Archive for August, 2006
More on Minerals (avoiding pancake #31, redux)
The New York Times published an excellent article about mineral powders this week, that somewhat related to my earlier post. I am primarily a cosmetics cheapskate, and I try to abstain from Sephora, simply because I always blow at least $100 when I go there. But Southpaw’s glowing reviews of Bare Escentuals (left in the [...]
Billie Holiday and other rare blossoms
Talk about gorgeous. I know I’m not alone in saying that Billie Holiday is one of my absolute ultimate beauty icons. In her early years, she was as beautiful as the gardenias she wore in her hair. By her forties, she looked like a faded rose. Don’t click that unless you want to see the [...]
Even Mary J. Blige gets greasy
Damn! I need to get on my hustle even faster! The fantastic peeps over at Concrete Loop posted photos of MJB at the Sephora event I attended yesterday before I even had a chance to upload my pics. I promise to do so over the weekend. But I just wanted to say that this photo [...]
My Armpits Smell like Ice Cream!
I can be really picky about buying certain products. A perfect example is deodorant. All my life, I’ve lived in hot, sticky places. The average temperature in Trinidad ranges from 74 to 91 degrees, and here in Miami it can be unbearably steamy. The last thing any woman wants is to be smelly, or to [...]
Avoiding Pancake #31 (A Mineral Powder Review)
I’ve got a lot of respect for Little Richard. I mean, he’s a musical legend. He was fey and fierce back in the Fifties. One of his earliest bands featured James Brown, Billy Preston, and Jimi Hendrix. (That would be an awesome combo to see live! I’d love footage of their recording sessions, just to [...]
Josephine Baker, beauty eternal
When I was sixteen, I went through a phase where I wasn’t into makeup or looking pretty. I felt unattractive compared to all of my friends, I was desperately insecure. My way of dealing with it was to rebel against my mother’s wishes; go out all night, dress in jeans and teeshirts like a dude, [...]
Like India Arie said…
When I was three years old, my hair grew down to my back in a thick curtain of curls. At that time, I lived in an old fashioned house in a neighborhood in Trinidad called Belmont. One day, these older girls plaited my hair into the iron chains of a swing and ran away, leaving [...]
