She claims to be 65. Nothing about her—face, body, hair, even her voice—is remotely in the neighborhood of 65. Tan and luminous, beachy-waved, and radiating hotness in a slim red dress, she limped up to my desk, a huge black cast on her leg. She had hurt herself in a surfing accident. "Grandma shouldn'ta been surfin'!" she laughed, clearly thinking nothing of the kind. "You should've seen the other guy."
Hutton's perfect I-just-wake-up-in-my-Malibu-canyon-bungalow-looking-like-this makeup—she invented it when she noticed the aging effect of the bright lipstick, major eyeliner, and pounds of foundation often painted on her for modeling shoots—has just gotten even better: It's now totally natural: no parabens, phthalates, etc. It remains as natural-looking as always, with everything you need—concealers, balm, brush bronzer, shadows—in one brilliant, circular palette. While it sadly does not make me look like Lauren Hutton, it does make my skin look fantastic and utterly un-made-up.
The Beauty Closet: Pomegranate Creamy Body Wash
The Beauty Closet: Fresh lip treatment
The Beauty Closet: Dior Escale À Pondichéry perfume
The Beauty Closet: Kiehl's Superbly Restorative Argan Body Lotion
