When I was in London back in April, I spent my first few nights staying with my friend Jerramy Fine. I was there writing articles about Kate Middleton’s 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?)
I will summarize the highlights of the night for you…
The fragrance industry is notorious for churning out limited-edition juices based on their bestselling perfumes as a safe way to turn product. (I railed on the trend years ago in a post called Fragrance Makers of the World, Stop Being So Damn Lazy.)
Most of the time, the offshoots are forgettable and fleeting: in stores for about three months, splashed on the page of every magazine for a hot minute, and then consigned to the dusty annals of beauty history. But every once in a while a perfume squeaks through that really gets my attention, tantalizes my nose, and makes me fall in love.
Estee Lauder Bronze Goddess Capri is one of those exceptions.
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about new beginnings. So much has happened in my life in the past 12 months–hell, the past 12 days!–that I’m not yet able to publicly talk about. For many people, this might not be the worst thing in the world, but for a chronic over-sharer like me, it’s torture. Being unable to share–not just trumpet the good, but also work through the bad–feels like being gagged. There’s a flip side, however: it forces me to dig deep, evaluate things privately, talk Erik’s ear off, and work through things offline–you know, in the real world, not just the digital one.
I’ve written at length the past few months about my blogging discontent, the decisions I’ve made to change it, and my excitement over finally relaunching this site (Today! Welcome!). Because of said happenings, I’m not able to post daily for the time being, a trend I see continuing into 2015. At first, this panicked me, but then I realized it would likely be a good thing. Rather than spinning my wheels, posting about this beauty launch and that pretty celeb (things you can discuss more economically on Twitter), all because…well, that’s what a beauty blogger is supposed to write about…