BOOT LUV

It’s New York Fashion Week, the reverberations of which throughout the city could be a post in and of themselves, but that’s not why I’m here—I’m here to talk about BOOTS. Because it’s September 12th, and although it’s still humid and sticky and oven-y there are some autumnal vibes lurking, and the only thing that that could possibly mean for me is that it’s time for my favorite article of clothing, my uniform, my trusties, boots.

I saw this girl with these absolutely incredible boots the other day—wedgey cut out black leather things with big silver buckles and shiny white patent tips, but I’ve been unsuccessful in hunting them down even though they looked pretty Chloé to me. Whatever. Gaze upon these others.

Jeffrey Campbell Hyatt Buckled Booties. Seem like they would look good with anything—little dresses, long dresses, shorts, black skinny jeans, the works. Le sigh.
Jeffrey Campbell Hyatt Buckled Booties. Seem like they would look good with anything—little dresses, long dresses, shorts, black skinny jeans, the works. Le sigh.
Acne Studios Petra Boot. So sleek and evil and villainous and modern. So expensive. With a long black coat and a low ponytail I would feel straight femme fatale in these bad boiz.

 

Pixiemarket Croc Wrap Pointy Boots. Wasn’t feeling cutout booties at first but I sort of get it now that I understand New York weather and the conflicting emotions of desperately missing boots and being unable to cover your entire feet for fear of heatstroke. Resourceful cobblers therefore just removed part of the boot and hoped that it wouldn’t look fucking stupid, which I guess it doesn’t in 2013, at least.

 

Toga Pulla 4 Buckle Cowboy Boots from Opening Ceremony. Chloé ripoffs IMO but still on-point, literally, har har har.
Also Opening Ceremony: Luxor Embossed Croc Print Buckled Boots. Perfectly hitting that weird mid-calf height that can sometimes be off-putting, but the slender shafts seems to offer a more flattering take. Also pleasantly trashy-looking, Elvis-y almost.

Till it’s jacket weather, I’ll just keep dreamin’ of boots on boots on boots.

 

 

HOW I STOPPED RUINING MY SKIN

Allow me to shill.

From the age of 14 onward, I was in a constant battle with the seemingly omnipresent 2-3 zits that have always been trying to set up shop on my chin or below my nose. Like an endless game of Whack-a-Mole, I’ve struggled to obliterate them with pretty much every anti-acne face wash or cream on the market, always with unremarkable results. Proactiv? Yeah, right. Mario Badescu’s Drying Cream? Boo you. Even a prescription sulphur face wash ($23 a bottle with insurance, $96 without) offered limited results. I had a routine of using thick concealer and foundation every day on these areas of my face in efforts to combat the boorish teenage brat living in my pores.

Listen up, pizza faces.

Endlessly envious of and mystified by my friends who didn’t wear a single smear of makeup and somehow still had glowing, uniform skin free of miniature pus volcanoes, I resigned myself to “bad skin.” Whatever. I was just grateful to avoid Accutane, which makes you have eyeless alien babies or whatever. Assured by mainstream beauty brands that I had oily skin that needed to be blasted with industrial-strength salicylic acid day and night, I never moisturized (didn’t want to aggravate the oils!), piled on the chemicals, and strove for that just-scrubbed taut feeling in my face as often as possible.

Then, this past Christmas, I received a gift of some of 100% Pure‘s products, including its Mint White Tea Cleanser. I scanned the ingredients list and noted that many of the ingredients were actually plant, fruit, and vegetable oils. MY NEMESIS. But regardless of my aversion to that vowely word, I started using it (it smells nice, which is my primary criteria for any bath or beauty product) and developed a routine. Every night, I just gently rubbed it on my face with my fingers and splashed it off with lukewarm water, and once a week I used it with my Clarisonic Mia.

Within a week, my existing zits were gone. My skin was softer. There was no “taut” feeling, but instead one of  balance, peace, bodily serenity. I almost completely stopped getting blackheads and no longer felt the need to constantly pick at my skin in the mirror. I hadn’t had a zit in four or five months. And then finally, the other day, I went out in public without any concealer or foundation, which I never thought was possible.

I feel both relieved and pissed. Relieved that something can be done to tame the shrew, and pissed that for well over a decade I’ve been believing that all I need was more salicylic acid, a higher concentration of benzoyl peroxide, something more astringent and powerful. Could companies really be urging us to smear all sorts of bad-for-us stuff all over our faces and bodies? Yes.

So fear not the oil, my friends. It just might be your new best friend.