred to me that handles on hairdryers were pointless.

It's literally like using a brush or comb.

It’s literally like using a brush or comb.

Last week, RED by KISS Red by Kiss Handle-Less Hair Dryer came across my desk, and I plotzed. It looked crazy — but I loved the weirdness (kooky tools and devices are my new thing). And it’s actually profoundly revolutionary. Since you can directly grip the body of the hairdryer, it allows for more control when administering blowouts (which one definitely needs when wrestling with natural hair). Add the comb attachment, and you can really get into those roots, aim the heat where you need it, and then easily smooth down from the scalp to the tip. It makes blowing out your hair crazy precise, because it’s so much less unwieldy! Almost like using your own hands. Also, in case you’re wondering, the body of the dryer doesn’t get hot, so you’re good.

Brava, Red by Kiss. Gamechanger.

The Tan-Enhancing Cocktail of Life

The Tan-Enhancing Cocktail of Life

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Dear Muchachitas,

So, I just got back from a Bahamas vacay with my Lina Bobina. It was glorious, except for I hadn’t anticipated how…intense…it would be, just me and her, all day, for four days. No summer camp break, no other kids to break up the action. It was not a relaxing trip, per se (what was I thinking, bringing a book?). I was her playmate. She demanded that I build sand castles, and doggie paddle, and color, and attempt to swim like mermaids with our legs fused together…for hours and hours. I crashed at 8:15 every night. That said, I did get a biblical tan. Truly. And it was the by-accident kind, where it’s happening just because you’re out frolicking in the sun — not because you’re intentionally lying out (there was no time for such luxury).

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But now that I’m back, I’m determined to keep the glow going. And I’ve totally found my cocktail. Marc Jacobs’ ginormous, insistently chic Omega Bronze Perfect Tan Bronzer in Tantric, and Laura Gellar Baked Gelato Vivid Swirl Blush in Papaya (it comes with a fab blush brush, too). Such a delightful duo. First, I take a big, swirly brush (like Becca’s cult-fave The One Perfecting Brush), and run the bronzer along the outer perimeter of my face and down the bridge of my nose and chin (bronzer gives such lovely definition to brown skin; you just need to find one a couple shades darker than your complexion). Then, I sweep it along my cheekbones. Finally, I swirl the blush on the apples of my cheeks only, to add punchy color to all the sunny glowiness. The effect is luminous boots. Try it!

xoxox,

T. Trilliams