Hello, my Friday you little freak monkey. It's raining on the prairie here in Brooklyn but I'm cool with it...have much to say about seeing Antony and the Johnsons last night, as well as the zen of doing something every day until you're bloody good at it, but you'll have to wait till next week for such musings because it's FIVE FOR FRIDAY, and I'm sticking to the playlist.
Here are my five picks for this week, in no particular order:
Gimlets, gin gimlets- So what that I still have a hangover 2 1/2 days later (the shame. I am way too grownup to feel this way)- gin gimlets are truly fantastic- don't ignore a well bred gin gimlet, friends.They're an excellent and refreshing little number. I love that litlte pop at the back of the throat from them. Fantastic. Genius gin gims at Little Branch on 7th and Leroy if you are local by the way, and they get extra points for playing Toots and the Maytals most of the evening.
Chantecaille foundation- Ok my ladies- I've become a woman who likes a bit of foundation- especially in these blotchy months of (fake) winter. I have tried them all and I'll tell you what- Chantecaille is the absolute top of the line, and believe me, it's priced as such. It's about $65 but lasts a while and melts onto your face in the most glowy and perfect of ways. My mom thought I got botox due to my even flesh and radiant visage. Also, anything that brand makes is top shelf- I adore their blush, which works that perfect I've just been kissed kind of flush, and their eyeshadows are sexy but super natural somehow, as are their little pops of color for the lips. Amazing stuff- also their stress cream is a little slice of skincare heaven for skin that gets as irritated as I do...
Henri Bendel- So I had a few moments to kill last night before the concert, and popped right on into Henri Bendel...let me tell you something- a classic is a classic and this place is a classsssicccc. The place is like a Wonka Factory for chicks- full of pretty makeup, amazing jewels and bags and such, and my favorite thing ever- an entire part of the second floor devoted to nothing but hair accessories- if you have a vagina, you need to go to there. It's not to be believed if you like to fuss around with things like that- and if you don't have a vagina, you can go there to buy a stellar gift for someone who does. I'm talking turbans, jeweled clips, spiked headbands and an assortment of hair doo dads that will flip your wig. I enjoy being a girl. And Henri Bendel knows it.
