The Louboutin Manicure

Continuing with the girliness, I present you with the Louboutin manicure: black on top, red underneath. I know it's sorta silly, but I love it! And not only because I have a major Louboutin hard-on. (Not because of the brand status, but because they're consistently gorgeous shoes.) Sadly, I cannot afford even one little pair. So perhaps I could just give myself a Louboutin manicure instead...if I ever manage to grow my nails long again. (I'm a compulsive filer.)

Starry Starry Nails

Oh, I am such a sucker for novelty beauty products. Hell, I bought the entire glow-in-the-blacklight line of Chanel makeup years ago and have been making it last ever since. Though I no longer have a blacklight in my apartment...hm, maybe I should do something about that so that I can wear the blacklight makeup again.

Okay, that's entirely beside the point. The point is that I want this nail polish. It's Le Magnetique by Lancôme, and here's why it's so cool: Apparently there's a magnet embedded in the bottom of the bottle. After applying the second coat of polish, you swipe the magnet over your nails and it makes a star-like design appear. Totally rad.

I only wish the polish came in a pale blue—then your nails really would look like star sapphires. And it would be awesome. But I'll take the burgundy, pretentiously called Bordeaux Esmee (and misspelled throughout the site as Bordeux), without too many quibbles.

Three Pictures

There's no theme to today's post, except that all the things I considered posting about were images. So you're gettin' 'em all.

First, the horrible and depressing.
Second, the sublime.
Third, one that bridges the gap: a little bit awesome, a little bit morbid.

Pretty Young Things

What is the connection between beauty, sweets, and death? Not sure, but I found two photosets that are worth checking out for their picturesque weirdness. First, there's Daniela Edburg's Drop Dead Gorgeous, in which an assortment of chicks succumb to an array of (mostly) delicious temptations. My demise would totally be Death by Nutella. (Oh, and I have these socks.)

Even creepier is the series Little Dolls, the subjects of which make JonBenet Ramsey look like Laura Ingalls.

Useless Products

...both of them vaguely gross. I thought it was odd enough that you might want your navel to smell and taste nice, but do you really need sparkly poop? I think that surpasses mere bizarreness.

£20,000 for That Face? Her?

There's something tragic about the story of Shahnaz Khan, a woman who has spent £20,000 on face lifts, peels, permanent makeup, the surgical construction of a dimple, etc., all in the hope of landing a wealthy husband. It would be weird but not nearly as pathetic if she said that she'd had all these surgeries for herself—most of us do some sort of sprucing up or other to please ourselves, be it dyeing hair, getting tattoos, or even just wearing certain clothes. But devoting a decade of your life and all of your money to completely overhauling your appearance specifically for the purpose of attracting a spouse is...well, degrading. Even sadder (and yes, I do feel rather bitchy writing this) is paying that much money for a face that's only moderately attractive. (And the tattooed eyebrows were definitely a mistake.)
Perhaps Khan wouldn't be a 41-year-old virgin baselessly pinning her hopes on a man she hadn't spoken to in 10 years (and has yet to go on a single date with) if she'd spend the last decade socializing and dating instead of spending all her time and money undergoing repeated cosmetic surgeries.