All I can say is, all to whom the concept appeals will love this scrub. It really smells like rice—in the best way possible—with an inspired touch of sweet almond.
Office crazes at Lucky are hilarious. Suddenly last spring everyone was dyeing their hair platinum—more accurately, frying their hair platinum. I think at one point there were 11 Lucky operatives, all with bright white heads.
There is sheerness and there is there-ness with a lip item. You want a hint, a bit, a something-not-nothing. This balmy, vanilla-scented Chantecaille is just the perfect balance.
These candles represent a far less stressful form of earthy élan: They are full-on ’70s-naked-hot-spring-hippie, without dirt or fanny packs.
I love to store a scent-emitting soap in among my clothes; even just clean-Ivory-soap smell is a nice touch when it wafts by on a cashmere sweater. This Jasmin Rouge soap from Tom Ford is, perhaps unsurprisingly, an order of magnitude of next-level.
Smooth a rose petal across your cheek and you think, “Rose, make my skin more like you.”
The problem with all forms of home fragrance: dust or clutter. But Frédéric Malle has accomplished the impossible with these sleek iPad-like rectangles that emit the perfect, subtle amount of exquisite, imaginative scent.
This crazy, tiny comb with its odd shoe on its lone foot! It’s the size of an oyster fork or a baby spoon: much too small for even a very diminutive person’s hair, too large for brows.
A bath with this oil is supremely luxurious—the mix of essential oils like lavender and vetiver smells like a field in the south of France in deepest summer.
What a brilliant idea! Why has no one thought of it before? This is not clear nail polish with a different name; this really is that glowy, almost milky shine you get from a nail buffing, as opposed to a nail polishing.
A corporate anniversary is the dullest thing I can think of. And yet: Nars has been cool for 20 years. It’s never reinvented itself, never freshened up, never “listened to our consumer,” never pondered its own DNA. And it’s never not been cool.
I take a bath every night, and I rotate the options constantly; choosing which one is perhaps my very favorite thing about my job.
Tan before you set foot in the sun, insists beauty editor Jean Godfrey-June.
Beauty editor Jean Godfrey-June smells a rose in India and realizes she knows nothing.
Drinking algae tea sounds like the very bottom of the barrel in hippie un-fun-ness. But instead it is the epitome of wild glamour and utter deliciousness!