You've got LA on your face.

You’ve got LA on your face

I have to give my mother a shout-out for my obsessive tendencies and love of skin care; without her I'd be...a secretary.  That being said, she also passed on the unyielding rule that you wash your face EVERY night.  When I was a kid I hated how long it took her to get ready for bed and now I realize she was just washing the day off of her face.  Now that I'm an esthetician in Los Angeles I see clients every day who have congested, dry, dehydrated, broken-out skin and they don't know why.  There are two ways to wash your face: your AM routine which as not as invasive but still important - your skin runs a marathon while you sleep - it cleanses, sheds, turns over, sweats and repairs and that by-product needs to be washed away.  And then there's the PM routine. Like I said, the AM is important but listen to what we're doing in the PM.  There is now makeup, dirt, sweat, germs, spit, food, car exhaust and air pollution stuck to your face.  Not only do you need to wash that off, you need to make sure you remove ALL of it.  This is what causes clogged pores, aging skin and a "dullness" and a lot of my clients don't really care for that.

So here’s the deal, wash your face in the morning with a creamy cleanser like Cetaphil or Esthederm Cleansing Milk. 

Either one of these products will gently but effectively cleanse all of the sleepy-time gunk off of your face.  Apply your eye cream, antioxidant serum and sunscreen followed by a great foundation as well as the rest of your makeup and you’re ready for the day. 

When you’re ready for bed, wash your face with a foaming cleanser – you want something that will get in there a bit more and wash the city off your face.  I like the Pomega5 Moisturizing Bar, it cleanses and has a great foam but it’s not drying at all.  I also like Aveeno Ultra-Calming Cleanser.

Wet your hands, wet your face and work the cleanser into a lather, all over the face and neck.  Next, wet a wash cloth and gently rinse your face, making sure to include the edges as well as your neck.  If you’re still feeling build up, use a toner to get the last bits of makeup and dirt.  I like RareMinerals Moisture Burst facial mist, Mario Badescu (this could get rid of past lives!) or Neutrogena Clear Pore toner.  Most of them are great as long as it fits your skin type. 

Apply the toner to a cotton ball and give your face a sweep to get the remainders of the day.  Before the toner dries, apply your peeling serums or hydrating serums like Dr. Dennis Gross  Alpha Beta daily face peel or SKII Facial Treatment Repair C.  Follow this up with your night moisturizer and an eye cream.  You look younger already. 

That Teddy’s is full of shit, man.

And it’s also teeming with a big dumb group of “what-can-you-do-for-me”s. I finally got the chance to hang out with my amazing friend Enerel and I was super pumped to go dancing with her at Teddy’s – but after a few rounds, looking for some friendly faces, I’m disappointed to say there were none. Zero. Plenty of faces trying to look cool and pretend that I don’t exist, but not a single awesome guy or girl around. They would rather bump into you and body check you with their purse than possibly make a new friend. This was a harsh reality for me, coming off of the amazing weekend I just had in Venice, making some fantastic new friends. These girls were so caring and fun and normal, interesting, friendly and real. I couldn’t imagine being in the same room as them and having them not speak to me – which is what happened to Enerel!! As she and I sat on a ledge I asked her if she knew anyone else in the group besides a guy she introduced me to, and she knew EVERYONE at the table, yet none of them spoke a word to her or me. So strange. Listen guys, it’s almost 2011, get over yourself! Just because you are a promoter, a model, a rich kid or the cocaine hookup does not mean you are the most important person in the room. We are all people; we all have feelings, emotions and insecurities to begin with. The last thing I need is some little shit trying his/her bestest to make me feel like less of a person. Unless I can individually handpick every person that goes to that bar, I will probably never go to Teddy’s sucky ass pretentious bar again. Yuk. Oh and I’m pretty sure that James Caan, Elliot Gould and Larry Gordon, all of whom I had dinner with tonight, would agree.

My face is on fire

And it's not from the sun. I just happened to click on the comments tab on my blog and...there were comments there!!! I knew some of my friends read the blogs here and there and a select few have read all of them but...people I don't even know are following me!!! I'm sitting here in my jammies, blushing. Thanks guys and girls, that just made my day.
In other news, I'm back in LA. Again. After a 95 day hiatus, I came back to land of sand and plastic, shielding my eyes from the blinding Fall sun. I've been a little busy since then, selling my trusty Honda, and getting into my beloved Mini. I'm looking for a job job. Not like a big kid 9-5, but an esthetician job. I'm trying my hardest to stay and work in this city, but these tours just keep coming. I'm glad I've had them, but I'd like to be HERE. So, to the pavement!
P.S. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a terrible driver. Really - a bad driver. I have to constantly remind myself to pay attention, don't touch my phone, eyes on the road, quite messing with the radio. Because the second I take my eyes off the church van in front of me to watch a heated debate between Orthodox Jews and the tow truck guy...BAM!! I crash into the church van.
Piss piss piss piss piss.

Hindsight (written on 7-22-10)

7-22-10

Sitting in an airport. Again. Finding myself stuck in situations of no escape and no familiar faces always causes me to reflect on my recent life. After a six week hiatus from makeup, I’m packed and ready to do it again. Ready to make money again, get out of bed with some sort of purpose, hate my boss, fight with my coworkers, criss cross the nation, etc. etc. etc. Actually I think this tour will be better than the last, mostly because it’s five weeks shorter and I only have to be in San Francisco for a few days rather than two months. I think we’ll have a great crew and going to a new place every week really makes the time fly. I feel really blessed for these opportunities of work, I know a lot of people, especially in CA who don’t have a job and can’t find one, and I thank God that I’ve received these opportunities this past year. Still it’s hard to leave this town. I’m so glad I moved to LA and my short summer here really showed me what it’s like to live in this town. I didn’t get the chance to enjoy myself when I first moved here, so I made sure I did that this summer. I went surfing with Tam, I watched tons of movies with my roommates, I rode bikes on the beach with Julie, I played sand volleyball with the boys, and got my face crushed by an incredible serve. I saw some live music in Santa Monica on the pier, I went to an ESPYS party with TL, thanks to Shawn White and Uncle Chuck, I worked a little, did a few shoots, slept in, shopped, went to movies, bars, I celebrated a Lakers win, dates, restaurants, #1 Cactus Taqueria, I went to biggest party I’ve ever seen in my life, I DIDN’T see a girl die after all (thank God), I met Ben, I walked right by a Spice Girl-one of my biggest idols, I made a lot of new friends, kissed some birds, I quit drinking (for the most part)…
This quest I call success is also my pursuit of happiness. I feel like the second I got in my car, I was halfway there, but I still stress about work almost every day. I still have night sweats because I don’t have control over what’s going to happen to my life in 3.5 months; will I have work? For how long? Am I good enough that when the opportunity does arise to do a movie or a major music video I won’t completely flop? When will I find that core group of friends that I feel really connected to like I’ve done in my past hometowns? All of these things cause me to wake up in a soaking, sweaty mess in the middle of the night. But then these glorious chunks of life flop into my lap, and my God they are so much betterfunnyrewardingexhilarating than I thought they could be. I think I’m a little stronger than I thought I was. Obviously I’m not sure. I think I’m ready for what is going to be thrown at me. I better get more sure about that.
I really wanted to take everything in this summer and I feel like I did. I watched the sunset and the sunrise in LA and now it’s time for another adventure. Now if I could only watch True Blood on this frickin plane.

Destinations

The tour is over. I’m heading back to LA, the last of the Beauty Ambassadors to leave Chicago, our final destination. It has been a fortunate but bittersweet four months for me. I’m so glad I was able to get another tour and I never imagined it would be a makeup tour. It’s been almost a year (Aug. 23rd) since I moved to LA and I’ve surprisingly done better than I imagined. I knew I would go and I would never come back to the Midwest again (calling it home), and while the first five months of LA were harder than I feared - with 50 hours of school, working on the weekends and being so broke I can’t pay a single bill, it has been the best decision I’ve ever made. I feel like LA is my home and where I belong and I can’t wait to get back. And because of the tour I just finished, I’m actually going to be able to enjoy the city. Bare Escentuals took me to crisp, cold San Francisco for two months, dynamic and bustling New York for one month and finally traditional and loyal Chicago for a month. Over the past four months I’ve made some fantastic, talented and creative friends, I’ve learned about another product line, I’ve once again succeeded in my field and I’ve had many adventures. My first experience of New York City was lovely and magical in hindsight. The city is easily navigated, the food is fantastic and you never feel alone. The Manhattan skyline is beautiful at night, with the Chrysler Building, Empire State Building and the hundreds of other skyscrapers. I didn’t eat a hotdog, or a slice of pizza, or a bagel. And I never had a cup of coffee from one of those places with the blue cups. But I made some really fantastic friends there and I know when I come back to see them, I’ll check those things off my list. I had a delicious dessert from Alice’s Tea room, walked through Central Park with Tam, took a ferry to Staten Island, saw the statue of Liberty and sadly, Ground Zero. I did a fun photo shoot with Jeff and Tam, watched Alice in Wonderland in 3D, I shopped, bought books from a street vender and ate street meat. New York was almost like going to another country.
As I packed my things last night, I realized how much I enjoy the company of the other girls. The apartment was so quiet without their voices and doors opening, closing, the TV blasting a movie… It was nice to go to beach with all of them and just be together and laugh. It’s a good group of girls and I’m a little sad that we’re all being split up for the next tour. But for now I’m so ready to come home. I’m ready to go to Venice and drive my car and see Hollywood Blvd., my roommates, the Dome…This has been a fantastic adventure, but I’m excited to get back to my city. Thank you to Starr, for being a fantastic friend and staying on my ass about this kind of stuff. Love you doll.