Nail biting is something that I inherited. My father is a furious nail biter, stealing a nibble in front of the television or while driving with one hand. His free fingers travel up to his mouth and click, click, click nails off. He had no use for nail clippers. He had chosen the more economic, grossly minimalist idea of maintenance: he had his mouth. Continue reading “Don’t Bite Your Nails: Paint Your Nails”
A few weeks back, my good friend Funmi was telling me about a shoot she helped out on in South Los Angeles. It took place at a hair salon where droves of women spent their Saturday getting the works before going out. Many spent their salon time as a pre-party for wherever their new hair was going to take them and, given the amount of time they spent getting made up, the resulting hair styles are undeniably flawless.
Someone once told me that Jennifer Lopez visits a witch coven in Echo Park who put curses on her to keep her young. I did not believe them. I thought that was a Hollywood joke and that witches are not real. They are real. It’s all true: J.Lo uses black magic. Continue reading “J.Lo Uses Black Magic”
LA people love France and, apparently, French people love LA. A great example of this is a new LA based fragrance line called Régime des Fleurs, a collection of scents that seem decadent enough to be Parisian but are actually West coast cool. Continue reading “Régime des Fleurs Perfumes Are Appealing”
I shave roughly one time a week, in the shower, on a morning where the friction created from hair-growing-on-skin becomes so unbearable that I have to put down the knife I planned to skin my face with and instead pick up a razor to shave. The process is pretty easy: I use this creamy goo from some dude on Glee and a razor that looks like a Transformers’ penis. I then use some face wash or, on *sPeCiAl* days, a scrub and continue my normal shower routine. It’s quite simple.