Disclaimer: I do not dislike Heidi Montag from The Hills. I mean, I don't LIKE Heidi Montag either: I'm apathetic. Look, she's not hurting anybody. She's annoying, but weren't you when you were 21? When I was that age, all I did was talk about myself and my lame boyfriend and the massive fight we'd had at the club the night before—and sadly, when I recapped the whole mess the next day, no one ever cut me a check or put me on the cover of Us Weekly.

That said, the founder of this new bath and body line is totally Elodie, the girl who trashes Heidi Montag in season three and calls her out on not having any friends except for Spencer! "You don't even know what's wrong or what's right anymore," she tells Heidi. "And ... it's so sad."

Elodie's name makes her sound like she lives in the 7th and wears an A.P.C. raincoat, but really, though authentically half-French, she's based in Los Angeles and watches The Bachelor and Gossip Girl—at least according to her MySpace profile. I considered interviewing her, but was stymied when my brainstorming yielded only creepy, not-so-beauty-oriented questions like:

- What does Heidi smell like up close?

From the morning I learned of their existence to the day the package arrived in the mail, I'd never desired beauty products more. I opened the box to find a cheerfully packaged selection of all-natural, paraben-free bath and body collection with truly appealing scents: the Banane Flambee Body Lotion smells beachy-sweet and not at all like a mushy lunchbox banana (one of many culinary nemeses of my childhood). As a coconut fan of exacting standards, I was impressed by the Noix de Coco Bubble Bath, which smells authentic and not, as other coconut products often do, of vanilla, cake mix, or even (gag) butter. I also like the creamy Menthe a l'Eau Shower Gel, which tingled pleasantly in the shower this morning and kept me feeling clean and minty all day. Very nice.

Like me, The Hills girls probably love these products—not because they got them free in their gift bags at the Gen Art show, but because they have easy-to-pronounce French names (hi, Whitney!) and little Eiffel Towers on the bottles. Buy them; enjoy them. I'm going home to watch TV.

—Cat Marnell, beauty assistant

Hats, much like jewelry was for me until only recently, are the type of thing that I often admire on others but for whatever reason have always avoided wearing myself. But since I've been trying to walk everywhere lately (not just to enjoy the nice weather but to compensate for the fact that even with new workout clothes, I still haven't made it to the gym), and having read thousands of articles on the negative effects of sun exposure, I'm starting to reconsider. I'm not entirely sure how my personal aesthetic translates to headgear, but this Lola hat caught my eye and I'm tempted to give it a try. The cloche-meets-fedora shape is classic and feminine, and pintucking and a tortoiseshell button add the perfect bit of flair. And for mitigating sweatiness and hat head, the wide face-shielding brim and the fact that it's made of breezy, lightweight straw make this an intuitive choice.

Perennially quirky San Diego hairstylist/eponymous salon owner Jet Rhys came into the office last week to talk about what she's been up to: new color techniques, and cool styling tools, etc. As she was putting on her coat to leave, she pulled a tiny green-and-white bottle from her pocket and whispered, "I take this alcohol-free hand sanitizer with me when I fly. You spritz it on your roots if your hair gets greasy or flat. It gives you great volume! And the oil disappears!" It also smells grassy-fresh, which is just the icing on the cake.

—Dawn Spinner, associate beauty editor

I've been talking about getting an old-fashioned vanity for weeks (if not years). And I've really wanted something to hold all my makeup and hair stuff that's girly and beautiful and ornate—ideally with a cushy stool and a big, glamorous mirror. But this plan hasn't so much worked out. Thing is, I'm not the only person in my apartment—my boyfriend lives in our one-bedroom too—and until I get my own boudoirish dressing room (or suite, like the one I hear Katie Holmes has), if I want a vanity, I need something far more gender neutral. Which I think I have finally found on eBay today. Sure, it's nothing like Sigourney Weaver's plush setup in Working Girl (my dream), but this modern teak piece is sleek, compact, and will fulfill my desire for a grooming area without unfairly hogging up the whole place.

Devotte makes the kind of shoes that people inevitably stop you on the street to ask you about.

I got to stay at a big TV producer's big, absurdly beautiful house in Malibu, which featured what seemed to me to be the most crazily luxurious shower ever. (Soaring walls of Carrera marble, huge skylights, an overhead showerhead the size of a hubcap with the kind of water pressure only found in a fire hydrants.) In the guest bedroom, however, I discovered a Satinjet Maia showerhead—something Karyn Grossman, the Santa Monica dermatologist, has been raving about to me for months. Not only is it environmentally friendly, but it also contains a vitamin C cartridge that eliminates chlorine and leaves your water as pure as rain (chlorine has been linked to breast cancer; it also has a drying, dulling effect on hair and skin). I sort of get the whole bathing with Evian concept now. The water flow was at least as lush as the master-bedroom fantasia, and I emerged with silky-soft skin that needed no moisturizer.

The Maia is expensive, but in my opinion worth it. It's also incredibly easy to install, as I discovered while procrastinating over an assignment this morning: It took about three minutes, and all tools (there are two) are included. Anyway, I thought we had a pretty good showerhead in our bathroom before, but no: This is a whole different experience and it's all I can do not to go back in the shower right now.

—Jennifer Scruby, contributing writer, Miami

The Maia, $395, is available at barneys.com and blissworld.com—and starting in June, you can even get a botanical-extract Infusion pod to attach to the whole thing, at which point you'll probably just move into your shower and never come out.

I love Farylrobin shoes a little bit like it's my job. They're just so comfortable and unique-looking and chic in a I-care-about-clothes-but-not-too-much way. I'm so obsessed, in fact, that after buying their ankle boots—and visiting a pair of strappy red platforms one too many times at a local boutique and deeming them "too expensive for summer sandals," much to the shop girl's chagrin—I've been searching for Farylrobin voraciously on eBay. And then, today: The Motherload! Tons and tons of last-season FR flats and boots and heels and platforms (alas, not the red ones), in an array of sizes, many of them mine.

In the summer, at least in my free wear-whatever-I-want time, I find that shorts are all I ever feel like putting on. It gets so hot in New York City—that sticky, nasty humid kind of hot which basically means fewer clothes = better. Last year I bought a pair of paper-thin black cuffed Helmut Lang shorts and wore them just about daily, which I take as a sign that I should acquire another pair to keep in the rotation. I can already tell that these navy cotton ones by In God We Trust are it. There's a row of little white buttons running down each side that add a charming English-schoolboy-goes-sailing quality, but they're still simple enough to wear in lots of different ways. For evening cocktails somewhere in the neighborhood, I'd add a drapey silk blouse and patent leather sandals, and they'd be just as good with a heather gray tee for wandering around Central Park. And they also happen to be priced on sale at an astoundingly cheap $20. Sizes are limited, but if you're a 2, 4, or 6 you're in luck.

I can already see how this Mociun tee might be a polarizing,love-it-or-hate-it type of thing, but I am definitely in the love-it camp.Though I'm beyond sick of the skull-and-crossbones trend, somehow having a rib cage screen-printed on a simple cotton T-shirt feels entirely different. To me, it seems less about being macabre than cheeky, and the piece comes across like an anatomical chart come to life. Or something. In any case, I like the idea of throwing it on with a battered denim mini and bright ballet flats for running around on the weekends. Who's with me on this one?

I love to swim and I love the ocean, but sand—well, there's still some trapped in the bottom of my favorite bikini and coating the inside of my tote bag from last summer. Yeah, yeah, it's exfoliating. But reapplying SPF and simultaneously scratching your face with small chunks of rock and shell is just horrible.

Surfer's Secrets Sand Eliminator is a silky-soft-baby-powderish blend of cornstarch, grape-seed oil, and aloe vera that miraculously repels sand. You dust it all over, sand wipes away without any scraping, and you're at last able to reapply your sunblock every hour like you're supposed to, no excuses.

—Dawn Spinner, associate beauty editor