8/23/2011
Alpha Beta Glow pads from Dr. Dennis Gross
Our new LA rep for Dr. Dennis Gross popped by last week to drop some knowledge on us about Dr. Gross’ exfoliating pads, professional peels and upcoming products. I’m ALL for exfoliation – in the right time and the right place so I was of course eager to go to this meeting. Dr. Gross uses Alpha Hydroxy Acids and a slew of other amazing exfoliating acids to gently but effectively - almost professionally remove dead skin cells (see the "Gross" picture!), increase cellular renewal, break down free radicals and a few other amazing benefits. The products are also cruelty free, vegan and paraben free! Now for the important part: does it work? I applied the product via small handy wipe, onto my face and neck for approximately 30 seconds. It didn’t tingle or itch or feel like anything really. A chemical exfoliation that doesn’t hurt? Psht, it must be crap, but only time will tell. I will tell you this, the little wipey was chalk-full of my dead skin cells when I was finished applying the product so that’s good! I applied my night cream brushed my teeth and hit the sack. The smell woke me up a few times but that’s a self tanner for you. When I got up this morning I went to the mirror and had a looky. My skin looked really smooth and glowing and felt really soft, the “11s” looked less visible, which I love but my looked like it was kind of stretched tight. A little like a facelift – which I don’t really care for, but washing my face and applying moisturizer completely eradicated that issue. The effects of using the Glow Pad seemed to actually last for a couple of days and my cousin even noticed how good my pores looked and said I had a nice tone. I’ll take that!! I’m giving her a Glow Pad to try today, we’re hitting the red carpet tonight and I’m hoping the effects will be visible by then. We’ll see!
8/17/2011
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.
11/30/2010
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.
11/17/2010
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.
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.
9/13/2010
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.
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.
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