Look no further

Today, I visited the store that is surely heaven on earth. No, really. Sephora, land of quality makeup, strong perfume and stand-out tools. The third of those really has me excited right now. As far as I'm concerned, the search is over. I found the perfect eyelash curler, and it's only $5.

Time for an anecdote: last Christmas I was doing my makeup, same as always. I was curling my lashes with my trusty Clinique curler and all of a sudden, as I was clamped down on my lashes, my wrist jerked and I ended up ripping off the eyelashes on the inner half of my right eyelid (no pictures). Needless to say, since then I've been on the lookout for something a little kinder, and until now, nothing has replaced the metal contraption that caused pain throughout the longest six weeks of my life (it took six weeks, but the lashes did grow back).

The Culprit:

The Hero:

With a sleek black, plastic body (and no handles - it's not scary-looking or intimidating at all!) and a clamp that simply slides to curl your lashes, this is the perfect remedy. It was pretty much love at first sight.


But just when I thought this contraption couldn't get better, it did. When you turn it over, the curler has another little gadget - lash and brow brushes. They just slide out the opposite side of the curler. Someone at Sephora is a genius.


How about a closer look. Beautiful. I've always thought that all anyone ever needs to look good are good lashes, and this curler is practically an all-in-one. The only other thing it needs is the perfect mascara, which I'll find in another blog entry. For now, this is my happily ever after.

Lost in translation

Throughout my summer in New York I’ve seen many a crazy fashion statement. And as an intern at BlackBook I even blogged about a few of them (ahem, the wall-clock purse?!). So when I was standing in line at Starbucks and saw a man wearing gladiator sandals I didn’t point, look twice or even giggle. No, like the blogger that BlackBook molded me into, I stealthily captured the image so I could share it here.



Gladiators are one of this summer’s trends, just like the maxi dress and tie-dye (apparently), but there are some trends that don’t translate from gender to gender, and some that do. And I must say (after a lot of thought), this is a trend that can work for both men and women. With the right hardwares – like this pair – gladiators can be butch enough for a guy or trendy enough for a girl. However, not every shoe can make the gender jump as easily. Like wedges.


I know every other person has a different opinion about this, but I just can’t get my mind around man wedges. Earlier this summer at the menswear shows Fendi introduced these red, patent man wedges. And I don’t think wedges can be masculine. Gladiators yes, wedges no.

First Post Jitters...

I'm a fashion intern in New York City this summer, however it's quickly coming to a close. My ten short weeks at BlackBook Magazine end next Thursday. Spending a summer in the throes of Manhattan have been everything from exciting to frustrating. I live, well only for the next week or so, six blocks from Bryant Park and wish everyday that I could come with hoards of fellow fashionistas to the tent shows. I've spent several Friday's off in Bryant Park with my blanket and chick lit in hand, watching people and daydreaming about those two weeks each year when the world stops for this small grassy knoll. Like others I spend countless hours combing style.com and imagining being in the middle of it all, thinking about which upbeat songs play as ready-to-wear pieces are modeled for two thousand people...

My normal, non-intern life is far less glamorous. When not in the middle of the city I'm in Waco, TX (yeah, the place where that Davidian thing happened back in the early 90's) working towards a major in journalism and a minor in fashion merchandising at Baylor University. Thousands of miles from the heart of the fashion industry, while all the time lusting for it. So while I may not live "la vie en vogue," I'll post about it, and hopefully someday achieve it (even though really, as long as I'm writing or styling, I'll be happy).

Now that you know a little about me, I hope you enjoy reading my occasional postings.