Archive for October, 2005

the blind leading the not-so-blind

Now before reading any further, please take this warning to heart: I AM NOT A MAKEUP GIRL. I’ve never worn makeup in a way that looks contemporary (well, maybe once, when my high school boyfriend’s mother bought me a lipstick at MAC (ravenette? Something -ette) that was pale, pale pink with a shimmer, and I applied it obsessively until it was gone, end of story). In recent years, with the help of friends who are more knowledgeable, or at least more adventurous, than I, I’ve found a look that looks OK (or doesn’t look like anything at all) and I’ve left it at that.

But every girl, even those of us who feel lost at sea upon entering Sephora, wants to try something new every once in a while. For me, it was lip gloss. But how threatening! Throwing oneself to the wolves on the cosmetics floor of Saks or Bloomingdales, or drowning in Sephora, finally paying $20 for something that may look plain ridiculous? Sounds great.

Fear not: yesterday I came upon the perfect solution: Missha! Missha is a makeup chain with over 200 outlets in its home country of South Korea and 7 shops globally, including its New York store at 516 Fifth Avenue (43rd Street). But more importantly, pretty much everything was priced at $5 or less, minimizing the cost of errors in judgment for makeup mistake-prone girls like me. I left with a sweet (as in great looking and fruity tasting) new lip gloss, $4.99, and a nail polish, $1.49, as well as a number of free samples. Watch out, mirror. Here I come.

missha store
Missha’s New York store is at 516 Fifth Avenue (43rd Street).

south of the border

Friends, I’m just back from Mexico City. For those of you familiar with it, I think you’ll agree: the snooty Polanco area is a fine place to sit around and look people up and down. Yup, that’s the home to the likes of the W Hotel, last week’s home away from home, and other sites of intense scrutiny by yours truly, like El Rincon Argentino, an old school Argentine meat house.

As you may have gathered from the title, in Mexico City I encountered an interesting phenomenon (interesting in being out of the ordinary for me): ladies, your ensembles fascinate me to no end. But in Mexico City, it was the guys who grabbed my attention.

Why? What did I see in these upmarket enclaves in Mexico City? Two words: shaggy chic. Slightly rumpled button-downs in white, open at the ample collar, once exposing an onyx necklace probably last worn by an indigenous princess. Imagine my delight at one 30-something hipster sporting a Brooklyn Industries track suit jacket! Then jeans, and sneakers reminiscent of, though not, Vans. And, of course, shaggy, hippy hair, some afros, some beards, at least a 5 o’clock shadow.

Ah, the upscale hippy. I’m so glad to know of your international appeal.