Angelina Jolie on the cover of the October 2011 Vanity Fair, photographed by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott
St. Angie’s back! Angelina Jolie graces the October 2011 Vanity Fair cover. Something about the angles of her face and intensive of her gaze reminds me of what I always imagined Atlas Shrugged’s Dagny Taggart to look like.
Angelina Jolie with Zahara and Shiloh Jolie-Pitt, photographed by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott
Inside the article, Angelina denies reports that she’s pregnant, adopting or planning to marry Brad Pitt anytime soon. She’s also photographed alongside her children, including Zahara and Shiloh (the world’s most adorable kid?), above. (Update: thanks to those who pointed out that this is actually Vivienne. They look like twins to me! But, of course, Shiloh is no longer a wee bebe…)
Hello my lovelies! Fashion Week is bearing down on we beauty writers with overwhelming force, and so I’m now faced with the same dilemma as in years past: cover or ignore?
Personally, Fashion Week kind of grosses me out: bored, underfed, overprimped 15-year-olds parading down a runway in front of bored, underfed, overprimped editors? Eh. Not really my thing. However, there’s no denying that a few shows here and there do sometimes feature truly gorgeous beauty looks (even if one must work the streets or sell a kidney to afford the clothes accompanying said looks).
So, I figured I’d just put it to you. Do you want me to cover anything Fashion Week-related? And if so, what?
Let me know, too, if you’d like me to publish all the events going on for Fashion’s Night Out, which will be next Thursday, September 8th. I’ve started getting an endless stream of daily event notices from PR people, so if you’re all interested, I’m happy to post them here.
Bobbi Brown Marrakesh Chic Fall 2011 makeup collection
Marrakesh seems like an undeniably cool city–though I admit it’s not at the very top of my list. Those “Must Visit” spots are reserved for Sydney, Cape Town, Hong Kong, Shanghai and St. Petersburg. Still, I know many people who have been to Marrakesh and rave about its sights, smells and sounds, describing it as a magical, vibrant, complicated city. I always picture Talitha Getty in that famous photo taken by Patrick Lichfield. It’s as glamorous as it gets!
Talitha Getty in Marrakesh, photographed by Patrick Lichfield
Bobbi Brown goes for a little of that Marrakesh souk glamour in her new makeup collection for fall 2011: Marrakesh Chic, which features long-lasting Rich Color Eyeshadow in 8 shades, a creamy-matte Lip Color, a limited-edition Metallic Lip Color, a Rich Lip Color SPF 12, and 2 shea butter-infused Creamy Lip Colors.
Bobbi says, “A few years ago, I traveled to Morocco with my husband for our anniversary. It was an amazing trip and I was inspired by so much that I saw there, especially the rich, earthy colors that dominated the cityscapes and the rural vistas that we traveled through. As soon as I got home I started developing ideas for a seasonal collection featuring a new eye shadow, based on what I had seen and experienced there.”
Bobbi Brown Rich Color Eyeshadow for fall 2011
The Rich Color Eyeshadow features a “unique adherence technology” and supposedly won’t smudge or crease for up to 12 hours. According to the press release, “this innovative creamy powder blends on lids like a cream and builds easily to a super rich shadow with a smooth, long-wearing finish.” I’ve requested a sample so that I can put it to the test!
Bobbi Brown Marrakesh Chic Rich Color Eyeshadow costs $24 and is available at BobbiBrownCosmetics.com. Meanwhile, the Bobbi Brown Marrakesh Chic Lip Color, Metallic Lip Color, Rich Lip Color SPF 12 and Creamy Lip Color (see below–aren’t they pretty?) all cost $23.
Hey, at least I got the cover! (See the top headline: Out on the town with the (Prince) Harry Hunters
File this under: totally embarrassing!
When I was in London back in April, I spent my first few nights staying with my friend Jerramy Fine, author of Someday My Prince Will Come and the upcoming book Bright Young Royals. I was there writing articles about Kate Middleton’s imminent wedding and Jerramy was prepping to launch her Princess Prep camp, so like any good royal obsessives, we spent several hours deep-diving on all things Windsor.
Jerramy had been invited to take part in a Grazia magazine article on “Harry Hunters“: American women who come to England to stalk Prince Harry in the hopes of becoming the next Kate Middleton. She was fairly horrified by the idea, but me being, well, me, I thought it was hilarious and wanted to take part. Grazia is sort of the UK equivalent of People magazine but with more fashion and beauty–a nice mention for a budding royalty writer. After my press debacle several years ago, I’ve developed a thicker skin: any press is good press, as long as they spell your name correctly, right? (Oh! Silly Jolie! Have you learned nothing?)
For an article I was writing for Daily Front Row called “Kate Middleton’s Great Britain”, I was supposed to hit up Kate’s hot spots, including Boujis and Mahiki, so when I found out that the Harry Hunters would be going to both, plus Whisky Mist, plus free drinks all night, plus a fun photoshoot–well! No brainer! I thought it was a genius idea: I’d get a chunk of my club research done, would be guaranteed entrance to Boujis (which is still pretty tough to get into) and would be able to write a hopefully hilarious blog post after the fact telling you guys all about the Harry Hunters and what a silly night it was.
Cut to me arriving at the hotel for the photo shoot, where I discover that it’s myself, another (very, very young) American girl, and the Grazia reporter. So…suddenly I am 50% of this so-called Harry Hunters phenomenon, and the crackerjack reporter is there to sniff out my Harry mania…which doesn’t exist. Crap. (Now were this a “Kate Middleton Hunters,” it’d be a totally different situations, obvs. I kid!)
I will summarize the highlights of the night for you:
Clearly, the moral of the story is: I have a weird sense of humor.
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We arrive at Mahiki. I’m a little jetlagged, as I arrived in England only the previous day, but this is surely going to be worth any sleepiness tomorrow. Velvet ropes unclick! Doors open! A horrifyingly expensive–and amazingly delicious–Treasure Chest is placed before us. Hurrah!
Grazia writer: So, we’re going to be here at Mahiki for just a few minutes, then hit up Whisky Mist, then go to Boujis. As you know, Prince Harry isn’t even in town: he’s in the Arctic on a trek right now. But our readers don’t have to know that. We’ll just pretend we’re looking for him!
We the “Harry Hunters”: That’s nice. More drinks, please!
Grazia writer: (telling us about her boy drama and distaste for “toffs”)
Me: (talking about my boyfriend and how I’m not really a Harry Hunter)
The other “Harry Hunter”: (talking about she thought it would be fun to be in a magazine while doing her study abroad–Harry’s fine, but she actually prefers William)
The photographer snaps picture after picture, then whisks us to the next venue, Whisky Mist. It’s not yet open. We wait outside for half an hour. The clipboard girl sniffs at us repeatedly. Once inside, it’s empty and all the staff is surly. It ends up being the worst club I’ve ever been to in my entire life.
Me (jetlagged, becoming annoyed, headache growing): So, how long are we going to be here?
Grazia writer: Long enough to take a photo or five. Soooo, when did you first become obsessed with Prince Harry?
Me: Um. As I already said…I’m not actually obsessed with Prince Harry. I thought it would be fun to do this for a laugh. (I reach into my purse, pull out Flat Kate, begin to regret my choices in life.)
The photographer takes another seemingly endless round of photos before we’re finally free to leave. They herd us into a cab to Boujis, where we’re ushered inside like VIPs–success!–and given a private table.
Grazia writer, to me: This is great! So posh! Soooo, how often do you go to clubs looking for Prince Harry?
Me (wanting to stab myself in the eye): Liiiiike I said, I’m not really a Harry Hunter.
I take a Crackbaby shot, give the reporter and the other American hugs, and hop in a $7000 cab back to Jerramy’s house.
It’s my 2nd night in England, and I’m in bed by midnight.
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How fun! How silly!
How did it all go so wrong?!
The article came out a few days later, and it made me look like such a lame asshole (see video below) that, obviously, I never blogged about it, let alone told many people.
But now! I am revealing my sordid past to you. Consider this my coming out press conference and judge not, kind friends. Who among us hasn’t been profiled in an English magazine pretending to be in love with a member of the royal family? It could happen to anyone, really.
I must admit, I find Katy ridiculously cute. (WireImage/Granitz)
I always feel a little “eh” about giving you Get The Look breakdowns. On the one hand, you can probably find them on a zillion sites, since publicists often send them out the morning after big events. On the other…well, when it’s a fun makeup or hair look, why not?!
So, here’s how to get Katy Perry’s makeup from last night, straight from the horse’s mouth: her CoverGirl makeup artist, Jake Bailey. (I’ve met Jake at fashion week a few times, by the way, and he is lovely!)
“I used COVERGIRL Intense ShadowBlast in Beige Blaze on the inner corner of the eye and then blended COVERGIRL Intense ShadowBlast in Forever Pink all the way up to the brow brown. The blue and pink colors mixed together created the gorgeous lavendar shade.
“Intense ShadowBlast worked really well for this look because not only did the liquid formula blend together easily, but the built-in primer allowed it to stay in place all night.
“I finished the eye with NatureLuxe Mousse Mascara in Black on the top and bottom lashes and slightly smudged it into the lash line for a bold look.
“I highlighted her cheeks with a coral shimmer blush and then finished the look with COVERGIRL LipPerfection lipcolor in Temptress, the perfect balance of pink and coral for lips that really popped.”
PS: Katy’s hair was done by Frederic Fekkai stylist Renato Campora, who was going for “a modern take on a 1940’s Hollywood look” and used Fekkai Full Blown Mousse on wet hair before blowdrying and finishing with a 1/2 inch curling iron.
