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  1. Picking the Beauty Brains: A Q&A

    Q. Can Make Up For Ever Aqua Lip liners be used as eyeliners?

    A. Yes, actually. Aqua Lip pencils contain the same fast-evaporating volatile silicones as Aqua Eyes and Aqua Creams, making them pretty budge-proof on the eyes. The only real difference is that the lip pencils also contain conditioning oils, like jojoba. Therefore, unlike the eye pencils and cream shadows, you’ll need to set the lip liner with powder if you intend to use it on the eyes.

    Q. Can I use Boscia Balancing Facial Tonic to revive my makeup after a long day of work and before getting dragged out on a hetero-friend-date that I don’t really want to go on, but I’m somehow socially obligated to never see the inside of my house, so I’m going?

    A. Just about any spray-action facial toner can be used to revive makeup in a pinch. However, I feel that the Evian mist, the Caudalie Grape Water, and the Caudalie Beauty Elixir are better suited for this particular task. Also, no one will judge you if you’d rather just stay home and read old issues of McSweeney’s in your PJs. Except me. You sound pretentious.

    Q. I spilled some hair dye on my bathroom countertop and now there’s a stain. I heard that Clinique toner is powerful enough to clean stains off hard surfaces, is that true?

    A. Yeah, actually, girls I know who’ve worked the department store beat told me that the makeup counter girls often use Clinique toner to get scuffs and stains of of the acrylics and display surfaces. The not-too-flattering truth is that Clinique toners contain high amounts of denatured alcohol, the same ingredient often used as a solvent or industrial de-greaser. I’ve stripped the shellac off of whole pieces of antique furniture using only Clinique toner.*

    Q. Why do the new YSL glossy lip stains smell like beer (McSorley’s Pale, to be specific)?

    A. I have no idea. I’ve gone over the ingredients and cannot pinpoint the source of the yeasty smell. The smell, which is a rather annoying drawback to a product that (but for the price point, honestly) should be an easy sell. I’ve had several interested parties walk away from purchasing this stain due to the odor. Also, perhaps you maybe drink too much? Look into it, champ.

    Q. I used a retinol for the first time, and it burned my face up so bad I thought I was going to end up looking like Seal, whyyyy?

    A. Often, retinol mishaps are honestly caused by user error, or incorrect application. Not to embarrass you or anything, because up until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t realized this either: Most of the retinol (vitamin A) compounds used in cosmetics are water-activated (because the body and therefore the skin is mostly comprised of water, so obviously water insolubility would otherwise be a huge damper on the effectiveness of topical retinoids, as outlined here). Therefore, unlike most cosmetics which provide better absorption when applied to damp skin, retinols and retinoids should only be applied to dry skin. Retinol acts as a humectant anyway, so if there’s water on the skin and water in the skin, the retinol will absorb much too quickly and cause serious irritation or even full-blown chemical burns.

    Allow the skin to thoroughly dry before applying your retinol, and if you do experience burns, follow these tips.

    That’s all, folks! Feel free to email me with beauty questions of your own.

    *This is not true. That would be expensive and foolish.

     
     
  2. Boom.

    Oh lookee there! No new posts in over 2 months?!

    Well, it appears I tempted the fates with my last series of posts, because *what had happened was* love came along and Chernobyl-ed the shit out of my life (ed. note: It was not like Chernobyl. It was more like a gasoline-powered Michael Bay movie explosion. Our authoress is nothing if not hyperbolic). So while few living things dare to thrive in the desolate wasteland of my heart, this here Geiger counter is hitting at the beta-gamma particle sweet spot, meaning it is now safe to start booking guided bus tours of the wreckage.

    Thankfully, plenty has been going on, cosmetic-wise, in blog absentia. How about something quick and current (which is ironic, given the fact that I blog like I ______: halfheartedly, infrequently-to-not-at-all)?

    It’s allergy season and if you’re like me, your entire body seems to get all red and irritated when pollen, the Green Death, rains down from the skies and enshrouds the world in its fuzzy tennis ball coating of misery. The worst, though, being a makeup-wearing girl, has got to be the furious, bright red, chapped patches of skin around the nose. UGH. They hurt like a bitch so you can’t exfoliate the dead skin off (not that additional friction would even help, because you still have to keep blowing your nose), the makeup you apply to cover the raw red patches gets caked up in said dead skin, they  itch like a mother and nothing helps. Neosporin doesn’t do shit, only clogs your pores and breaks you out. Cortisone creams burn like hell and do nothing to soothe. Diaper rash cream supposedly works, but since I’m a barren old spinster whose last good egg is rattling around in her ovum like a burnt-out popcorn kernel, I have no occasion to buy the stuff.

    Enter First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Concentrate.

    I tried this stuff at work yesterday at a co-worker’s behest and was blown away (ed. note: see also: Bay, Michael). It burned like a bitch at first, but only for about a minute. Then came the first relief from nasolabial discomfort in what felt like forever. The concentrate is, as the name implies, ultra-concentrated. It has a thick, salve-like texture that melts into the skin and a slightly herbal, medicinal scent. All very pleasant, mind. Not pleasant, however, was the appearance. I kinda spent the last hour of my shift looking like there was Aquaphor smeared on the red parentheses I had freshly tattooed on the sides of my nose. How many fucks do I give? None. Becausewhy? Because those infernal patches are completely healed after one application. Apparently this stuff is great on eczema and other pervasive skin conditions. I recommend.

    How’s that for my first joust back in the Bloggodome? Rock rock on.

     
     
  3.    In researching this post, I came across a Question for the Ages:

    “Creepier border-pedo dbag: Rivers Cuomo or Matthew Sweet?”

    Answer: Calvin Johnson. Case in point:

    “let me walk you to school today
    let me walk with you everyday
    we’ll hide behind your locker door
    and do what seems to come natural”

    AND

    tell your parents they don’t understand
    ask your parents if they’ve ever felt like this
    tell your parents they don’t understand
    we’re in love, let’s kiss

       I think Johnson was 24 when he wrote this song. Yeah. Oh, and peep the lyrics to a little ditty called “Fourteen.” Ick. Nast.* Today’s mental Silkwood Shower is brought to you by Necco brand candy hearts.

    * I still love Beat Happening, though. No amount of pseudo-rapey douchebaggery will change that. The best summer of my life to date was spent helping my roommate learn to drive while listening to the best of BH. Awww, memories.

     
     
  4. Next up: “So Fine.” Who writes this shit? I should be on the Necco Conversation Hearts Phrase-Generating Committee. Except that I’d nix, like, every phrase that doesn’t show up in a Phil Spector song.

       Luckily, “so fine” IS something that can be often heard in 60s music. Notably, this Easybeats gem. A variation of the phrase can also be found in my favorite Easybeats song, “Friday on my Mind.”

       Looking up the Easybeats took me down a bit of a youtube rabbit hole. This song led to the Yardbirds, which led to the Troggs which led to THIS song by Spencer Davis Group. Fun Fact: I’ve only ever received one love letter in my entire life (exempting the Paxil-fueled scrawls my psychotic neighbor used to leave on my car back in undergrad). I was YOUNG when this happened, dear readers. I don’t even remember what the letter said. But I DO remember that the letter was wrapped around a cassette tape with only one song on it; “I’m a Man” by Spencer Davis Group.

    “I’m a man

    Yes I am

    And I can’t help but love you so”

      This is a sentiment a young girl never forgets. Probably why I’ve had such a hard time with dating. All this time I’ve been looking for a man with strong convictions in a world full of boys.

    In conclusion*:

    *I’d link to an actual Forever Alone comic, but they’re entirely too depressing and nihilistic for a day like today.

     
     
  5.    This morning, as I ruminate on the un-palatableness of flavored coffee (seriously, hazelnut coffee, you looked so tasty in the store. Why must you suck so very badly?), something else distasteful popped up in my breakfast:

       “Sweet Pea?!” Really?! Ugh. I don’t have it in me to do a whole post of Popeye references (although the Popeye-Olive Oyl- Bluto love triangle is thoroughly kinky and postmodern in a way Tilda Swinton probably appreciates). So creative interpretation wins the day yet again.

       The song I’ve chosen is not even a love song, but there is mention made of a “funny feeling deep inside.” Love is the most curious of all internal rumblings, non? Whatever. The truth is, I can think of no better way to spend this bullshit holiday than hunkered down in a duvet watching Empire Records, sucking down endless bowls of Lucky Charms and occasionally shooting nasty looks at the goddamn bag of treacly notions that inspired this post. However, I have choice plans for this evening, so my 90s Nostalgia Pajama Party will have to wait.

    In conclusion, Valentine’s Day: Only slightly less cool than Rex Manning Day.

     
     
  6. This morning’s chatty valentine is a doozy:

       “Be Mine.” The fuck does that even mean, anyway? The concept of owning other people is creepy. I thought that shit went the way of hoop dresses and the institutionalized condescension they called “chivalry,” but whatever. The undignified desperation of love cannot be rationalized. Anyway, my preferred perspective on love and ownership belongs to, of all people, George Michael:

    “All we have to do now

    Is take these lies

    And make them true somehow.

    All we have to see

    Is that I don’t belong to you

    And you don’t belong to me.

    Freedom- you’ve got to give what you take”

       For real. Public restroom-related wrap sheets aside, that guy was onto something.

       Back to the heart of the song, of the matter, in question: This song is the tits. Surprisingly hard to find on youtube, but I managed. I’m a little bit worried, really, because the soul genre seems to have all of the best, catchiest, most concise songs about love. I could illustrate the entire bag of candy hearts with soul songs, but I’m going to try not to. Oh, and maybe this is cheating, but I’m counting this particular song for another of the candy hearts, because of this lyric:

    “I’m gonna hug you, baby, like a grizzly bear. Be mine.” 

       That is just so funny and adorable (not to mention the pretty obvious shortage of hugging-related song lyrics. Perhaps because hugging is sort of weird and awkward when you really think about it? Or maybe it’s just not a very musical word?), so I’m counting it for this heart as well:

    3 down, people. Lots more sugary sweet deliciousness to go!

     
     
  7.    Continuing in the proud tradition I have of posting non-makeup posts around holiday times, I now bring you LLB Makeup, Valentine’s Edition. In keeping with the perfunctory, tedious, asinine spirit of this holiday, I’ve set myself a stupid task to complete that will likely be as empty and disappointing an endeavor as that overpriced dinner date at that overcrowded restaurant. Just kidding, it will be awesome. Just like not having plans for Valentine’s day is awesome. Anywhoodle, I went to CVS and bought a bag of conversation hearts. I’m going to select a song to match every phrase contained in my bag of candy hearts. Ain’t I festive? Let’s kick this pig:

    Easy. Buddy Holly. “True Love Ways.” A classic love song, and perfectly hilarious theme for a violent panda. Enjoy.

     
     
  8. Damage Noted

       See this shit? This shit right here? The shit in the jar with the comb thingie? Yeah, this shit is THE shit. If your shit is all dry and damaged and shit, this shit will straighten that shit out for you. Right quick like, shiiiit!

       But for real doe, the Ojon rep came by the store yesterday and taught a quick class on the whole Ojon line, which I pretty much knew nothing about beforehand. Afterwards, I was kind of generally bitching about my hair (seriously, it looks like shit right now. It’s damaged from styling, it’s frizzy and unmanageable, and I need a haircut like that rumor about Adam Lambert fronting Queen needs to die because it’s seriously harshing my carefully-crafted mellow. Seriously. Die. A death. Also seriously: my hair. Looks about as attractive as John Goodman in drag.) and she was all, “why don’t you just try the Restorative Hair Treatment? You really only have to do it one time, and it’ll repair the damage to your hair by 60%. Immediately.” Challenge: Accepted.

       So I did it. I smoothed the stuff through my hair & let it sit 20 minutes before showering & shampooing as usual. After that, my hair pretty much felt like it always does post-shower. It wasn’t until I pulled out the blow dryer that shit started to get real. It was like:

    The spelling error on this image bugs me to no end. It’s *you’re*, dammit!

       Normally, drying my hair is a tedious process of separating out sections and dragging the length through with a round brush over & over again. Just when I think a section is getting dry,  I find it’s not, and then I have to do it again. It takes about 15 minutes in total, and for hair that doesn’t even graze my shoulders, that’s frankly unacceptable.

       However, after the Ojon treatment, my entire head took less than 5 minutes to dry. No hitting the same sections twice, no having to brush & brush to get it straight. Magical! They say that the more damaged your hair is, the longer it takes to dry, so it looks like Ojon really did straighten my shit out. My hair looks pretty good right now. Usually I put off washing for as long as possible (ew! I know!), because of how frizzy and puffy and stupid my hair looks when it’s clean & freshly blow-dryed. My shit is a lot sleeker (more sleek?) and less puffy right now. I still need a haircut, but it’ll do until I can get my lazy ass into a stylist’s chair.

       If I had to say one thing about this product, other than the fact that I WILL be purchasing some for myself with my own money, it would be that Ojon is pretty much pure concentrated FUCK YEAH.

     
     
  9. Get the Look: Male Chloe Sevigny Impersonator

       Good evening, America, I’m LLB. It’s recently come to my attention that I. Love. Drew. Droege. You might ask me, “LLB, how might one imbibe some of the casual glamour and ironic sophistication of the internet’s nonpareil Chloe Sevigny impersonator?”

       Start by slipping on caftan by Cacharel, some glow-in-the-dark riding pants by Naked and Famous, and a pair of emu skin slingback half-wedges by Proenza Schouler…

       But for real, the makeup is everything. Not that Chloe herself is about to give away any of her own secrets, as evidenced by this completely full of shit excuse for a bag-dump*. So please allow me to elucidate the process by which one acquires a (facetious, male) Chloe:

    * Banish stubble on the visage with a Art of Shaving 4-step shave- in sandalwood.

    * Forego eye cream.

    (The Chloe is not afraid of matching undereye luggage, sponsored by Moet & Chandon, Gauloises, and cocaine.)

    * Full brows accentuated with a blonde brow pencil by Anastasia Beverly Hills

    * Tarina Tarantino Pearl Glow primer in Pearl Nude, for that fresh Chinatown chemical peel glow.

    * High Definition foundation by Smashbox.

    * Contour.

    (Guerlain Terra Cotta bronzing powder in 02)

    * The perfect matte coral red lip- Lady Danger, le shade classique du MAC.

    * Purse the lips

    * Ironic pearlescent white eyeliner- Yeyo, by Urban Decay

    * Make Up For Ever lashes in #51 Kathryn lower lash  and #131 Jean uneven thin black upper lash.

    * Lastly, one should acquire a flaxen head-merkin. Blonde. Only human hair will do.

       There you have it. My future Hallowe’en costume: Me as Drew Dreoge as Chloe Sevigny. Any more meta, and I’d be a walking personification of this joke:

    Knock, knock..

    Who’s there?

    Natasha Lyonne.

    Natasha Lyonne who?

    Just kidding, she’s not here. She’s in the hospital with Hepatitis C.

    * Bag-dump, n.

    1. a journalistic cliche in which a women’s magazine invites a celebrity, usually an actress, to share with their readership the contents of her purse. 2. a trite marketing scheme, dreamed up by advertisers, in which a women’s magazine publishes a list of decoy products claiming to have come across them organically in the purse of a famous person. 3. a short con or pickpocketing scheme, usually involving an overburdened gypsy and a train station.

     
     
  10. I don’t see nothing wrong….  

    The other day I was walking by the Beauty Studio at work and I overheard one of our A++ rockstar makeup artists explaining to a client how to correctly apply mascara. She said, “It’s like a dance: Bump & Wiggle. Bump the wand up to the base of your lashes and wiggle it. Don’t stroke the brush out over the length of the lashes. That’s how everybody thinks it’s done, but that’s wrong. Bump & Wiggle”

       This, ladies and gentlemen, is called “The Truth Bus.” Not to be confused with “The Bitchy Crosstown Express.” Just because a makeup artist is telling you “Ur Doin’ it Rong,” doesn’t mean she’s hating on your steez. As we all know, and as the mere existence of Fox News can attest- there is a shitload ton of misinformation floating around in the mixed-up, crazy world in which we live. But it ain’t no thang.

       A big part of beauty and makeup, believe it or not, is getting your ego out of the way and being open to trying new things. If we were all still stubbornly clinging to the makeup styles we first adopted in junior high or whatever, Hard Candy wouldn’t have downgraded to Wal-Mart- only distribution! (Oooooooh, ya BURNT, Hard Candy!) But seriously, just relax and get into it, guys. It is like a dance- don’t be afraid to bump & wiggle. Check it.