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Is it stress? Alcohol? Mercury in retrograde? Skin experts tell us why we’re breaking out (and how to fix it).
4 months ago
The magical results of rolling a bunch of micro needles on your skin.
5 months ago
And why you should do it, too. Like, yesterday.
8 months ago
Doin’ it for the ‘grams and the frites.
Save your fuck-off fund and get the Saint Laurent bag.
9 months ago
Practice safe stocks.
10 months ago
Consider this a food tour of our favorite Spanish city.
11 months ago
And train your SO to do the same (it takes two, baby).
1 year ago
You’re not alone, and there’s a *lot* you can do.
In which the needs-no-introduction icon (worth a reported $1.2 billion) teaches us how to build a fashion brand.
From CEOs to head chefs, we talk to women in charge on how they spend their first 30 minutes on the job.
Just say no to the clichéd entangled-in-a-wheat-field opp.
How I went from terrible driver to slightly-less-terrible driver in just 10 years.
Essential in that every #WCW you’ve ever posted is wearing one and you should, too.
The pros break down getting that Explore page-worthy shot.
It actually *is* possible to cross the line.
The sneakerhead version of love letters.
So I wrote a poem about it. Because what else?
From Windex to ketchup to chlorinated jacuzzis, here’s how to go from Oompa Loompa to Uma Thurman in a minute.
An ode to Canada’s boxing-bodied, panda-snuggling Prime Minister.
2 years ago
She plays a feather duster. But hear her out.
And not suck at it. As told in lessons we’ve learned from rap lyrics.
You know, because we can’t all pull off the floral throne.
How to not go broke OR insane.
Gear up and keep your running game strong all winter long.
Where the wine is cheaper than water and there’s a bucket list-y beach around every corner.
An alphabetic cheat sheet to last night’s show (you know, in case you had a little too much wine at your viewing party and have to make conversation this AM).
The 2017 version of a ‘wish you were here’ postcard.
Designer digs with all the Instagram opps.
Half facial oil, half pigment. We test-drive four iterations of the latest foundation alternative.
The coolest financial planner ever taught me how to think about investing.
In which I enlist professional help in the interest of saving my dollars/myself.
We ask international fashion people from Dublin to Dubai about what the locals are wearing (and what to wear when we come visit).
Mastering the art of socially acceptable ghosting.
How to temper that temper and get your chill back.
Wherein we try all the weirdest workouts we could find, from Beginner Beyoncé to Drake Yoga.
And make a paycheck while you travel. (This is not a drill.)
In which we talk to the ladies making dope, well, dope.
Weddings are rife with eff up opportunities. We’ve been there.
Everything we want right now.
The ultimate guide to finding great accommodations for cheap.
Open in case of emergency (you know, like if a certain someone is elected president).
3 years ago
All the Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook and Twitter accounts you need to follow now.
Because it’s red carpet season, and you know what that means.
The Snapchat accounts you need to follow to feel like you’re there.
Like North Shore's cafeteria, but with green juice and squads.
Wherein we get real motherly, only with more expletives.
Popcorn, Netflix & chill.
And then keep it for longer than 60 seconds.
For those who prefer a sequin-free NYE.
Procrasti-haters need not apply.
It’s the collateral damage that comes with holiday party season.
Or, how not to pull a 2014.
Docs and derms on when to start skin self-defense (answer: yesterday)
Sir John (the man who wields the makeup brushes for everyone from Joan Smalls to Beyoncé) speaks.
The best statement pieces of the season get the high school yearbook treatment.
That crepe sundress isn’t going to weatherproof itself.
It's the internet equivalent of a friendship bracelet.